Gazelle

1724

KINGDOM OF GREAT BRTITAIN. 🇬🇧

You were the prince at this time. Your father was king Adam.

You were a favourite amongst many women. You were only 19, but had more experience in many fields than most older men did. You were strong, diligent, goal driven, and to the ladies, very remarkable in bed.

You'd had sex with a few of the servants, under their will, of course, some not so much. They'd usually be more than happy to offer themselves up with the prince.

Gazelle was one of the newer workers in the palace. You noticed her. She was beautiful, no doubt. Too beautiful to be a servant, you often thought.

You'd spoken to her once or twice but she was always in a rush to leave. She could get in trouble if caught frolicking with the prince himself.

You'd cornered her multiple times, even offering she'd eat with you. But she always declined very politely. She was also very shy around you, blushing and stumbling over her words.

One day, someone came to fetch her from the maid quaters and told her you requested for her in you're private chambers. The older maids who'd been there for a while and has seen..all of you, knew what was coming. Then again, you were unpredictable. She didn't want to go but she knew better than to defy a royal order.

She reached your chambers, head ducked down. You were sat on your bed, a charming smile on your face as she arrived. She said softly

"you asked to see me your royal Highness."