Brown Skin - Timaira Smith (books to read in your 30s txt) 📗

my parents told me, is that they bring people together, they warm hearts and create love all around them. Do not lose hope, surely you are not the only woman that got caught up in the rush of court. I will see to it that you and your unborn child gets the care and hospitality needed. Does my sister know of your condition?"

"No my lord, and to be honest I am frightened to tell her. I am afraid she will dismiss me, and this is the only job I have had all my life. But I am aware, that even if I do not tell her, my condition shows well. Please have mercy on me, your majesty. I know you are not your sister, but you have power to protect me from her. I swear to you I will never complain nor disappoint you or any of your court again." She got down on her knees and held the king's hands.

"My sister is a bit frightening...I understand your worry. But worry not, I will make sure you stay here, as long as you remain of good service to her, and a good friend to my lover... you are safe." He helped her up. "Now go and see that my sister has her many trunks and things unpacked. Do your job as if there was nothing wrong. If she curses you, report it to me and I will tell her of my promise to you, she may not like it but as I am a king she has to succumb. Edwina..will be there soon." Macy bowed and left at once, closing the door behind her. Alone again the King wrapped Lillian in his arms and kissed her lips vigorously and Lillian allowed him to, reaching up and grabbing the hair on the back of his neck. After a few moments they stopped, breathless.

"My love, I must admit something to you."

"Yes Lily? Tell me what is on your heart." Lillian blushed, he just recently started calling her Lily, and she loved it. It reminds her of her mother, for that is what she called her as well.

"It took....God's miraculous power itself..to stop me from giving myself to you last night." The king laughed.

"I must admit something to you as well, that feeling is mutual. God knows I wanted to make love to you last night, everything was there. And what set it off was you telling me that you loved me. Finally! I cannot tell you how long I have waited for those words, and to finally have them...along with your heart...."He held tight on to her, allowing her to feel hardness against her stomach. He moaned in her ear. Lillian shivered at the sound, she loved how heartfelt he was. The wish to just do what both of their bodies wanted them to do was almost to great to bear. Lillian held on to his chest, softly kissing it through his nightshirt. King Troy put his hands on the back of her head softly, taking breathless breaths into her hair. Lillian put her hands on his chest and massaged it lightly. She looked up to see him overwhelmed with passion. She squirmed at her own feel of it. She stopped and stepped back.

"I guess I should go do my job as well, for I must be a lady in waiting before a lover...." She looked sadly into his eyes. He, after finally catching his breath bent down to kiss her on her forehead.

"It will not soon be like that my love. You wait and see." He grabbed her left hand and played with her fourth finger. Lillian sighed.

"I wish it so, my love, I wish it so." She stood on her tip-toes to kiss him on his cheek one last time before leaving out the room to follow Macy. The King stood still and watched her go. When she was gone he looked over her room, replaying last night in his head. Majestic flew in the room and sat at her usual perch on Lillian's bathtub. She happily Ca-cawed once looking at the king. He smiled and sighed, before leaving the room.

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Rebecca straightened up the straps on her shoulders. Whipping her hair she quickly tied it back up into a tight ponytail. She watched the men walk out of the meeting room, all looking at her with satisfactory smiles. Sir Thomas walked behind her, putting his hands on her hips and pressing his lips on the side of her face. He traced the lining of her jaw with his top lip. "You will do well with the king, my lady. You are the queen of seductresses. You just show him what you showed me, and he is yours." He pulled her back on him, smelling her hair one more time. Rebecca grinned when she felt him pressing on her backside. She purred with satisfaction of herself. She turned around and caressed the back of his ear, He growled with lust. She kissed him with fury, he left spit falling out her mouth, wetting her chin with saliva. He grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, her head was forced back. He looked her in her eyes. "You watch yourself Rebecca, when the king names you the queen, you better save some of those beautiful lips and crevices for me. Or I will expose your little secret to the king." Rebecca looked in his eyes, she saw a fire. She laughed and grabbed his hands off of her hair and straightened herself up again.

"Oh Thomas, you have too much confidence, you have had your piece of me, I must save some for the king."

