Chapter 7 Has The Prince Slept With You?

• Anastasia
• I have done more than enough since I got to the palace. One: Staring at the Prince right in the eye, a forbidden act. Two: Well, I have been staring at his cock as though it’s some fine art. Well done Anastasia! You have done a lot of staring since you got to this palace and now you are summoned! "You called for me, your majesty." I kneel in reverence as I bow my head before the Queen, showing the utmost respect and admiration for her noble stature. My heart swells with a deep sense of pride as I am humbled by her presence.
• She stares at me with piercing eyes, her gaze cutting right through my soul. I have a premonition that this isn't going to end well, but somehow I know that it never does. Her expression is a warning of the tumultuous storm ahead, and I fear there's nothing I can do to stop it.
• "Sit." She thrusts her gnarled hand towards me, motioning for me to sit on the chair. I slowly make my way over, my heart pounding in my chest as I feel her eyes bore into me. I cower into the seat, keeping my gaze low as I brace myself for whatever torturous words she may utter.
• "I believe the Prince has been summoning you to take his bath and clean his chamber." She says.
• "Yes, Your Majesty," I answered, and she beamed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She fidgeted in her seat, barely able to contain her excitement as a flush of warmth crept across her cheeks.
• "Has he touched you?" She queried me, but the question was so puzzling that it felt like my brain had suddenly turned to mush. Touch me, how? She wanted an answer, but I didn't know what she was asking me.
• My skin prickled as I nervously held her gaze, my mind racing in confusion as I tried to comprehend her question. She seemed to sense my bewilderment and spoke again, her voice rising with a hint of impatience.
• "Has the prince slept with you?" My eyes widened as her words flew from her mouth, but she didn’t seem concerned; it was like all she wanted to know was that the prince was having sex. Has the prince haven’t had sex before?
• Shit!
• I fight the urge to break out into a cold sweat, knowing that I should not be thinking such scandalous thoughts at this moment. They say he's over 30 years old, but is it even possible for a man of that age to still be a virgin? My mind races with the thought as icy fear and disbelief wash over me.
• I quickly brushed every dirty thought out of my head and answered the queen, "No, Your Majesty."
• Her face crumples as she looks at me, disappointment etched into every crease of her features. But why? Is it because the prince refused to have sex with me, or because he's never had sex before? The air around us is charged with unspoken emotions, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. It's as if the tension between us could ignite at any moment, setting everything ablaze.
• My mouth opens, forming the question that will either reveal the truth of the issue at hand or bring me shame and humiliation. I brace myself for a shout of rage from the queen, knowing that, at the very least, she'll have me thrown out of the palace for my impudence. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I take a deep breath, steeling myself against what may follow. Fearfully, I utter the question that may decide my fate. "Your majesty, if I may?" I say.
• "Go on," she answered.
• "Are you suggesting that the prince hasn't touched a woman before?" I bite my tongue to fight back a stream of profanity that threatens to escape my lips. How could I ask such a delicate question with all the politeness it requires? My curiosity burned, desperate to know if the man had ever fucked a woman before.
• "I believe so; I have never seen him with a woman before." As a smirk threatened to form on my lips, I quickly choked it down. Certainly, this situation wasn't any of my business, but just the thought that the most feared man in the kingdom had never touched a woman brought a flicker of surprise. Is that why he's always putting on a stoic face?
• But something doesn't seem quite right; the prince looks like he has been having sex for a very long time. Not that I have evidence to support my suspicions, but the way he talks, it seems like… Argh Forget it, Ana. Maybe he hasn't touched a woman after all.
• "And let this never be heard." I nodded my head. "You may leave." I jumped up from the chair, my vision blurring as I envisioned the man I had seen twice unclothed. He strode with a maddening swagger of pride. How can it be possible? How come he's a virgin?
• I stepped out of the queen's chamber with my head spinning. I had a lot of questions in my head. This morning, the prince seemed unfazed by my presence as I stared at him in disbelief. The man even offered to let me touch it. Part of me was intrigued by his blatant invitation for me to touch his member, yet there was another part that was disgusted and outraged by his audacity. I could not truly decide what I wanted to do in that moment, so instead I chose to walk away.
• As I trudged down the hallway, my heart racing in anticipation, I came across the prince and his trusty advisor. Without thinking, I lowered my head, only to find myself locked in an intense gaze with the prince of Avalon. His piercing eyes sent a chill down my spine as I bowed my head even lower, knowing well that I had broken every rule of etiquette.
• Shock and terror rushed through my veins as I realized what I had done. It is forbidden to look upon the royal family, yet there I was, staring straight into the prince's eyes—not just once, but so many times—but something drew me in and I would not let go. My vision blurred, and a trance came over me, unable to look away from the prince's eyes, which revealed more than just his face. Twice, or more actually, I dared to take a glimpse of his royal manhood, even now with such clarity that I could see his raging cock beneath his fine garments. The magnitude of my crime weighed heavy on my shoulders as I awaited my punishment.
• A menacing voice hisses out a warning, "Tread lightly! Don't you know it's forbidden to look upon a member of the royal family with such disrespectful eyes?"
• Disrespectful eyes?
• If anything, I was just staring at the man whose mother thinks he's a virgin. A chill sweeps through the air as the speaker's words remain hanging in the air, daring anyone present to challenge them. That was from the prince's right hand. The man glared at me with such intensity that I could feel my heart stop. My knees buckled as I bowed my head in shame and apologized profusely, hoping it would be enough to appease him.
• My lips move, but no words come out as I resist the urge to look away from the prince's piercing gaze. A tremor of fear runs through my body, and my limbs quiver in an effort to stand strong. I have sweat beads on my forehead as I struggle to comprehend what is wrong with me. The intensity of his gaze freezes me where I stand and begs the question: What will become of me? Finally, I managed to say, "Sorry." I say, but still, I raise my head to hold the prince's gaze.
• What the fuck is wrong with me?