Wait to see if they go away so you can fill his ass

You and Princess stay perfectly still. Both you had the same thought, if you pretend you aren't here maybe whoever that is will go away.

Another knock was punctuated by Princess trying to back off the door. The intention was probably to get away from the knocking but the rest was to push push his ass against you. There was no follow up so you pushed Princesses pants down a little further.

"Master Christopher, Mater Edin, your sponsor requests your presence." You remember the voice as that of the carriage driver who had brought you to the capital.

"Sir?" Princess whispered softly enough to not be heard from outside the room. You had pushed his pants down a little more without noticing and your cock was pressing against his slightly expose ass.

You wait a little longer in the hope the driver will leave but he knocks again. "She insists you join her."

Princess looked over his shoulder at you. "Sir?" He was waiting for you to decide for him. Even though you had just cum the feeling of his smooth skin as it rubs against your cock was pushing to ignoring the Anastasia, at least for an hour or so.

There was another knock on the door and you out a sad sigh. You pulled up Edin's pants and kissed his neck. He gave a disappointed sigh but did turn enough to catch your lips with his. After a very brief kiss you called out. "We'll be out in a second just need to change."

Edin gave you a quizzical look before your looked down at his chest. He followed your gaze and saw the damp patch his drool had created. You gave you a happy smile and you stepped back to let him skip over to his wardrobe.

You looked at your trunks and hoped you would get some time to pack everything away before the end of the day. You looked over your shoulder and saw Edin holding a new pair of underwear. His aura shrinks around him, focusing on his lower half.

You think better than to say something about it. "I'm going to go say hello to the driver, We'll wait outside for when you're ready." You say it as nonchalantly as you can. Edin doesn't give any outward response but you see his aura drift towards you for a moment.

You open the door and close it making sure that no one would be able to see Edin. "Good morning Master Christopher." The carriage driver bowed slightly before glancing around. The floor was empty you didn't know if anyone was still in their rooms. In a hushed voice he says. "I did not mention your aura my Lord." He stays bowed and the intonation to the Lord seemed a little odd but you felt relief about something you hadn't known was on your mind.

"Thank you. Did the joint get repaired?" You remember him showing it to you when you looked over the carriage yesterday morning.

"Yes Master Christopher." He had returned to his normal speaking tone. "We also found a few more loose joints."

"Does the carriage usually make trips outside the capital?" You are making small talk to keep him here but are a little curious.

"No, it has never been in use for so long before. It usually only get used to ferry," he hesitated and looked around again, "Ladies," clearly a master of spycraft, "around. I've only ever left the capital to visit your father's estate." He sounded happy about his chance to leave the capital.

"How did their mother take their absence?" You recalled Anastasia mentioning they didn't exactly have permission to attend your eighteenth.

"Your sponsor was able to visit you." He gave a shrug to indicate he didn't know anything beyond that but the fact Anastasia was allowed the palace said something.

The door opens and Edin emerges wearing a new shirt and pants. They were both deep blue tight enough to show how slender his body with lighter blue stitching creating a faint wave like pattern.

"Follow me young Masters." The driver said turning and walking towards the stairs.

You hang back a moment and whisper into Edin's ear. "You look good Princess." He blushes at the usage of his pet name but smiles at the compliment and together you follow the carriage driver.

As you followed the driver with Edin next to you, your hand strays to his lower back. You don't grab his ass but having some physical contact with him just feels nice. Edin moved a little closer but didn't lean against you.

The second floor was as empty as your own but halfway down the stair to the ground floor you saw Vatarie. She was in a group of five other women, you remember they were the ones she had gone to after your breakfast. You caught her eye and smiled at her. She froze and looked a little panicked. You weren't sure why. It could be your closeness to Edin but you thought the issue she had in that respect was when you and her were together. Your eyes drifted to the driver. You didn't really think of it before but the clothes he wore might be an indication of his role as a royal carriage driver. You disregard that thought simply because you can't believe Anastasia would go to the effort of telling the driver to not mention who she was only to forget his uniform announced it.

You tried to convey your lack of understanding to Vatarie hoping she would either explain or not hold whatever it was against you. Before she can give you an indication some of her friends had turned to face you. They broke out a cacophony of whispering, giggling and pointing.

You were going to walk past them without much note but the sudden activity direct at and relating to you made you stop on the second last stair. One of the women walked the few steps towards you. "I want a massage." The friend group laughed and Vatarie looked conflicted.

Another spoke up. "You can wash my back if you are good." More laughs and you figured this was their attempt at teasing you. Vatarie was a teenage girl and with the flipped gender dynamics you should have realised sexualised teasing would come with the territory. Edin pressed a little more against you. If it was to support you or avoid attracting attention you weren't sure.

Vatarie looked away and you wondered if she was going to defend you. It didn't matter you what her friends said and if she joined in you can't hold it against her, she was a teenage girl and these were her friend while you were a few hour old possible relationship. "If's he's a good boy I'll share him." She decided to join in with her friends and they all jeered at you.

You really thought you didn't care what she said but her talking about you like that hurt a bit. "Of course Lady Vatarie." You responded, you kept a neutral tone as if this was a perfectly fine option. She looked conflicted as her group cheered at your apparent submission to her. They climbed up the steps making other comment directed at you Vatarie was carried off in the middle of the group but as she passed you felt her aura approach you but avoid contact. It seemed like an attempted apology and you accepted it as such. Your response had been immature, just because you are chronologically a teenager doesn't give you an excuse to act like one.

"Masters?" The driver was standing at the bottom of the steps waiting for you. He had no reaction to the exchange and you wondered if he would tell Anastasia about the exchange.

