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Authors: Eliza Degaulle

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I closed my eyes not wanting to see this. I wished for sudden death for me. What could he have possibly hoped to do other than mocking me by lying to me that anyone could ever love me?

More footsteps. "My heart, my desires, my soul has never been so sure of anything. In matters like this, the heart is what you listen to.

Eyes still shut, I felt hands close around my own. They were Leon's. I opened my eyes, and he had passed Delia entirely. He stood tall in front of me, and gestured for me to stand.

I swallowed. "What - what are you doing?"

"Beatrice Fields," he said, loudly, "I wish for you to be my partner, my princess, my queen."

My body shut down in absolute and complete shock right there.

"What are you doing Leon?" A German voice spoke up, in high enough volume only for us to hear it. "You know the law. You can't marry foreigners."

Nadya stood, as shocked as I was. She wasn't alone. Delia was shocked at being overlooked, and my two friends were silent. It's not every day your best buddy is proposed to by a prince.

Leon was the only one coherent. So he spoke, loud, for the capital to hear. "Beatrice Fields is an American. This raises concerns about the law passed fifty years ago - The Dolotovya Purity Act. It insisted that the royal family had to find their love within our borders."

My brain started to work again, but I was still just so overwhelmed. What do I say? Do I say anything?

"The Act was passed yes, by vote of the parliament. Before my father ascended to the throne. By Dolotovyan tradition, when he died a tragic death when I was only ten years old, the crown passed to his brother due to my young age."

Nadya raised an eyebrow.

Leon simply kept up the history. "My Uncle. He never produced a child with his wife - Nadya, who is with me today."

"What does this have to do with Alek, Leon?"

Leon simply raised a hand. "My father was a good man. He wanted what was best for his family, including his brother. For his sister-in-law."

The crowd was entranced, hanging onto his, or the interpreter’s, every word. All through his speech, his eyes never left mine. His hands held me steady.

"For Crown Princess Nadya had a secret that would bring scandal to the family, and cause much heartache."

Nadya ran up behind Leon and pulled his arm. "You can't tell them that, Leon. You can't."

He spoke lowly to his aunt. "Don't worry, Teya. I mean no harm."

"You can't tell them. I've worked too hard to keep it a secret, Leon."

Leon took a deep breath, before resuming his speech. "Princess Nadya is not of Dolotovyan birth. She was born in Germany."

A stunned silence washed over the crowd.

"My Uncle Alek - he loved her so much. He was going to relinquish his family name for her. Even as the law said they could not wed, they could not be separated. So they lied. Secretly, Nadya was said to be a native born Dolotovyan, born in a tiny village without a name or the ability to produce birth certificates."

"What on earth are you doing, Leon?" There were tears in Nadya's eyes. For the first time, since he began, he broke from me to comfort his aunt.

"My father foresaw that this could potentially become an issue as his brother would be next in line," Leon said. He took a moment of silence. I assumed he had only warm memories of his father. "On his deathbed, he made one last edict to prevent potential heartache."

Nadya was sobbing, murmuring in German. "My life is ruined, there going to kick me
out of the country."

Leon stared up into the sky, and spoke loudly. "Quietly, he repealed the Dolotovyan Purity Act. He demanded that the royal family be allowed to love anyone they pleased."

Gears started to turn in my head. This wasn't just about Nadya. This was about something else entirely.

Tears formed in my eyes.

"I apologize to Delia Barlec, she is a wonderful woman, but my heart rests elsewhere. I apologize to my love, Beatrice. I'm sorry it took me so long to find to the document that proved you could be my queen."

"You - you mean - " I stuttered.

"When I first saw you, I was infatuated by you. You were exotic. As I learned more though, my desire to have you only grew more. I wanted to have you - in the flesh, and in the mind, and in the soul. You are the woman I want to rule by. I want your idealism to guide Dolotovya to the future."

My heart was about to tear out of my chest. I dreamed of this, that one day a guy would ask me to be his. This was well and beyond that.

"Beatrice, if you would forgive me for my failures, please take this." Out of his pocket he produced a fine velvet box. Within was a glorious diamond adorned on a golden band. He dropped to his knee, and presented it to me.

"Ohmigod, Ohmigod!" Jess exclaimed, feet away from this.

"The whole country is watching us, Beatrice. If you will not forgive me, you can break my heart in front of the whole country. I am ready for your verdict. Will you marry me?"

Less than five minutes ago, I was cursing his name under my breath. It's said when you feel so strongly about someone, though, hate and love aren't that far from each other.

Every eye was set on me at that moment. The crowd of Dolotovyans, my friends, and even Nadya who was wiping her tears up in relief.

"Will you, Beatrice?" Leon asked once more.

My mouth was wide open. I had to fight hard to speak. "Yes! I will!"

The ring was swiftly slid on my finger and he picked me up, swinging me around in sheer joy. Nothing else mattered except me and him.

As the interpreter translated, the crowd cheered. They were all a blur in the spin of bliss.

Finally he stopped, me slightly dizzy. He then plunged his tongue into mine and I shared a blissful kiss with him, my mind exploding with wonderful thoughts of what's happening and what is to come.

The deep kiss broke. "Apologies. A man swinging his woman after a confirmed engagement is simply Dolotovyan tradition."

I blushed wildly - and suddenly realized a secret of my own wasn't so shameful.

Grabbing him by the hair, I brought his ears to my mouth. "I'm pregnant."

Joy claimed him. I was swung once again.

Finally, he pulled me close and stroked my hair. "I guess, then, we will have a wedding - and shortly after, a coronation."

