Go by herself and one bodyguard

The Queen wishes she had kept her mouth shut last night and not gotten involved at all. Now, what had started off as a chance to bond with her daughter had developed into just one more opportunity to remember her second-rate status. She may be a queen, but she was as much subject to the King’s whims as any peasant!

“You know, I think I will just do this as a solo mission,” she decided. “If Adella can’t come along, I think it’s best for me to be the sole emissary. Obscuria has its own views about the proper roles of men and women, and if Stewart or Duncan are there with me, it might confuse matters about who has the authority to speak on behalf of Mirantia.”

King Malcolm frowns thoughtfully. “If you are sure, Caroline. But I will send a strong company of soldiers for your protection, just in case. Besides, it will send a powerful message about Mirantian resolve.”

“No, I don’t think that would be wise,” she replied. “Again, remember Obscuria’s views on women. If they see me with a large contingent of men, they may get the idea that Mirantian women are weak and in need of more protection. I recommend you send just one with me as my attaché — and bodyguard, if necessary. How about Dreyvel?

The king rubs his chin as he considers his wife’s words. There is sense in them, and Dreyvel, the captain of the archers, is the equal of a dozen men in combat. His half-elven background makes him faster and more accurate than anyone else in the Royal Guard, and his loyalty to the Crown has all but compensated for the suspicion that comes with his elven heritage.

“Alright,” Malcolm announces. “It is settled. You and Dreyvel will leave as soon as I can confirm matters with Queen Imperia.”

Caroline turns to leave and begin preparing for the trip, but the king reaches out and takes her by the arm. “You aren’t upset with me, are you, Dear?”

The Queen forces a half smile. “I’m disappointed, of course. I had so looked forward to this time with our daughter. Besides, for all your talk about equality, it is actions that mean more than words.”

“I understand, Caroline,” he says, placatingly. “It’s just that there are some things that even a king is powerless to do — at least right away.”

He kisses her hand to dismiss her, and the Queen returns to her quarters to prepare for the journey ahead.

The final arrangements take longer than expected, and nearly two weeeks pass before the Queen finds herself in her carriage, overlooking the deep gorge that marks the border between Mirantia and Obscuria. It is a fine, summer day, and had it not been for the special circumstances of the journey, she would have preferred to have made the trip on horseback or in an open buggy. As it is, she has had to content herself with taking in the sights through the windows of the royal carriage. It is pulled by two of the finest horses in the royal stables, with Dreyvel masterfully guiding them from his seat atop the carriage.

Now, as they stop and look across the border, Dreyvel speaks for nearly the first time since they left the palace. “Here it is, Your Majesty. Our last few breaths of Mirantian air until this is all over.”

“Do you see the honor guard that is to meet us on the other side of the bridge?” she asks.

“No, Your Majesty. We made excellent time, and they are not expecting us for perhaps another hour.”

“In that case, come here, Dreyvel. There is something I must discuss with you.”

Dreyvel’s brow shows his concern for what must be on the Queen’s mind, as he ties the horses’ reins to the carriage and jumps to the ground. Were it not for the pointed tips of his ears, nothing about Dreyvel’s appearance would betray his elven connection. Although slightly smaller and thinner than a typical member of the Royal Guard, he was still within the realm of what passes as normal. Because of the distrust of anything magical, Dreyvel had learned to wear his long hair loose, covering his ears, even though a ponytail was much more the style of the day.

He walked to the side of the carriage, opened the door, and bowed slightly. “Yes, Your Majesty? What is it you need?”

“You,” came the reply, as the Queen reaches out, took the bodyguard by the collar, and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

Dreyvel stiffened for just a moment before relaxing into the kiss and wrapping his arms around the Queen. She leaned back on the seat, and Dreyvel followed her inside, laying directly on top of her. The two figures embraced and kissed for several minutes, their hands moving lovingly over each other’s bodies, until Dreyvel broke off the contact and pushed himself up with his hands, looking down on the Queen’s face.

“Why do you stop?” she asks. “You said we had an hour!”

“But if we should be seen!” said Dreyvel, looking around. “How would it look to see the Queen in such a state?”

“Put your hand between my legs and tell me on me what kind of state you think I am in!” she replied, taking his hand and moving it downward.

Dreyvel pulled his hand away from her, but remained in his position. “The king sent me with you to protect you.”

“He sent you to be my bodyguard. My body needs its guard! Why else do you think I selected you for the task? It’s been hard enough to sit back here this entire journey and have you so close, but unable to touch you! Who knows whether we will have any time alone once we cross the border?”

Caroline presses upward with her hips and begins to slowly and purposefully grind against Dreyvel’s crotch. She knows his weaknesses, and if she can just get him to the right level of arousal, she knows his caution will lose out to his desire.

“You are insatiable,” he says, still looking stern, but with a half smile. “One would have thought you got enough yesterday afternoon to last you for a few days, at least.”

“Yesterday was just a teaser,” said the Queen, letting her hand slip down between Dreyvel’s legs, stroking the growing erection she could feel through his pants. “I could have gone for another couple of hours, but you ran out on me.”

“And only just avoided being walked in on by your husband,” he replied, rocking his hips back and forth in rhythm to her touch. “What would the King have done to me if he found me in his own bed with his wife?”

“And what would he say if he knew you have been keeping his bed and his wife warm for all these months?” she replied, unfastening his pants and slipping her hand inside.

Dreyvel moaned at her touch. He knew this would happen as soon as he got word that he was to accompany Caroline on this assignment. Despite his best efforts, she always managed to overpower him with her seductive charm. For nearly a year he had been living in constant fear that their love affair would be discovered. His cautionary nature was at odds with the Queen’s boldness, and he lost count of the number of times they had narrowly avoided being discovered. Once they had to hide, naked, under a draped table, for over two hours when the king walked into the throne room right as Dreyvel was kneeling in front of the Queen, giving her oral sex on her throne. He was terrified as they hid, but Caroline found the experience so much fun that she brought him to climax under the table with a handjob and urged him to finger her, causing her to cum twice — once while the king stood at that very same table, signing important documents!

“I must have you, my love,” said the Queen, breathlessly. Her hand was wrapped around Dreyvel’s swollen member, stroking it expertly. “I cannot possibly concentrate on affairs of state while I am in this condition!”

Dreyvel knew it was pointless to argue with her when she got into this condition, and the truth was that he didn’t even want to try at this point. He looked around, nervously. Although in a covered carriage, they were still quite exposed to the view of passersby. He spied a small thicket a few yards away that might offer better cover for an impromptu sexual rendezvous.