Let the chase begin

The banquet later that evening is a grandiose event, with more guests, pomp and circumstance than the royal castle has seen in decades. You have spent lavishly on food and drink and you have hired the best dancers and musicians in the country, hoping that your vassals get something other to gossip about than the latest peculiar rumors surrounding the king – and to bedazzle lady Hilda with your princely magnificence.

And so far, so good. You have seated the young count and countess at one of the best tables, right opposite the dais where you and the queen are sitting. Those seats are usually reserved for older and more prestigious nobility, but this way you have a direct view of lady Hilda during the whole banquet. You have also made sure that the servants keep their cups filled to the brim at all times.

You raise your cup at Hilda – for what's probably the tenth time this evening – and look straight into her eyes with the most regal smile you can muster. The young noblewoman raises her own glass and drinks – anything else would be gravely insolent – then looks down bashfully. But this time she looks up back at you with a playful and somewhat tipsy smile.

Look at that smile. Gods, she's beautiful.

Marissa laughs next to you. "Nice scheme, dear husband. Looks like that little chicken is ready to be plucked", she says while stabbing a sharp knife right through a roasted quail on her plate.

"I really don't know what you are talking about", you murmur, still smiling at Hilda. Why am I playing this game with Marissa? It's pointless.

"Oh? Then why is your cock raging hard every time that little cow looks your way?" she says and reaches between your legs, grabbing the hard bulge straining the front of your breeches.

She grabs her wine cup with her other hand and raises it to Hilda with a warm, motherly smile. "To your health", she says and drinks – adding under her breath, "... you little peasant whore".

After the banquet the party moves into the grand ballroom and the guests quickly starts partnering up for the first dance. You charge straight through the crowd with your royal guards in tow, making the couples scurry out of your way, until you reach lady Hilda. You step right in with an exaggerated bow, cutting her husband off, and reach out your hand.

"Fair lady, vill you honor me with your hand for this dance?" you say.

She blushes and makes a deep curtsy, glancing around at the murmuring spectators.

"I w-would be most honored, your Majesty", she says and offers you her hand.

You grin as you take it, so warm and delicate, and lead her to your place in the formation.

"So, I hear that you are new at the court. Is this your first time in the capital?", you ask as the music starts and you make your opening steps and turns.

"Yes, your Majesty, my husband has business here and I convinced him to take me along on the trip, to make it into a honeymoon", she says and smiles. "Oh, the castle is soromantic, more so than I ever could imagine. I'm so glad I get to see it, before...", she says and bites her lip.

"Before what, mylady?" you ask while you grab her firmly by the hips, moving your hands lower than what is customary.

"Well, your Majesty, before I return to Foxmond and... gods willing, bear sons for my husband. I might never even see the capital agan", she says with a streak of sadness in her voice.

"Ah, well let's make your time here a memorable adventure then," you say and spin her around in a pirouette as the music increases in tempo and becomes more intense. You are an excellent dancer and you use all your tricks, leading Hilda firmly but gently through all your your twirls and twists and she laughs and gasps as she floats through the sea of dancing couples. You touch her more than what is expected from a virtuous dance partner, letting your hand brush across her full breasts a few times and making sure that she bumps her round arse into your crotch. As a grand finale you pick her up and toss her, catching her in your arms to the last crescendo.

As the final note fades out she remains your arms, giggling with blushing cheeks.

"Gods, thank you, your Majesty..." she pants. "I've never danced quite like that before".

"Well, thank you, mylady. Now I think we both could use some fresh air. How about I give you a tour of the castle? I can show you... parts that most other courtiers never get to see."

The two of you saunter through the empty halls of the royal castle, enjoying a pleasant conversation. You both impress her with romantic tales of your predecessors while making sure to take great interest in hearing about her homelands and her family. You show her the library, the gardens and even the horses in the stables. Finally you take her to the old tower and stop at a small and furnished alcove with windows overlooking city. You light some candles and shut the draperies behind you, and invite her to sit on one of the many cushions, pouring her cup of wine from a strategically placed flagon.

"Oh look, I can see the whole city! Look at all those lights", Hilda says and puts her face to the window.

"Yes, and did you know that this is the actual spot where princess Ellyn waited for her beloved lord Stanway every night", you say and move closer, sneaking an arm around her. "Just as in the story."

"Really? Oh, I love that story! It's so sad and romantic. I must have read it a thousand times", she says excitedly and starts reciting a verse from "The Tale of Princess Ellyn" – one of Itheria's true literary classics.

"Ah, very nice, but there is more to that poem you know. Did you know that there are a several missing verses, only accessible in the original copy here in the royal library."

She looks at you, enchanted. "Really!? What are they about?"

"Well... I could read some for you, but I must warn you, Hilda... it is very lewd..."

"Oh, b-but please... just read it anyway."

You smile and starts reciting the lewd verses, mainly about the how the busty princess Ellyn diddled herself in the tower, mad with desire after handsome lord Stanway's huge cock – and how she finally got him back and sucked and fucked herself silly until the ends of their lives. You know the poem by heart, it was one of your favorites during your teenage years after all.

"So, what do you think, Hilda? Did you like it?"

Hilda just looks at you feverishly and lets a soft moan escape her parted lips.

All you have to do now is to make your final move. But at the same time you actually feel your heart beating faster. To your surprise you realize that you could actually see yourself falling for this girl. Now you are not sure whether to confess your love – or just give her a good tumble.