Alliance and shit

Amidst all these seriousness, my man decides to amuse me in the worst pay possible. Tears of happiness flowed down with the shower as he did his silly dance. Loofah becomes the mic, shampoo becomes a sex toy he grinds on, the shower head becomes another new toy of his variable choice.

"Ah~ My tummy hurts!" I scrunch my face, bending down.

"Oh yeah?" Shamelessly, he comes in front of me and wiggles his cock in front of my face, hands-free. To say I was mesmerized was an understatement. I laugh and look up to him comically raising his eyebrows.

"Fine. You asked for it." Saying, I go on my knees and immediately begin giving him a head.

Middle of our fun, someone barges into the bathroom which was left open. We didn't realise the front door was left open too.

"Sorry!"

"Oh shi-" Aaron covers himself as I scream.

"Who was that?"

"Must be Miranda, ugh! She told me she wanted to talk about a few things." Recollecting, I finish my bath first and run outside. I can't believe I've taken 2 consecutive baths in the span of an hour today.

"H-hey, you okay?" I ask Miranda while tucking the corner of my towel to secure it.

To my surprise, Gerrard was standing there too. He must have turned his head away.

"We will wait outside, or come back later-"

"No, no! Just 2 minutes!" I say and push them out to stroll in the garden.

When Aaron and I were fully clothed, we call them inside.

"So? What's up?" I sit on the bed and ask them to sit too. Aaron gives them a chair, so Miranda doesn't have to climb the tall bed given her pregnancy. I don't want her to feel any kind of discomfort.

"We happened to talk with my mother, Ravine..." Miranda's gaze changes, "It didn't go well."

"I see."

"What about your parents, Gerrard?" I add to my words.

"They're not happy either."

"I see... I see..." I gulp and take a moment to bring in some ideas into my brain. It looks like they are in knee deep ship. I wasn't trying to test their love, but they've made a new life together and it resides in her body for eight more months.

What do I do if I were in their position...?

Ah!

"Dear Miranda, could you keep persuading your parents until they say yes? Give them reasons why you're in love with this idiot. I'm sure they'll understand. Maybe manipulate a little saying they have to respect your decisions. But the real problem with us royals is..." I look at Aaron who pats my back softly, "They will snatch our title away to marry a commoner. It's what I believe they'll do to me too." I say with a heavy heart.

Gerrard gasps along with Miranda.

"What the hell!? They will do that? Don't they know it's the Skiez you're planning to marry!?" He asks frantically.

"They're aware. But what good will come with a rich person for the kingdom?" My heart begins to thud.

What good will a rich person bring to the kingdom at all?

Is everything about reigns and royalties?

Can't a person have the freedom to love? Why does it always have to be a marriage between two royals for the benefit of the kingdom?

Then... I remember him.

Prince Rhys of the Eastern Palatinate.

[FLASHBACK...]

"Young princess Ravine..." my nanny calls for me. I was playing with my dolls in the bedroom, a personal castle of mine in the corner as i hear her call for me.

"Yes, Helena! I'm here!" I let her know I was in the castle. She comes to my little play-palace and lures me out by saying lunch was ready.

Upon the table with the dense air, I see father and mother not talking to each other. The other royals were silenced by something fearful. I can't decide if the fight was started by mom or dad.

"You should tell her, your majesty." My father's brother nudges him and tells him. Tell me what? It seems like I was the only one who wasn't aware.

"Tell me what...?" The table was silenced again after I speak.

Father begins to speak after a few moments. Something was tormenting him.

"There is a Kingdom in the east that we rely for military power, my love." My father begins to explain.

"The Eastern Palatinate...?" My 11 year old self answers. I was taught a lot of adult knowledge at my tender ages, so i was adept enough to become a queen in the future.

"Yes, my darling. They-" mother bangs her spoon and fork on the table. I flinch slightly, she was sitting a chair beside me.

"You are expected to marry the prince of their state to maintain the cordial relationship we have with them, Ravine." My mother tells me as I widen my eyes. No... no... this can't be!

"Is it true, father?" I ask him. He remains silent. I was getting even more frustrated with him as I bang my spoon down and run away.

The next day, I was convinced heavily that he was a nice guy and all. He was also two years older to me, a gentleman on top of that.

But...

We met each other in his palace hall. The stones were grey, unlike our ivory colored and pleasant looking. I was aware that the Eastern Kingdom has always supplied their warriors to other states and maintained a bit of business with us too. But isn't this a little too convenient for them?

A Kingdom which abolished the ratio of women improving, accepted abortions of female fetus freely and kept giving high important to the male species... I becoming their queen would only render me to accept hell.

I don't even want to know their tactics and how they treat the females here.

I'm sure most of the women work as prostitutes to encourage the military...

This palatinate is so fucked up...

In the evening, I was left to play with the many boys and the ring leader of course was...

Prince Rhys.