Isolde's Nightmare

Princess Isolde found herself in her own bed, properly tucked and rested, but still something troubled her. She remembered having quite a vivid nightmare, but she could not recollect what the nightmare was exactly about. I must have fallen asleep during the feast... The servants must have taken me here... I wonder if my brother was disappointed by my absence... She smirked at that thought. She knew that Dorian could get really mad when his dick wasn't properly pleased. And, as the song says: when the king is Mad his cock gets hard, she chuckled.

She dressed herself quickly and went to the hall to find her brother. The King was having his usual breakfast of eggs and meat, and she approached him with her sultriest demeanour and silent feet. She quickly embraced him from behind, smashing her breast against his back, making him feel his body. "Good morning, my King."

"Good Morning, sis." Said he in a neutral tone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry I did not visit you last night. I hope your new wife was up to the task." Her hands ran quickly trough his body, searching for his manhood with wicked fingers. "Did you broke her ass already? You promised you would let me watch"

"What are you doing?" Said Dorian with a worried tone, so unusual in him.

"Don't worry, no one is looking... and I know you miss your little slutty sister."

But soon his hands took hold of hers and move them away form his body with stern determination. "Isolde, stop this at once. It is indecent."

She giggled at her brothers words "Don't play games, dear. You know that I always wake up horny."

Her hands renewed their **** but the king's where already there to stop them."Isolde, cease this childish behaviour."

"What?" Asked her, baffled.

"I understand that a woman of your age has her needs, specially one that had remained single for so long, but it is sinful to desire your own flesh."

"Are you kidding me? What are you even...?" She asked

"I would allow you this tone in private, sister, but I would appreciate if you speak to me with a more proper speech in public, or in front of my beloved."

My beloved!?

Just at that precise moment, Karla entered the room, and the queen spoke with a courteous tone and soft words. "Good morning, my king."

Dorian turned back and looked upon the redhead with shining eyes, crowing over an idiotic smile. He had never looked at me that way... "Moon of my life," Said the King. "I hope that your night was restful, the perils of an early awake do not take a toll on your beauty." The King took his wife's hand and kissed it with devotion.

"This can't be happening..." murmured Isolde, fighting to keep the tears inside her.

"I'm thankful for your loving words." Said Karla. "And I salute you too, lady Isolde. You look remarkably beautiful this morning." The princess did not answer, as her hands began to close into a fist.

"Come, the cook will make you whatever you want." Said the Dorian to the queen, not even looking to her sister anymore.

"Don't you want a glass of MILK?" Hissed Isolde.

"Oh, that would be very nice." Said Karla with her calm and innocent voice, gifting her a smile. "Thank you for the idea, lady Isolde." She then looked back to her husband with a smile, and the King kissed her, somehow still smiling too. It was a soft and caring kiss, the kiss of two people in love. Isolde wanted to puke, she felt her body trembling, and a dark **** was taking hold of her bosom, her heart was breaking, shattering all it's pieces inside her. No, this can't be happening. I'm still dreaming, this is a nightmare. My King loves me, not her, not her.

"Is everything right, lady Isolde?" Someone asked her, but she did not care who. The princess turned around and ran away from that dreadful room, with tears filling her beautiful dark eyes...