"Of course of course, but many of us in that room have not had such a good uh....piece in a long time and my my you are so talented.

"As are you Thomas, but you are no king. I need someone younger for a change, I am sick of entertaining older men, I am twenty four years old, past the marital age. I need something greater than such a small....." Rebecca slid her hand down to his crotch and squeezed her hand. Thomas thrusted his hips and threw her against the wall. Rebecca growled and closed her eyes.

"What is going on here?!" Thomas stepped backwards and turned towards the hallway.

"Your majesty!" He bowed quickly. "Lady Rebecca had...a...a piece of food lodged in her throat and I was just trying to get it out." He lied. King Troy looked back and forth at him and then her and stood up tall.

"Are you alright Rebecca?" He asked after moments in quiet. Rebecca fixed her appearance and put on her usual fakeness.

"Oh yes my lord, I am fine now, I thank you for being worried so. You are such a fine king, such a gentleman." She leaned on his arm and blowed cold air on his face. Secretly the king was repulsed by such a lewd action, he hated to be felt on so randomly, it made him feel uncomfortable. Her hands were nothing like Lillian's, Lillian possessed a touch that made King Troy shiver and moan. It was warm to the touch with purity and love coming from them. Rebecca's hands were cold and evil with nothing but lust and cruel ambitions firing from them.

"Well thank you. Thomas I have been looking for you, I need to speak with you. Rebecca, my sister, your mistress is back from her stay. go up and tend to her will you?" The King gently grabbed her and pushed her off of him. Rebecca wiped the grin off her face and confusedly walked away. She glanced back at the king and Thomas, watching the king change his demeanor and look excitedly at Thomas. She picked up her skirts and began to run up the stairs.

"Thomas, I have a crazy idea that I must run by you, for I trust you." King Troy opened the door to the meeting room and signaled for Thomas to follow him. Thomas rolled his eyes as soon the king turned his back. He walked back in the meeting room and closed the door. He began to sit down in one of the chairs but the king began to speak immediately. "I have found the answer to our prayers, especially mine. But I must console someone of it..." Then the king began to think. He forgot about the law, how they expect him to marry a woman of royalty. He stopped smiling and turned to look at the grand fireplace that never seemed to not light. He stared into the flames that he know so well. And suddenly he saw visions. He saw him...and Lillian, in all white, her eyes sparkling, and looking at him. Then visions that stopped his heart, he saw her wrapping her naked arms around him and clutching onto his bare back. Him laying on top of her and him throwing his head backwards with an open mouth. A white sheet covered their hips and he saw her hand grab the sheet and squeeze it. The sight of her facial expressions sent his heart racing. He saw them both sit up and embrace each other with tears in their eyes, she sat back and looked into his eyes, smiling her gorgeous smile, and mouth the words, I....Love...You...Troy...His eyes watered he wanted that, he wanted that so bad that his very cells vibrated. He threw himself backwards and broke down the door he ran down the hall and bolted up the stairs.

"My lord! My Lord" Thomas ran after him but stopped in the hall. "What has gotten into him?! What was he talking about? It better not be nothing about that black wench. Maybe with the Duchess back, she would be too busy to tend to the king. I think I will speak to the Duchess..." Thomas snickered evilly. Do Not Pluck Her Feathers

"Grab my trunk, will you kind sir? Oh over there, I am ordering a new wardrobe area to put that in, just keep it there for now. Oh move it you weak man, tis not that heavy!" The once quiet halls of the Stawery Manor were now filled with men and women moving trunks and things into one of the grand bedrooms of the kingdom. In the middle of it all stood a plump yet tightly sewed up woman, playing with her nails unnerved by the amount commotion was around her. She watched over the crowd like a hawk, her nose turned up like a true stubborn woman of royalty. "Teresa, go and prepare me a bath, I am exhausted, it was such a tedious trip. Victoria tell the cooks that me and my husband are starved and to not take a lifetime preparing this time." Lillian peeked around a corner, she knew with her luck she would surely cause a mess. She watched Duchess Mary stand and command, wondering how on earth could this woman be related to the