The day slipped through my fingers faster than the sands of an hourglass. Soon enough it was night, dinner had been served and no further messages came back from Petal. Of course I hadn’t bothered messaging the prince. I knew the truth now. I put on my softest slippers as my roommate started to snore softly. I grabbed my crystal and checked for messages real quick, nothing that would give me away could come with me. I tucked it in the center of my two pillows to muffle any sounds as I slipped out in my nightgown.
The hallways seemed longer as I prowled soundlessly through the hallways under the castle. I made sure to take every backwards path that would limit the possibility of me running into anyone at all as I moved like a shadow. All the nights I spent prowling instead of working paying off. The only way to avoid work was to survive on the streets. At least when I was foolish enough to think that I would have a chance to get away without ever having to bend my morals.
My fingers tingled as I approached the stairs that would have led to the prince’s hallways when I thought about something. I handed him the bag with the dress. If I was a panicking prince, hastily changing back into my clothes in the servant’s hallways where would I stash the dresses I was wearing before? Not just the pink ball gown but the chambermaid’s clothes.
Prowling past the hall I started to search down all the lesser known hallways. The ones I would have used when I was first here and wanted to hide from doing any work and just collect a few marks a week. Most of them were locked and finally, about three hallways away I found a single loosely closed door.
Stepping in I searched in the new pitch black darkness. Following what little light I could leaking in from the hall to find the bag stuffed behind a small stack of boxes. Barely reachable. Fishing it out I opened it up and saw the pink and the black dresses. Smiling, I sealed the bag closed and went back to the hallway.
Peeking through the crack in the door I could see the nearly abandoned hallway. There, sitting primly was Sir Terrance Royalsworn. A deep dark bruise around his throat as he rolled his collar away from the tender skin. His face was turned into a scowl and it was a twisted ugly thing. An ugly glint was in his eyes as I looked around at any way I could slip by him. The steaming cup of bitter tea would probably help keep him awake far longer than I was ready to wait around here.
I crept back down to the bottom of the stairs and started to think. How would I possibly be able to get past Terrance? He was probably the best guard the whole castle had. From the rumors I heard today he was practically a shadow for the prince. I looked at the dress in the bag and my mind raced. I wouldn’t be able to get inside the room itself. But, if he didn’t close the window, I could slip inside there.
My heart started to race, part of me screaming that this wasn’t worth it. That I could just go back to my room and not worry about it. However, I was so sick of working as a nobody for weeks on end and my only claim to be known in the world was as a whore or maybe a high class escort at best. But this, I could slip into his court while it was still in its infancy and have a strong spot to stay there. Hell, I’d even be willing to squeeze a kid out or two if he wanted just to make sure that I wouldn’t have to live like I had been.
I slipped into the chambermaid’s dress and grabbed a chamberpot. Stuffing the good dress inside it while I got ready. A few deep breaths I stepped into the top hallway and held the pot to my chest. I approached the first door I could. Looking as busy as I could with the chamberpot.
My heart thundered as I walked past the first guard, his eyes just glazing over me like I was background noise before I got to an unoccupied room and slipped inside it. If my mental map was correct I was a floor up and two rooms over from the Prince’s window. I would do just one check and if there was no chance for me to do this I would give up. But if his window was even slightly open I knew what I had to do.
Setting the pot on the abandoned bed I opened the window and leaned as far out as I could and looked down towards Allguard’s room. There, his window was indeed cracked. It was a chance. I just had to be brave enough to take it. My eyes went straight down and I looked at the thick hedges that would catch me should I need to fall. It wouldn’t be without injury but it would be survivable.
But the dresses were too cumbersome. I stuffed them in the bag, I would need to sneak out of the prince’s chambers at one point. Let’s just hope that whatever this climb was I would be able to reverse it and get back up here and slip out. Stripped down into my underthings I tucked the bag under the bed and started to do some deep stretches.
Closing my eyes I focused on calming my heart. I was always a more athletic girl growing up. Playing with the boys, running, jumping, and climbing where I should have. Sure, it had been a time but I was sure that this was my only chance. If I failed, I would fall, be found in the bushes sometime if I didn’t make it back to my room. Otherwise I would just return to the room a little scuffed up.
Crawling out the window I stood on the ledge on the side of the castle. Each step had maybe just enough room for my toes to grip onto the edge of the bricks as I stood pressed against the stone. My heart raced a thousand beats a minute. The cold stone against my breasts causing my nipples to harden nearly instantly as I shuffled towards the pillar that separated this set of windows away from the next. Carefully I got to the pillar and decided that if I was going to climb down at all I would do it now.