"Sorry." You smiled back as Edin and yourself took the last two steps and left the building. The carriage was waiting for you outside in the same spot it had dropped you off. The illusion was still in place and when you looked through it you saw Anastasia looking out the window at the building you had just left.

"Front door Masters." The driver climbed into his seat and waited for you to climb in.

You opened the door and pushed Edin so he'd climb in first. You hadn't had a chance to see it in his tighter clothes and took the chance. It looked extremely gropeable but you resisted doing so in front of Anastasia. Once Edin was inside you climb up.

Edin had taken the seat by the far window leaving you to sit between the two. Anastasia didn't acknowledge you as you entered the carriage closed the door and sat down. The carriage started to move and you were left in silence, waiting for Anastasia to acknowledge you.

Sitting in the middle meant you had to look over either Edin or Anastasia to see outside. You looked over Edin's shoulder as the Royal Academy receded from your view. It occurred to you that you had no idea where you were going and you didn't know the capital so wouldn't even be able to guess where you were being taken. As the trees ringing the Academy's hill pass and surrender to the gardens proper you can't stand the silence. "How did you parents take your absence?" You should have said good morning first but the question was the presence in the carriage.

Anastasia let out an annoyed sigh but didn't look away from the window. "They didn't notice." The bitterness in her voice tried to hide her sadness but you could see her aura. It was wrapped tightly around her in a protective embrace.

"Then they're idiots." You lash out in defense of her before your brain has a chance to consider your words. You just called the Queen and King idiots to their daughter. It was such a glaring error the first thought that came to you was that the **** contract must be active somehow.

Anastasia's aura glowed a little brighter as you said it and fraction of a smile ghosted across her lips. "They are you're sovereigns." She pointed out but didn't disagree.

"Of course, I apologize for my laspe." You bow your head slightly.

"Doesn't mean you're wrong." Edin whispered out only just loud enough for you and Anastasia to hear.

Anastasia doesn't make a comment about Edin but you feel her aura relax and spread out from herself. You recalled saying to the pair that they were your first friends, maybe that wasn't entirely one sided. But the **** contract, working or not, is a looming presence over any relationship.

"Isabelle threw a fit when I said she couldn't come." Anastasia said as the gloom lifted from the carriage.

You silently breathed a sigh of relief at that fact. "Can we visit her?" Edin said hopefully, so you were probably the only one who saw what Isabelle was when she wasn't pretending.

"Not today. She ran off to Elizabeth to make me jealous." Anastasia said in a light voice but you could hear Isabelle ploy had been successful.

"You never told me much about your twin." Since Anastasia had brought her up you hoped to get a little more information about the mysterious twin.

"Are you going shopping?" Edin jumped in before Anastasia had a chance to react to your question. You took it as him saving you, her twin must be a very touchy subject.

"Christopher needs proper clothes. I won't have my sponsored parading around the capital like a, well the son of country Lord." She turned to look you up and down as she said and smiled at the end lo let you know it was said in jest.

"Should I have wipe the mud off my shoes before I got into the carriage?" You lift your foot to examine it sole a begrudging smile spreads across her face.

"Only if you wanted to keep you feet." She shot back at you and the three of you let out a quick laugh.

"Are we going to visit Madam Havir?" Edin asked sounding rather excited. You assumed this was a clothing shop and your desire to get him a dress resurfaced.

"They don't make clothes for men like Christopher." Anastasia said leaning a little so she could look at Edin. "But if you're good we can drop by." Edin smiled at her and wiggled in his seat a little in excitement.

"I don't have any money." You say it as it enters your mind. Considering Anastasia was a princess money probably wouldn't have been an issue however, with the driver's subtlety and the still present illusion on the carriage to hide herself from the outside world, she is 'undercover'.

"We're just ordering the clothes." Anastasia waves you off. "When they are ready I'll have them paid for and delivered." She says it with such disinterest you wonder if she had a strong grasp of currency. Being a royal you doubted it was something she even needed to consider on a small scale.

"Thanks Anastasia." You say with a smile. "And thank you for the sponsorship." Edin agrees and thanks her as enthusiastically as normal.

"Just," she looked a little uncomfortable and you thought of the **** contract again, "don't make me look bad." Her deliberate obfuscation of her presence a little more sense, she didn't want to be associated with you until you'd proved competent.

And thinking of association. Should you tell her about Vatarie? She was courting you, though you don't know if there should be some sort of official announcement on her part. Plus there was no reason to tell Anastasia.

"I'm glad you're here." She mumbled quietly. There could have been a lot of reasons for her to say that but seeing her aura you knew she was trying to smooth the jagged edges of her last comment.

"Where ever you need us." You replied. With the **** contract in place she probably believed that was a guarantee.

"I would be somewhere worse if you hadn't sponsored me." Edin said quietly and a familiar darkness marred his aura that caused a surge of protective affection in you. He'd never mentioned his past in his letters beyond a few bare comments. You weren't sure you should ask him about it now but that darkness in his aura looked like an infection corrupting his normally wonderfully peaceful affectionate aura so you had to ask him later.

"And we wouldn't be here together." You said it and looked at Anastasia, only thinking about the wording after it was out of your mouth. From what Edin said Anastasia had been helping him to seduce you. "You two are the first friends I'd ever had after all."

You could see a smugness wave through Anastasia's aura and a tendril extend towards Edin. Edin let out a soft cough and the smugness in her aura shifted into fractionally deeper red. You were too impressed over her aura control to really care about whatever they were communicating out.

"We'll be there soon." She looked at the clothes you were wearing. "This will take a while."

You look down at your clothes and were suddenly worried about the content of this little shopping trip. You had no idea what the fashion of the capital was and all your clothes were about comfort. You look at Edin's clothes. He looked very nice but you didn't really think that style would suit you.