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Camilla •

Stepping inside the king's chamber alone with him feels suicide. The guards left immediately and once again I came face to face with the most powerful person in Romanovia. To be standing before him should feel rewarding and victorious. I feel the opposite.

He may be just a boy but the regality he holds made him a god of mankind. I frowned. God? I should not think of him that way. The manner in which he handled the meeting earlier showed his overinflated ego. I am not educated but I know my virtues.

"What are you frowning at?", he asked almost irritatingly, like he can't believe a commoner's showing him some attitude which he rightfully deserved. But I weigh down my judgments. He doesn't need to know what I think of him.

"N-nothing, your Majesty. I j-just remembered something bad. My a-apologies, my king." I humbled myself. After all, he's still the king.

My reply seemed to irritate him more. But he didn't comment anymore to which I'm thankful for. He might just order his men to murder me if I'm not careful around him.

He sat down in the foot of his bed and motioned for me to come near him. I followed and waited with bated breath for his next command.

I have a bad feeling about this. Being the king's personal maid is such a headache.

"Headache? You have a headache?", he suddenly blurted out. I didn't realize I said that last word out loud. You are such a pain in the butt, Camilla. I sighed, not knowing I just signed my death certificate.

"And now you're sighing. You are really testing me, flower", the king aggressively said. I don't know why he's acting that way. And the name callings! I don't understand him.

"I-I-I didn't realize it, my king. P-please forgive me. I will o-o-obey every word that you say. I-I-", I have not finished my stupid ramblings when he grabbed me by my wrist, his grip a rough reminder of who he is. I landed in his lap for the second time. He doesn't release my right hand, his hold becoming painful every passing second.

But there is something else that's really concerning me. The growing bulge in his dress pants, now under my butt. Because of the silky material of my new uniform the hard tool poking me is more prominent. It's demanding to be felt and felt it I did!

Intentionally or not, he is pressing it harder into me. I gasped. The electricity it elicited over my body made me bolt almost out of his personal space. But the king didn't let me.

His hold tightened even more. And he's growling again like the last time. He continued pushing into me, making me almost jump off of his lap. I felt his other hand explore my back until it reached the back of my head.

He angled my head to face him, grabbed my neck to lower my face as if to kiss me, losing my hand in his tight grip in the process.

I did not think twice. I slapped him hard with my right hand. Hard. I slapped the king hard.

BLOODY HELL.

For a second he looked stunned but I was more horrified. My eyes were wide saucers of shock and fear, in his I see sparks of excitement. And joy. Now I'm a thousand more anxious.

I think I'll be six feet under today. No! I need children.

With a newfound courage I stood up in front of the king, my face scarlet from all the emotions this boy is mixing up in my system. He is the king but he is still a boy. I may just be his maid but I am a woman too. An older woman who deserves respect.

I could even be his older sister, for goodness sake! I'm not a cougar.

"Your majesty, I wronged you I know and I am very sorry for hurting you. You can behead me now if you want to. But at least let me tell you this. You deserve it! You deserve that hand imprint on your gorgeous face right now. You may be our king but I am older than you. I demand respect too. In fact I deserve it. You have no right to touch me and kiss me whenever you feel like because you are not my husband. You are the king, yes. But the only person who can kiss me is my betrothed!"

I was seething with anger. Not really because of what he did but because of the confusion in my head. For the first time in all of my thirty-five years somebody has made me feel all these things that's foreign to me.

None other than the king. I'm screwed.

"A husband? A betrothed? I see no ring attached to your finger. Are you fvcking kidding me? You tell me you demand respect? Well I demand obedience from my people. My word is law. And you being older than me does not excuse you from my rule. You are in my land and when I say kiss me, you kiss me! When I say you touch me, touch me! That is my law for you."

He uttered it so casually, like he is talking about the weather. What is happening to the king? Is he alright? Or is this just another royal privilege?

"Only for you, my flower. Only for you."

If my eyes were saucers before, now it has become a pool. A pool full of utmost disbelief. This is unbelievable.

I was still processing everything but my brain's on overdrive. I can't handle these things. It's too much.

The king moved, only to position himself sitting with his back against the headboard. He was eyeing me. And if looks could kill I'd probably be dead by now. He opened his exquisite mouth, his jaw moving.

"Undress me, old woman." He is mocking me. "Undress me, Camilla. Now!"

"W-what? I-I-I-I-", I am afraid once again.

"If you don't undress me, I will undress you instead. Would you like it, hmm? Would you like it, Camilla?"
My jaw just hit the floor.

I think I would, my king. I covered my mouth, not liking my thoughts, afraid I'll be stupid enough to voice it out again.

"Y-y-yes, my king. I-I-I mean I-I would u-undress you now." He grinned. I imagined an evil, a handsome evil.

As I was walking towards him I noticed his eyes fixated onto something in my chest area. I looked down and see a generous amount of my cleavage out in the open. With all my struggling earlier it has slipped my mind these might come out. Ugh. But why would he look at my twins? I bet he gets an eyeful from all of the beautiful ladies he meets wherever he goes, right?

I continued, still aware of his piercing stare. My chest is reddening I can feel it.

I was going straight to the head of the bed but he stopped me. "Crawl your way to me. And do it slowly." I don't like it but I have to obey. I crawled starting at the foot of his massive bed, a dog without a tail.

I finally reached him. My hands were visibly shaking as I went to unbutton his white dress shirt, slowly revealing flawless muscles underneath. His pectorals moved, nipples are hardened pink peaks, his stomach - mouthwatering. He helped me get it off him and threw it across the room carelessly.

"My pants too, flower."

Mustering all the bravery and strength I have, I undid his fly and unzipped his zipper. He pushed it down to his kness and let me take it off completely. He was left with his white boxer briefs. There is a tent in it. A hard tent.

Mouth agape, I stared at it. Goosebumps were all over my body. And I can feel certain parts of my female anatomy reacting accordingly. I don't have to study biology to know that I have hormones ready to do something, with someone.

But he is the king. The king! I can't have the king be the father of my baby.

I started freaking out. Struggling to get out of his hold. It just dawned on me the repercussions of what we're about to do. I'm not ready for this. No matter how badly I want to have children but the king won't be the one doing it for me. Unknowingly, that is.

"No, flower. We're doing it whether you consent to or not. Feel me. I'm achingly hard because of you. You have to take responsibility. And as your king, you have to obey me".

My eyes were filled with unshed tears. He put my shaking hands on the thing between his thighs. It twitched. It actually twitched, grew another inch right before my very eyes. If I could just unsee it, but no. It is now etched into my mind forever.

"Hold it, grip it. It's for you, flower. Just for you."

The intensity of his words made me do it.

With both hands I squeezed his meat as he wished. Gripped it hard like I should.

"A-as you wish, your Majesty", I mouthed to please the king.

Pleasure he sought, heaven I will give.

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