Okabe
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- Joined
- May 6, 2013
A lot of people were now envious of William. Two years ago his father managed to marry a ruling Queen, Andrea. It was surprising, as their family was noble, but impoverished. William still did not know all the details of that alliance. But he almost instantly enjoyed the benefits. The main one being receving a good education, that was meant to make him the leading general of the Kingdom’s army. And if the queen would die childless, he would have a good claim to the throne. That changed his character. He once was polite, and humble. But now, as a Prince, his vanity grew. Younger, he had a charming smiling face. But now he was a stern young man, working hard to be worthy of his rank.
His royal parents seemed happy. It looked like one of the rare occurrences of a loving marriage. Even in public, they would show signs of affection. At first William was very happy for his father and his new mother. For some months he was happy, as was the whole court. Andrea was nice to him, and his father,now King consort ensured that William had everything he needed, wanting to share his happiness with his only family.
The Prince had been given a room right next to the Royal quarters. The rooms of important people were always close to each other, because a lot of important, official and unofficial business was made at night. People needed to be able to discreetly walk from one room from another. But that room’s location was now the bane of William’s life.
Against his wishes, he learnt how intense was the King and Queen’s sexual life. Almost every night, he could hear loud moans coming from the next room. William felt it was like his dear mother wanted make him know how much she enjoyed his father. At first he was benevolent, thinking they were just enjoying the first months of their wedding. But when that became an habit, his good will dissapeared. Himself spent his time working out, learning military matters so to become the man he should be. Meanwhile, he father spent his whole nights fucking a gorgeous women. That old man made one of the most powerful women of the world cry out his name every night.
One particularly loud day, William decided to intervene. He walked towards his parents rooms. But then he noticed the door was opened. And saw her. The queen. She had lost a great deal of her regal dignity. She was just a slut. Or at least that how William, who started to become keen on etiquette, saw her. Disgusted, he left to his room and went back to his bed, trying to fall asleep.
That night was the eve of his father’s departure. Diplomatic matters obliged him to leave the castle for about a week. Normally William would have been happy because of the better sleep. But he couldn’t find inner peace. He still thought about the image of the queen getting fucked from behind by his father. He was jealous. It should be him that get the women and the power, not his lazy father. For two days he spent the nights awake in his bed. By the third night it had become impossible to endure. He imagined his mother calmly sleeping in her room, while he was here powerless. But no. He was sure he was as good a man as his father. And he would show it. It was his name that the queen would start yelling.
Without really realising what he was doing to do, he went to the Queen’s chambers. After knocking at the door, he announced himself.
«Majesty ? It’s me, William. I must talk with you. An urgent matter that can’t wait for tomorrow.»
His royal parents seemed happy. It looked like one of the rare occurrences of a loving marriage. Even in public, they would show signs of affection. At first William was very happy for his father and his new mother. For some months he was happy, as was the whole court. Andrea was nice to him, and his father,now King consort ensured that William had everything he needed, wanting to share his happiness with his only family.
The Prince had been given a room right next to the Royal quarters. The rooms of important people were always close to each other, because a lot of important, official and unofficial business was made at night. People needed to be able to discreetly walk from one room from another. But that room’s location was now the bane of William’s life.
Against his wishes, he learnt how intense was the King and Queen’s sexual life. Almost every night, he could hear loud moans coming from the next room. William felt it was like his dear mother wanted make him know how much she enjoyed his father. At first he was benevolent, thinking they were just enjoying the first months of their wedding. But when that became an habit, his good will dissapeared. Himself spent his time working out, learning military matters so to become the man he should be. Meanwhile, he father spent his whole nights fucking a gorgeous women. That old man made one of the most powerful women of the world cry out his name every night.
One particularly loud day, William decided to intervene. He walked towards his parents rooms. But then he noticed the door was opened. And saw her. The queen. She had lost a great deal of her regal dignity. She was just a slut. Or at least that how William, who started to become keen on etiquette, saw her. Disgusted, he left to his room and went back to his bed, trying to fall asleep.
That night was the eve of his father’s departure. Diplomatic matters obliged him to leave the castle for about a week. Normally William would have been happy because of the better sleep. But he couldn’t find inner peace. He still thought about the image of the queen getting fucked from behind by his father. He was jealous. It should be him that get the women and the power, not his lazy father. For two days he spent the nights awake in his bed. By the third night it had become impossible to endure. He imagined his mother calmly sleeping in her room, while he was here powerless. But no. He was sure he was as good a man as his father. And he would show it. It was his name that the queen would start yelling.
Without really realising what he was doing to do, he went to the Queen’s chambers. After knocking at the door, he announced himself.
«Majesty ? It’s me, William. I must talk with you. An urgent matter that can’t wait for tomorrow.»