The palace treat

The lovely sight of my garden enthralled me. This garden was planted upon my request to my father, when I was really young.

"Papa?"

"Yes darling?"

"I want a garden beside my room."

"Why do you want another garden beside your room, sweetness? Didn't papa do a good job with the one we have?"

"N-no! It's very good! But... big... and insects..."

"I get it now. Carlos! Bring the gardner to the throne. We have something to discuss."

The gardener arrives, bowing to the King and the Princess who was me.

"My little bundle of sunshine here wants her own little garden. Do as she wishes."

"Certainly, your highness. Little majesty, please follow me." And I go, to decide a Sakura in the middle of the garden and a bench under it. There was a street lamp too, as I requested. Yellow and glowing like a firefly in the middle of the night for my childhood fantasies.

I often enacted a lot of Disney characters here... all by myself.

You see, I'm the only royal of my age group. Everyone was either too old to begin handling the districts by themselves, or they were too young to even utter my name. Besides, I was treated quite differently from other royal children.

I was regarded highly, taught all etiquette wisely and never allowed to mingle with the commoners.

It so happened one day, when I was five, I met a stray cat and its owner was a commoner. A boy around my age.

As I travelled down the citadel by myself, having no clue that I was lost while holding a black feral cat in my arms, I tumbled into a patch of forest to the west and beside the well he sat, bawling his eyes out.

"Um... excuse me? Is this your cat?" I ask him.

I was dressed normally today, like any other girl of the age five.

"Neko!! Where did you go!?" He cried holding his black cat which never once held it's claws against him.

"T-thank you..." he still wasn't aware I was a royal.

"W-where do you live? How did you meet Neko?"

"I live... there." I pointed my little chubby finger to the palace over the citadel. His gasp was as big as a cartoon character's exaggerated one.

"You're a princess?!" He cries as I remain blank in a little thought.

"No. I from there, but I not a princess." I said to the boy. Whenever I said I was a princess, I knew commoners would always walk away. I even try to sound like an illiterate. Stupid 5 year old me.

"Oh. Are you lost?"

"No... but I want to play with Niko..."

"He's not Niko. His name is Neko. And we can play with him." A bright grin takes over my face for the first time ever.

After a few hours, I realise the sun has set down and I created a havoc in the palace with my absence. My bodyguard would be so dead.

As I returned home, my father who was seen panicking the whole time hugs me in the middle of the stairs.

"Papa... you're crushing me." I say to him.

"Where did you go, huh!?" He was so concerned for me. I cried, as a 5 year old who's been yelled at.

Coming back to the present, I see no concern flash in his eyes for me.

The father I had in the past was someone who kept me above all his priorities. He was someone who took me as his star girl, his only true form of existence and the proof of his love for mother.

Now... I'm a disappointment.

I sigh. There was no point in blaming everyone around me for what became of me. It's useless.

I should make them accept everything that's changed about me. I'm their daughter, but they're not obliged to accept me.

The garden brings me back a ton of memories. I couldn't stop narrating everything to my family as Aaron sat to the side, pushed away by my younger cousins. Soon, it was evening as I ask Aaron to take me to the room.

He carries me bridal style, I laid my head on his chest.

We were, considered to do, PDA in front of everyone. I damn cared.

The short hallway came by as I direct him to the door which I open.

As I push it open, the beautiful scenery of my room comes into view.

I take a deep breath of the musky, earthy smell of something old in the room. Must be my books, but everything else looked as sparkling clean as a crystal.

The bed was changed to fit my growth. I wasn't a child anymore. Even I fit, Aaron would have trouble keeping his feet away from the demons under the bed.

"Lock the door." I whisper to Aaron.

His wide eyes meet mine as I nod, confirming his thoughts.

I remove every clothing from below my waist and am ready for him.

He quickly kisses me and removes his own clothes too. An emergency condom was inside his pant pocket. I was surprised he even considered using a condom.

"I'm on pills though." I say, "But I want to use this. It's close to expiry." He lies, joking with me as I chuckle. He just wanted to use it, because latex never has an expiry.

"Ah, ah..." holding his strong shoulders, I feel my walls stretched by his girth. He pushes himself all inside me, "You're so tight." He says, "I'm struggling to not cum right now, fuck Ravine."

Him cursing at me like that does something to my body. I start clenching right away, it wasn't I my control.

"Fuck me hard, Aaron."

"Your room's not sounproofed, genius." He responds sarcastically.

"I don't fucking care. Please." I beg, but I wanted to show my royal family that being a pornstar comes with great sex. And great sex can be loud, and not snubbed.

Was I being an asshole?

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A/n: Is she being an asshole? If yes, why?

If not, I'll explain later in the story lmao

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