You stay true

Frustrated, you move to the door to close it. You think better on your first instinct to slam it closed in anger, realizing that would indicate to the dear princess that it been open. Of the list of things she is not, an exhibitionist is promptly on the list as well. Gingerly securing the door, you turn and see that Trevolia is none the wiser, which grants you some relief. You lay flat on your back, trying to let your emotions subside so you can rest.

Some emotions are easier to let go of than others. In the calm quiet of the night, you have to realize that youre as angry with yourself as you are with Joan, for being so hard for her. Her provacative display did the trick, and you remember distinctly how good it was to fuck her before. You remind yourself that was a one-time event, advanced payment for services rendered. You wonder how long you can handle being around this nexus of guilt and seduction before you either surrender, or confess, as the case might be.

At least one more night, you tell yourself, as you grab the blankets from the floor and cover Trevolia in them before retiring to bed yourself. You take deep breaths as you center yourself, and remember how and why you're in this mess in the first place. You love the princess, to the point that you were willing to risk both of your lives. If you were going to forsake her for the first bit of something else you could get, you could have let the Princess get sent off to whatever fate awaited her,and enjoy the rest of your life of luxury while having the Queen, Joan, and likely any number of other women had you chosen.

You turn to your side and move towards the lovely princess. Scooting towards her, you wrap your arm around her stomach, as you press the rest of your body against her. Your cock, still covered in her juices and still partially hard, is comforted by being pushed against her soft skin. Resting your head in her blonde hair, it's lost the lovely fragrance that the life of nobility once provided, but it was still a great sensation to be here with her. You don't have to hide this, you don't have to pretend that this isn't going on.

If you have to give up a few things and perhaps even measure your expectations or desires to make this work, you're more than willing to do that. Maybe she'll come around, you tell yourself. With time and the right circumstances, who knows what Trevolia will warm up to.

That's all a concern for later. For now, you try to let your mind and body rest.