The Future of his company

Lethila let Horace lead her into a nearby tavern, one they had often frequented over the years. Many nights had been spent here enjoying a meal or getting a room when they didn't feel like using the small cart. As the years progressed, they had come to use the tavern more and more. The owner had caught on to her identity at one point, but was gracious enough to keep his silence. She, in return, had made a sizable donation to his funds and after Horace had left town, she had given the tavern owner a night to remember as well. She sighed at that particular memory. He had been pretty good in bed, but certainly not the best. She hated to admit it, but Reinlest had been the best, even beating out Horace in terms of skill. She could be a lot more passionate with her lover, but that one night with with the prince had stuck with her. If he hadn't turned out to be such an ass, she might have given herself over to him completely.

Horace led them to their usual booth in the back after waving to a few of his associates from the caravan. In the past, his wife had always taken the seat beside him and Lethila took a seat across from them. That had changed after his wife had decided to become a home body, Lethila had taken over her spot. As they settled in, Lethila cuddled into his side. A waitress came over and took their order and they sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Lethila...."

"Please Horace... Just... Just give me a moment."

"Alright..."

They didn't say a word, just held each other until their meal came. They ate and quietly discussed how their day went, but there was something in the way he was carrying himself that had her worried. Sadness in his eyes, a shakiness in his voice, and the possessive way he held her. He didn't want to let go, but was going to all the same. She had known it would happen eventually, but had truly hoped she had more time. Once the meal was over, he grew quiet again, but eventually invited her to his room. She accepted, but knew this was as much to delay the inevitable talk as it was to let them enjoy what they both wanted. Normally he would have gone to the bar to pay for a room, but tonight he already had one ready and simply led her to the stairs that led to the upper floors. His room was near the end of the hall on the second floor, but as they approached he walked slower and slower.

"It's ok. It will be ok."

He squeezed her hand in silent thanks and walked her into his room. Once inside she was able to shed her hooded cloak and settled on the end of the bed to watch him. His eyes drank in her form and she could see his cock already beginning to create a bulge in his pants. She hadn't doubted that he wanted her.

"What's bothering you Horace?"

"I'm... getting old Lethila. You look so young and vibrant and I'm just.... old. As much as I love traveling the roads, I think my time is over... This is my last trip. I've spent the last two years getting my son and grandson ready to take up the caravan. After this trip is over, I'm staying home with my wife to run the company from our warehouses and let the boys do the leg work."

"I'll never see you again," she said sadly. He nodded in response, just as upset.

"If I could, I would spend another thirty years on the road and come see you every chance I got. I... I've fallen in love with you. But I love my wife as well, and you are still young with a life ahead of you. And royalty." The last few words were said with a mischievous smile.

"Yes Horace, you've fucked a princess," she said with a giggle as she fought back tears.

"This isn't the place for me anymore. It's been a great run, but after I leave in a few days, I will not be coming back."

He walked over to her and she stood to meet him. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Her fears were realized, this was the end. All that was left to do was one last night to say goodbye.