Her Royal Highness: An Erotic Romance [Closed]

Alrighty. I’m starting a new thread—set in 1300s or so—about Princess Emilie whose country and palace is invaded by the prince of a neighboring country. I want it to be Romance centric, with focus on developing plot and back-story, but also retain a very “erotic fairy tale” feel to it.

Princess Emilie: Twenty years old, the only daughter of King Gerald, she is every bit the sheltered, innocent princess. Her ebony hair falls around her heart-shaped face with bright blue eyes, thick dark lashes and rosy bee-stung pout. She looks like an innocent angel, ethereal, delicate. Yet, her bedroom eyes hold a strong sensual appeal. Having spent her entire life sheltered from the intimate ways of men and women, she remains ignorant of the dark, animalistic desires her fragile beauty inspires in the heart of the hardened warriors surrounding her.

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Prince Dravin: Twenty-eight years old, the future king of one of the most powerful nations in medieval Europe. He is an accomplished warrior and very respected by all of his men. Because of his military success, he has earned a reputation as cold, calculated, and fearsome. He allows the reputation to continue because it encourages his success, but in truth he is a fair and compassionate ruler. He invaded King Gerald’s (Emilie's father) country out of concern that the King was allowing the exploitation of the lower class. He is tall and unbelievably handsome, every bit the alpha male.

Dravin:
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Summary: Prince Dravin invades the palace—quickly taking control of the country with minimal bloodshed—but fails to capture King Gerald, who fled. Thinking only of his own safety, Gerald left Emilie behind to fend for herself. Knowing she would likely be used as leverage if her identity were to be discovered, she pretends to be a lady in waiting, which allows her to retain her position as a noble while remaining safe. Dravin’s soldiers, immediately recognizing Emilie as one of the most beautiful women they’ve ever seen, drug her and bring her to the prince, offering him his due as their leader. Dravin is immediately and overwhelming attracted to her, and knows immediately that he has to have her. Because he believes she is a lady in waiting (who are known for their romantic encounters) he believes her to be experienced, and sets out to seduce her. The attraction between them is enormous, but misunderstandings between them—and the fact that neither of them want to fall in love—continue to complicate their courtship.



IC:

Emilie raced through the hallways of the castle, trying desperately to evade the soldiers currently attacking from all angles. She’d taken care to remove her crown and jewels and hoped she could now pass for one of her Ladies in Waiting. She knew that if she were to be captured, she had to prevent her enemy from discovering her true identity. If he did, her life would be over.

Her slipper caught on the uneven floor and she felt herself tumble to the ground. “Ah!”

Her hair had now fallen from its intricate up-do and fell loosely around her shoulders. Her soft palms were scraped and dirt smudged across her pink cheek. Footsteps sounded behind her and she quickly pulled herself back to her feet—now running blindly from the men behind her.

She made it about thirty feet before she felt a hand fist in her hair and drag her to the floor. She cried out in pain, but the sound was quickly muffled by a rag covering her mouth. Within seconds, everything faded to black.

Drevin sat on his chair, high above his officers, conspicuously, but intentionally kingly. He wanted them to think of him as their king, as God's own anointed. One day he would wear the crown, and he acted like it.

He looked at this specimen that his men had brought before him. Where had they found her? Wandering around around the castle halls was it? Curious place to find a lady in waiting, especially during a time of war.

There she lay, with her mouth open, her soft eyes closed to the room around her. He stood over her and considered her. She was lovely. Much lovelier than any lady in waiting he'd ever encountered. She almost had a regal air about her. Curious.

Drevin stood up, his armor shining in the light through the stained glass windows. He'd have to have those removed. Images of the king, the coward, in full red regalia, fighting his enemies.

“Take her to my new chambers,” he ordered to two men standing by the door, pikes in their hands.

The men immediately bounced into action for their leader, picking up the young woman and letting her long white garments trail about her to the floor.

Drevin leaned over her form as she lay limp in the men's arms. He took his thick, battle-hardened thumb and wiped the soot from her soft cheek.

“Inform me when she wakes.”

Though Dravin’s men were disciplined and well trained, as well as fiercely loyal to their prince, it had been a long time since any of them had seen a woman, let alone one as beautiful as Emilie. There were four men escorting her to Dravin’s chambers—one to carry her and three to ensure her safety. The man who held her was Dravin’s second in command, General Gereux. He was a large and terrifying man. He was as strong and physically powerful as Dravin, but he lacked the prince’s underlying goodness, and was currently taking advantage of his chance to touch an unconscious, unresisting young woman. He was subtle in his attempts, though, and strove to make his touches look like accidents to his fellow soldiers. He let the hand that supported Emilie’s back to slide up and brush her breasts, and held her face tucked intimately into his neck.

The soon reached the royal bedchambers, those which had previously belonged to the various reigning kings of the land. The General reluctantly deposited the princess on the lush bedspread, taking a moment to slide his hands along the length of her slender form. Emilie stirred in her sleep and let out a distressed moan, but quickly fell back into unconsciousness. Uncomfortable, but knowing it was his duty to remind the General of his place, a young soldier named Marcus cleared his throat and said—as casually as possible—“His Highness has taken a liking to her, whoever she is. One of us best guard her door to be sure nothing happens to her in his absence.”

A grunt from the General was his only reply, at first, until Gereux said gruffly, “I’ll take the first shift. Shouldn’t be long til His Highness arrives.” When the three soldiers hesitated, he said stiffly, “You’re dismissed.” The three left and Gereux took his spot outside the bedroom door.

Inside the bedchamber, Emilie was slowly stirring, being drawn toward consciousness by low voices and a vague sense of danger. She blinked open her big blue eyes and took a moment to get her bearings. She was in her father’s bedchamber, that she knew. What she didn’t know was how she got there. Her brow knitted as she tried to remember.

Oh, no. She shot straight up in bed as the memories came back to her, and tried to ignore her slight sense of wooziness. Hearing the foreign army approach, searching desperately for her father—frightened when she couldn’t find him—and then the terrifying realization that he had abandoned her and left her to fend for herself.

Oh, Papa. How could you?

She ignored the panic welling in her chest and she rose quickly from the bed and started searching for a means of escape. There would be a guard at the door, she knew that for sure, but there had to be another way out. She bustled around the room, searching everywhere for an open window, a secret passageway, anything.

She had to get out. Her life depended on it.