Princess chapter 4

[kajira]

I woke suddenly, sitting up and looked around the room; feeling a tingly sense that someone else was in the room with me. I realized he was sitting in the chair by the door. I wasn't alone, and I also realized I was naked. I was going to have to start sleeping with clothes on, and maybe a chastity belt to boot. I tried to figure out how to get out of this situation, but I wasn't awake enough yet to think straight.

"What are you doing in here; you can't be in here... I am not dressed, oh god, get out." I was frantic; I attempted to keep the covers up over my shoulders. I was going to kill whoever had allowed him to enter my room, especially without waking me first and giving me some warning he was here.

"I am well aware of your penchant for sleeping naked Princess; the entire castle is aware of your sleeping situation. I even think your father knows of your little habit... I promise I won't peek... much." Markus chuckled, giving me one of his quirky smiles that made me want to throw a pillow at his smug head. I wouldn't just kill the person who allowed him into my room; I would torture them first before I killed them.

"Would you PLEASE just go away? I can't even get up to get dressed while you are sitting there..." I blushed, I didn't want to beg him, but I wasn't sure what else to do. I couldn't think of any logical way for me to get to my dressing room with him sitting there.

"Do you know that you actually look like a nice person when you're sleeping, all innocent? It's a nice look for you; you should try it more often." His face didn't change, and he delivered the line deadpan to me. It took me a minute to register his words...

"wha... Get out, Get out now, I swear to god I am going to scream my head off, I hate you, you dirty bastard; just get the hell out of my room. Go, away. Get out. Get away from me, leave, you ass, what makes you think you can be in my room, I am not dressed, oh god, get out." I raged at him probably somewhere between a wail of hatred and a cry of agony, I don't think I've ever been so humiliated before. I babbled, I know I did, I couldn't help it, all I knew is he was between me and my escape route and he had been there long enough to watch me sleep...

 I reached behind me and flung a pillow straight at his head, it was the nearest object you see. Otherwise I'd have tried to fling something that might have made more of a lasting impression, something that hurt if it hit him in the head, like a brick, unfortunately, I don't keep bricks near my bed, but I think I may have to bring a stack up to my room for handy throwing.

"Princess, you let your blanket fall down, you know those are even nicer than I imagined." His eye brow was arched up and he was staring directly at my breasts, he didn't even pretend to look away. The blanket had fallen into my lap and I had given him quite an eye full.

I did what any self respecting girl would do. I opened my mouth and I screamed... well it was really more of a shriek, since I jumped out of bed while trying to wrap the blanket around me and tumbled onto the floor in my attempt to run to my dressing room.

The evil bastard laughed. If I had had a weapon handy, I would have shoved it straight into his black heart. I slammed the door of my dressing room and slumped to the floor, the blanket tangled around my naked body.

I was too mad to think straight. I got up, dropped the blanket to the floor and thought of blood and murder while I took a few deep breathes to calm my brain and body down. I was breathing hard and I didn't want to hyperventilate. I just wish I had a knife right now; I'd go out there and remove his eyes. I really am blood thirsty in my head, I've always been thankful that no one can read my mind, I'd probably traumatize them.

I think my face was going to be a permanent state of red, I don't think I'd ever be able to look into his face again without picturing the expression on his face as he stared at my naked breasts. I picked out a pale pink dress that brought out the colors in my hair, I slipped into it...

I brushed my hair and intentionally left it loose hanging down my back. He had made a comment that he liked my hair in a braid or braids and there was no way I was going to wear it how HE liked it...

I washed my face in the basin of water and then dried my face off on a hand towel and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't look sleepy anymore, but I had a hard time even looking myself in the eyes, my eyes kept dropping down to my chest in the mirror.

I wonder if he really liked my breasts being small, or if he was lying to me, I'd over heard men before talking about woman's chests and they always seemed to love big ones, how they'd bounce and wiggle, and mine were too small to do that. Mine were pert, and small, firm. They fit perfectly in my hand but there wasn't any extra flesh hanging out. I wonder what he would think if he knew I'd touched my breasts, that I'd cupped them, that I'd pinched my nipples to see what it would feel like. That when I'd hold them and squeeze them it made my thighs ache and my knees go weak. When my thighs would start to ache and my belly would get tight, I wanted to touch myself between my legs. That I had before and I knew how to make myself feel good. I wonder what he'd think if he knew how naughty of a Princess I really was.

I wonder what he would think of me if he knew that I liked to touch myself and it's partially why I started sleeping naked. That it made access to my body easier and I enjoyed the sensual feel of the blankets against my bare skin, and I liked feeling naughty that I was sleeping naked. I wondered if my father actually knew of my sleeping naked, and I felt embarrassed. I hoped he just said that to mock me and not actually in seriousness, if that was true, I am not sure I could ever look my father in the eyes again.

The last few weeks have been hard on me. My world had ritual, it was organized, and in one simple letter, my world had turned into complete and utter chaos. I did not do well with so many drastic changes in my life at once. There was a reason I kept things simple. Nothing in the current situation was in my control, and I had no idea how to get things back into order.

