The Bastard Prince

Side-by-side under the covers the two heirs to the Gerard Barony lay in a state of shock and fear. In her heart, Christine knew that the only **** in the area with the men and training to take her father's castle was the very man who had come with offers of peace. What had gone so terribly wrong that Prince Henry would betray all tradition and holy conventions and turn on his host? The man had no honour at all!

As she listened fearfully to the sounds of **** fighting just outside her door, she felt embarrassed at the anger she had been harboring against her father. She should have realized that a man as experienced in diplomacy and court intrigue as her father must have known how precarious their situation was. Not that it mattered now. The sounds of combat ended as suddenly as it started, and the voice Christine dreaded the most suddenly cut through the silence.

"Get those bodies out of here." Prince Henry's voice was muted by the heavy door, but he was loud enough that she could hear. The coarse tone gave no indication that he felt any sympathy for the brave men who gave their lives to defend her.

"Get dressed, Erik." She threw back the covers and pushed her brother to the floor. "Quickly!" As Erik pulled on his leggings, and tunic over his nightshirt. She was acutely aware of her lack of clothing too. She could hardly be seen by a man wearing only her sleeveless silk nightgown that ended well above her knees.

Unfortunately, because Erik was sleeping in the room with her, none of her ladies-in-waiting were here to help her dress. From the impatient sounds outside the door, Christine very much doubted she would have had time to put on a dress in any event so she found her robe and tightened the belt around her slender waist. The heavy velvet robe covered her from neck to toe and she thought she was ready for what was to come, but when Prince Henry pounded on her door, she let out a small 'squeak' of surprise all the same.

"Open the door, my pretty little angel." Henry's tone had softened into what he might think of as courteous and seductive, but Christine could still picture the man's lecherous leer as he studied her maidenly curves. She knew little of the ways of men, but she had heard whispered rumors of the prince's appetites and was sure that she did not want this man in her private bedchambers.

"Who is there?" She asked innocently as she cast about the chambers for some means of escape. The only weapon in the room was the silver wrapped dagger brought all the way from the holy land fashioned in the Damascus manner. As fine a blade as it was, it would be of little use against a warrior like the Bastard Prince. If fighting was not an option, perhaps she could stall for time? There was no longer any pretense of gentility when Henry pounded on the door again.

"Open the door, pet, and I'll be gentle your first time." It was exactly as she feared, Prince Henry had come to her rooms to claim her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Her gaze fell upon the small brown vial that held Erik's sleeping drops. The apothecary had warned her that she must not ever give the lad more than two drops, as too much of the elixir could kill. Before she had a chance to consider that drastic option, the Bastard Prince who apparently had as little patience as she heard, was pounding again on her door.

"Open the God-Damned door, Bitch, or I'll fuck each of your lovely holes until they bleed." Prince Henry found himself actually hoping that he'd have to use an ax to break down the door, the thought of someone as delicate and chaste as Christine Gerard squealing like a rabbit as he took her ass, made his cock ache. A look at the three bloody men by his side gave him an idea how to **** the pure girl to the point that no man would ever want her.

"Open this door now," he threatened, "or it will not only be me that gets to sample your sweet flesh. I'll let each and every one of my men fuck that tight little pussy of yours after I've finished." His men exchanged evil grins at their lord's promise. This would not be the first time he shared the spoils of war with them, but it would be the first time that the girl would be as pretty and sweet as the young mistress of the Gerard Castle.

Henry's threat shook Christine to her core, she would rather die than suffer a fate like that. She emptied the entire small bottle into the wine glass and splashed in a healthy measure of wine to mask the concoction's bitter bite. To take her life was a mortal sin, and she would be condemning her soul to hell, but better to trust her soul to the mercy of the Blessed Mother than fall into the hands of a man like Black Prince Henry.

She would wait. Christine decided as she set down the goblet on the bedside table and moved to the door. Wait until there was no other option, but she would rather die than let Prince Henry use her in that way.