My nipples rubbed against the stone as I took one slow painful step after another. Getting towards the greatest area I could to wrap my arms and legs around. The slow shuffle caused my joints and muscles to ache. After a day of hard work and mental exhaustion I was nearly willing to just climb all the way down and try to slip my way back towards the rooms. But then I was on the same level as the prince’s window. I stepped onto the ledge. I could see no light slipping through this royal’s room so as silently as I could I passed by it.
Just as I was getting to the next pillar my foot slipped and I nearly plummeted to the ground. I kept from screaming and snatched the barest edge of the bricks. My grip was fueled by terror as sweat ran down my back.
God what am I thinking! This is insane, I should just quit! No, I couldn’t quit. I flailed and grabbed and started to haul myself back up and was on the ledge leading towards the cracked window of Allguard’s room.
I could feel my heart in my throat as I looked at the gap a fist’s width to squeeze something into. Bringing my heels together I reached in with my leg at the small crank to open the window and gripped it with my toes. Slowly, with a lot of struggle I started to crank it open. The gap grew slowly as my muscles ached at the strain.
Once it was wide enough I slipped inside the edge and looked at the golden waves spread across the top of Allguard’s bed. The soft breathing of the young prince was all that I could hear. Like the shadows I slid onto the floor and passed all the small tables lined on the window and took a seat on the cold stone floor. I had to calm down.
Bile rose in my throat at the sudden realization that I might be mistaken as an assassin, prowling around like this. It would have been so different if I had been able to come in the front of the room. But no, the prince had no suitors and had no history of summoning women to his chambers. I’d looked for all sorts of rumors all day and the only real thing revealed is that he was heavily invested into the ceremonies that involved some armor or something.
I could feel the sweat cooling on my back as I leaned my head against the wall. Letting the castle wick away the heat of my body for a time so that I wouldn’t be so panicked. When my heart beat steady and my stomach settled I stood up and looked down at Allguard.
I could see the gentle girl he had been pretending to be. How easy it was for him to blend in and seem like he belonged amongst the women. I would have to take him by surprise. I slipped out of my clothes.
Sliding into his bed my hands ran into a small bottle. I looked at it, it smelled like lavender and chamomile. Something soothing that filled my mind with thoughts of rest. I took a drop and it was a slick, thick oil that really made my skin glide against itself. I looked at him with a smile as he slept. I oiled my hands and like a serpent wrapped around one leg and pinned Allguard as subtly as I could.
One hand was ready to clamp around his mouth as I slid the other one down the front of his trousers. He was bare and hairless. Smooth as silk with well cared for skin. My somewhat calloused hand wrapped around his already stiff cock. It was just long enough to lay across my palm and fit inside my grip. Small, but manageable.
Allguard groaned softly as I leaned down and kissed his jaw softly. My hand working him gently as I roused him from his sleep.
His eyes were slowly opening as he moaned, “Oh Ter-” He paused his eyes on me as I clamped a hand over his mouth and pinned him there. He jerked and spasmed with surprise.
Pinning him with my weight I whispered to him. “Hello, Princess,” I squeezed his cock and ran nails along his balls, “Or, rather prince.” I leaned down and nipped at his nipple to make him jerk once more. I continued to stroke his throbbing cock with my hand as his heart raced and his breath made itself barely contained by my hand.
His eyes bore into me as he calmed down. I stroked, cupped, and teased his skin as he grew more flush and relaxed as I continued to touch him. His mouth opened in a groan and I slid some fingers into his lips and played with his tongue.
“There you go, surrender to me. You think I wouldn’t find out? That you would be able to dodge your Mistress?” I whispered into his ear as I gripped his cock hard without stroking. Feeling his heart thunder against my palm.
“I’m sorry mistress.” He groaned around my fingers in his mouth. Coating them in slobber. He leaned forward seeking my lips before I clamped my hand over his face and shoved it back down.
“No kisses for disobedient little bitches.” I squeezed his mouth shut and grabbed his balls in my hand. Gripping them until he grew taught with worry. “Naughty boys get punished.” His eyes sparked with hunger and fear as I reached below his balls and rubbed the skin between them and his delightful ass.
As my fingers brushed against the sensitive puckered flesh he shook his head really hard and looked at me pleadingly. “MMmmrhphh.”
Squinting at him I let go of his mouth a little, “What was that?”
Whispering, he looked at the door. “I want Sir Terrance to do that to me. I’m sorry mistress but I want to save that for him. I want… the first to be him.”
“Well, I didn’t come all this way for nothing Petal. I’m taking something from you.”
His eyes were wide, a mix of hope and hunger burning deep inside them. “Anything but my ass. I want that only for Terrance.”