I wasn't getting enough sleep, because people kept waking me up and I was getting to bed late because I had to deal with a couple of younger new girls who just arrived. They were having trouble sleeping and I would go and sit with them to keep them company until they fell asleep. I suppose I could have someone else do it, but I tried to make a point of helping each girl adjust to the castle when she arrived. It was the one thing that I wouldn't delegate; I felt each one had a right to know that someone cared about them when they got here, and that we really did want to help them achieve their goals for the future...

There are not many people who know me or how I work, or my brain. There are so many different parts to me, most of them I keep to myself. I was not looking forward to having a man be so connected to me that he might learn everything about me, that I might not have any secrets, that I would be predictable and he'd be able to read me like a book. I intentionally kept most people at arms lengths emotionally because I didn't want them to know who I was. It was safer that way. You didn't get hurt if you didn't care or they weren't allowed close to you.

The more I thought about him seeing through me, seeing who I was, the more I was determined to keep him at arm's length. I would convince him he didn't want me. I would drive him away; maybe if I convinced him I was totally crazy, he'd change his mind about marrying me. I had a month to do it.

I wonder what would drive him away the quickest. I momentarily thought about throwing myself at him and acting like an insipid air-headed girl, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to pull that off for a month, besides, we'd already got into arguments about politics and religion. He knew I could argue and that I was stubborn enough to keep bickering even if I was wrong. And maybe, he also realized already that I enjoyed arguing. So I doubt he'd buy the sudden change in personality. So, I guess my only option was to convince him I was totally insane, crazy, that I would drive him mad and he'd want to kill me.

The more I thought about that plan, the more satisfied I felt with my answer to drive him away. I thought it would work, really. I would do my best to bug him, to do the opposite of everything he wanted, everything he liked. I would be so much work for him that he would give up and move on to someone else. Someone who was easier, more malleable, someone who wasn't crazy and determined to make his life miserable, no one wants to be unhappy, so I'd do my best to make him that way....

I flattened my hands down my dress like I did every time I put a dress on and made sure it was straight. I held my head high and I walked out to face him. Glaring at his amused smile when he didn't bother to stand and greet me like every other man would have done.

"Do you care nothing for protocol? I am royalty, I just entered the room, and you should stand until I say you can sit back down..." I did my best to sound haughty and like the royal bitch I thought would irritate him.

"Princess, when you can learn to act with some grace and dignity, I might decide to treat you like royalty, but right now, you have the manners of a peasant and I am not going to lower myself to your standards." He smiled at me and leaned forward in the chair, while I stood there, gaping at him.

This was not going as I was hoping. He was supposed to apologize for being rude to me. I just blinked at him. I didn't know what to say, for once, my brain didn't have a retort or a sarcastic comment.

"I came by today, to ask you if you wanted to go for a walk after breakfast. I thought it would be nice to get to know one another a little better before we get married, you and I will be sharing a bedroom after all and we should at least know a little about each other." He seemed so logical, so rational and it just made me mad.

He acted like I didn't just enter the room and that I wasn't behaving like a total shrew towards him. He confused me. I'd never dealt with a man like him before. Nothing seemed to work to get a reaction out of him and it was driving me crazy.  By the time he was done with me, I wouldn't have to pretend to be crazy, I really would be insane.

"Yes or no Princess, I don't have all day for you to make up your mind; I would just like to spend some time with you. Without the pressure or stress of being here with all the people around and I thought you might like a break. But, if you don't want to, I can find other things to do without you." He stood up and headed towards the door, not even waiting for me to think about the right answer, he had his hand on the door when I spoke up.

"Alright, fine, I like to go for walks but that doesn't mean I am going to enjoy your company. I just want to get away from here for a while." I blurted out, and I don't know why I said I'd go on a walk with him.

I must be a glutton for punishment; I really didn't want to spend any more time with him then was necessary... or did I? Why was he pretending to care about me and my feelings or what I might like? Was he doing this just to see how far he could push me? Was he doing this to see if he could toy with my emotions? I didn't like this situation one bit.

I really didn't like the way my brain was working, the way my thoughts were going, they were going in circles and completely confusing me. How can a man who makes me want to shriek and pull my hair out also make me want to kiss him to wipe that smirk off his face....

"That will do for now. You really need to learn to be nicer, you know that? I will meet you at the front gate in an hour, finish your breakfast and try to bring a more pleasant mood with you." He rolled his eyes at me and chuckled, like he found me amusing, and I just wanted to stamp my foot at him. Which I suppose would probably just make him laugh even more. 

".... BASTARD...." I cursed at him behind his back since he'd already left and shut the door behind him before I could respond.

He always had to get the final word and I was ready to throw a shoe at him. Maybe when we went on our walk I could find a hole and push him into it. The thought gave me some satisfaction; I would even cover the hole with branches and leaves so no one would ever find him. The thought left a smile on my face as I went downstairs to find some breakfast.

[momof3grls4517]

Nov. 10, 2009 at 3:34 PM

story is comming along great. I love how you dont add too much description but I can still picture it in my mind. cannt wait for the next chapter.