Ruling the household

“Mother, Mother!” His winy, sniveling little voice irritated her more than words could express. If she hadn’t pushed him out herself, she would have never believed the skinny, feminine lad was actually her son. He approached her with his nose upturned, as he kept it most often. He brushed past a servant who bowed to him, refusing to acknowledge the man’s existence and stood still before her, demanding her attention.

“What is it, Edmund?” His golden-blonde hair was the only feature the boy had managed to inherit from her, that and her womanly hips…

“As you well know, Mother, my eighteenth birthday passed a few weeks ago now and still I seem to be left without any sort of position in court! It is simply unjust, I am a prince!”

The boy stamped his little feet against the stone, his pretty red-leather boots made a clattering sound and his ruby inlaid golden jewelry jingled. His eyes resembled his fathers, stern and mossy green. Yet he had none of the man’s strength, nor his lust for war, which Adelaide supposed she aught to see as a blessing.

“Yes, you are a prince. Is that not enough for you? What else do you wish? Another palace? A few more servants to ****? Perhaps a pure-bred gelding to never ride because you dislike mud on your riding boots?”

Edmund scoffed and crossed his thin arms across his chest.”I want what I am owed, I want my birthright!”

“Ahh there you go, now you’re starting to sound like a man. A winy, puny little man, but still a man. Does my little Eddie wish to be king?”

Queen Adelaide noticed a servant standing in the corner of the room, eyeing her with a worried look on his face. She merely had to glance at him and he straightened his back, scurrying out of the room.

“I am my fathers son! I am a full grown man, I deserve the crown!” Edmunds face began to glow red-hot, he sputtered and clenched his jaw.

“You deserve what I give you, my son. I am queen and I will remain queen until I deem you ready to take over the throne and Eddie, you are far from ready. Besides, do you really think its right to call yourself a full grown man? I know women who look manlier than you…” Eddie gazed at her with wide eyes, though Adelaide was widely known to be brutally honest with everyone, her son had always been an exception. She babied prince Edmund and never let anybody say a bad word about him. But as of recently queen Adelaide had begun to realize that she aught to stop protecting her son from the real world.

“Horace, what do you think, does my son look like a man?” Her new personal guard stood to the left of her throne, quietly observing everything that was going on. Adelaide knew that he, of all of her servants, would be the only one to give her an honest answer. The others were all too well bloody mannered.

“No, your grace. If he we’d’ve been in my village, we’d put a dress on the lad and put him to work as a barmaid, pinching his little ass every time he passed our table.” Adelaide couldn’t help but laugh, a long, scathing laugh. Edmund meanwhile looked at Horace in horror, especially the devious look that glossed over his blue eyes as he described the ways he might grope him, frightened him deeply.

“Well, that sounds like fun, doesn’t it Eddie?” Adelaide spoke, looking her son up and down. “If you really want a job so desperately, how about we go and pick out a nice silk dress for you darling? Ohh you’d look so cute!” Prince Edmund shook his head, not being able to tell if his mother was joking or not. Once more he looked at her towering new guard and caught a glimpse of him licking his lips.

“N-no!” He squeaked. “I will not be spoken to in this way, not even by you mother!” His cheeks began turning red, even more red than before and Adelaide spotted an angry vein throbbing in her sons forehead. Eddie gave a stiff bow and turned around, stomping his feet as he stormed out of the throne room.

“See you at dinner Eddie” queen Adelaide spoke, looking over her shoulder to shoot Horace a wink. She wondered if she had enough time to fuck him again? Maybe a really quick one, but Monty had said a Lord was coming to pay her a visit, she couldn’t remember which one, but Monty seemed nervous, so it was probably a powerful one. Adelaide decided she aught save her strength for the man, for she was sure he’d be coming to her with plenty demands.