The cheering continued as the float began to make it's way back to the palace.

Never once did our embrace break during the trip.

 

 

***

 

 

Through the doors of the palace, neither of us cared what was going on with Nadya or my friends. There was only us at this moment. If they wanted a show, they could have had it for all I cared.

Leon, though, was a bit less flustered. He took me to the master bedroom of the palace, and dropped me gently on the bed. He closed and locked the door - no exhibitionism in front of my friends tonight.

I kicked off my heels, pushed myself up on the bed, holding myself up on the back of my elbows, my eyes heavy with desire for him.

Leon removed his tie, slowly approaching. "My dream that night came true."

"That would be?"

"That you were lying and it wasn't completely safe. That there would be something to forever link me to you even if you left me."

All I could do was laugh. "You know what's stupid? I felt the exact same thing." The laughter stopped as I remembered. "All those months though, I've been filled with regret about it. As if I were used, an ignorant fool."

"Never feel that way again, Beatrice." He took off shirt, showing me what I had been missing over the past few months. "It brings me great shame that I once brought you pain. From this point forth, I dedicate my life to protect you from anything that would make you cry."

He was swift, on top of me, meeting me with a kiss once more. It was wonderful, being treated this way. Feeling like you could absolutely trust the person who you are with for anything. "This is love," I said softly, as my kiss broke.

"Yes. My heart knew it within a day of finding you. It was absurd doing all of that for a girl I had only known for two days - but if I ever let you go, I would have never forgiven myself."

Another kiss, his hand taking down the straps of my dress. He pulled it down off me.

Then he gently folded it and set it to the side. "Beauty deserves the utmost of respect. Although the person it was on was far more tempting that the dress itself."

He smirked, and gazed down at my body. Only in panties, he saw the small bump I was hiding. Leon placed a hand on it, and massaged it gently. I looked down at him. "This is what you need to take your place as king, right?"

"Hah. A nice bonus to having you. If I couldn't find my father's edict, I would have abdicated. Toss away a thousand years of legacy like nothing. I had to have you, no matter what the law said."

Leon's hands moved to my breasts, and squeezed them. They were already excited before hand. Every part of me was excited. It didn't mean I disliked the impulses emanating through my breasts as he sucked on them. The way he moved, there was a small part of me that wondered if other men could come anywhere near his expertise in treating me so well. After all, he was my first - and was to be my only.

I pushed the thoughts out of my head. It was insane to think anything could be better than the way he sucked on my breasts, and moved his hands down my flesh, awakening goosebumps all over me. His fingers slid into my panties, and pulled them down my legs.

Luxury surrounded me so completely. The softness of the blankets under me. I still couldn't believe that this was to be my life. A princess - and then a queen. I was nothing more than an aspiring American artist, and Americans don't become royalty. It was something rarer than a one and a million chance, yet it happened to me.

My eyes rolled back and savored the way he pressed delicately onto my clit, sparking everything through me. A light, knowing touch.

His kisses rolled down my body, enjoying the bump that was forming a bit much. It was his legacy - and if I learned anything about the Dolotovyan people, love and legacy were everything.

His mouth planted down onto my clit with a sudden and explosive lick. I moaned with excitement as he did so. He had eaten me before, and I was quickly reminded of how much I missed his tongue on top of everything else. He was an artist himself here, sliding his tongue around my labia, gentle nibbles on my clit. His tongue going as deep as it could inside me as it took the opportunity to fuck me with it. Leon had awakened my carnal passion in a way no man could ever hope to do. A quake gradually building within, my hands gripping the sheets so tightly. I moaned, welcoming the growing ascent to ecstasy.

I remembered what he did last time. He got me hot and bothered, wishing that he would make me come so hard on his tongue - then he stopped. He demanded that I come with him.

Tonight, though, that didn't seem to be the case. I tossed and turned, my ragged breath through my teeth. I tried to grab his head to brace myself, resist him for the greater reward.

I wasn't very good at it. I murmured in absolute delight as the power within me was going everywhere. He was bringing me to a whole new level of greatness with his tongue.

This was going to be the man I wanted to spend my life with. What on Earth did I do to deserve him?

I trembled all around him as one last strong suck on my clit was all I could take. A deep suck, taking in all of my juices. I moaned - loudly. I had no idea how thin the palace's walls were, and honestly, I didn't care.

The tsunami pounded over me again and again, leaving me breathless. He let it roam my body, not stopping in his worship until my voice gave out from singing his praises.

When he finally did, standing tall above me with a mischievous smirk on his face, I was helpless before him. "Wha - what happened to wanting to come with me?"

"I want you to be relaxed in the way only an orgasm can bring."

I pitifully raised an eyebrow.

"Last time we enjoyed one another's flesh, I told you I believed you to be a dirty girl underneath. There are many things I wish to show you, Beatrice."

He undid his belt, pushing his pants and boxer-briefs down, showing me his throbbing member, hungry for my flesh.

I gulped. "What things?"

"You are giving me an heir, so we don't have to worry about sticking to traditional manners. I have ideas that are currently illegal by Dolotovyan law."

Mischief guided the formation of my smile. "I'm intrigued."

He walked over to one of the ornate end tables, and opened the drawer. "Nadya would kill me for having this." It was a blue tube. My eyebrow never dropped as he squirted some on his fingers.

I ached so much and will still very much helpless, so I couldn't stop him from being the deviant he yearned to be with me.

Not that I would want to stop him.

He brought his fingers down to somewhere I didn't expect.

My asshole. The oil was touching me was a sudden coolness. It warmed up to my flesh quickly.

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