Horacio, the Chaplain

While Liandra felt pride from her recent actions, she understood that some could feel she intruded on their authority, and what if they decided to retaliate? She had never engaged in this kind of politics, but knew she was threading in murky waters.

Of all the ones there, Liandra felt the closest to chaplain Horacio. He was a kind man in his late fifties and her tutor in more than one subject. She remembered most his comforting words when her pet bunny passed away, he told her of hare heaven and that Mr Rabbit would frollick forever. She learned later that it was a lie, but it helped her cope with the loss.

"Chaplain Horacio" She curticised "Would your holiness have time for me? heavy matters weight on my heart" She took his hand and kissed his palm, but he chuckled "You hardly need to make an appointment to talk to me, Liandra. Come, let us chat" The clergyman placed his hand on the princess lower back, and almost immediately she felt a sexual thrill spread like wildfire down her legs.

She was taken to the chapel, empty save for two Nuns lighting the candles and cleaning the place. Horacio greeted them gently, and Liandra realized for the first time how young and beautiful both of them were. They each paid the princess homage, by holding her hand briefly and laying a kiss on her palm, and when their foreheads also touched the sleeve of her dress the pearl´s enchantment was further stimulated.

Horacio ignored them, and headed towards the front row at the chapel. So often Liandra sat there, on his lap or at his feet. "Take a seatt. Is that Nocternia issue the problem?" The princess found herself yearning for the conversation, but also for much more.