Flash Forward-Belizean Festival to honor Queen Anne II
Being handpicked by the Queen of England to sing and dance at her festival was every Princesses dream. No, scratch that, it was every little girl's dream. So why am I standing here shaking and quivering in fear that I will forget a lyric and or vomit all over my Guntiino? While I was trying to shake out my nerves, I could feel someone's eyes boring into my back. Unable to withstand the burn I turned in that direction, and there Prince Samuel James stood. He was unmistakable everyone knew that face -Royals and civilians alike. My eyes drop down to his feet panning upward slowly taking in every detail of his muscular physique, large hands, plump lips, and blonde hair. Finally, they settle on his emerald green eyes. Just as I was about to speak, I heard the announcer ending his introduction signaling me to the stage to perform my song selection. I turn abruptly whipping my curly locks in the process.
Puck was positioned at just the right angle to witness the sly yet obvious exchange between Prince Samuel James and Princess Mercedes, and he didn't like it. Privy to the Prince's reputation positioned Puck on edge. He wouldn't allow the young impressionable otherworldly beauty to succumb to Prince Samuel's prowess. Puck was desperate and determined to drive a permanent wedge between the unmistakable fires burning in their eyes. Unable to decipher if the reason for his adamant and affirmative decree stemmed from jealousy, duty to his Job, and or friendship with the beautiful woman, he reasoned his focus on anything else. Focusing too deeply on the answer to that line of questioning would not get him any closer to his desired end, so he decided to train his eye on the gorgeous Princess making her way to the stage.
Puck rendered his undivided attention to the trembling, nervous Princess as she made her way to the stage, zoning in on the sway of her ample hips, and slight bounce of her perfectly rounded bottom. She had the same effect on him each time he allowed himself to be pulled in by her swarming presence. His hands began to sweat, and little irritating, imaginary butterflies flutter inside his belly, fighting or whatever annoying things they wanted to do. He took a deep breath before forcing himself to admit the truth. Okay, I don't allow myself; these feelings are unintentional and completely inescapable, he thought. He wanted the feelings to go away; he had tried, was trying, and continues to try to get the feelings to vanish, yet they wouldn't. He needed to accept it was a losing battle, doomed to forever remain enchanted by the thought of Princess Mercedes. He had completely forgotten everything around him, including the Prince standing in the corner, and was now completely immersed in the young energetic stunning woman performing.
There's a boy I know, he's the one I dream of
Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above, mmmm
Oh I lose control, can't seem to get enough, uh huh
When I wake from dreaming, tell me is it really love, ooo
Sam's eyes followed every step, shake, and shimmy as Princess Mercedes made her way to the stage. He enjoyed the look and feel of her, but nothing could prepare him for hearing her live. He was already aroused by her beauty, and her voice did nothing to stop the uncomfortable feeling stirring inside his body. Sam had heard her sing via video a few times before, but it didn't compare to hearing her now. It seems as if she was more amazing with each lyric she sang.
Being her guard, Puck heard her on numerous occasions belting out those addictive notes and driving him completely mad. This performance was no different than the others. He was completely captivated by her stage presence.
How will I know (Don't trust your feelings)
How will I know
How will I know (Love can be deceiving)
How will I know
How will I know if he really loves me
They both had the same thought simultaneously. Each of them wanted nothing more than to be the guy she was singing about, and yet neither of them was a viable option at the time. Sam was set to marry the Spanish Princess Santana, and Puck was a member of Princess Mercedes's security detail. Feeling defeated they tried to pull their eyes away from her shapely body, but they each found it a task that neither could accomplish.
I say a prayer with every heartbeat
I fall in love whenever we meet
I'm asking you what you know about these things
How will I know if he's thinking of me
I try to phone but I'm too shy (can't speak)
Falling in love is so bittersweet
This love is strong why do I feel weak
Engrossed in the song Mercedes swayed seductively and unintentionally to and from side to side. Unaware of the effect she had on the men entrancingly watching and attentively noting every move she made physically and vocally.
Oh, wake me, I'm shaking, wish I had you near me now, uh huh
Said there's no mistaking, what I feel is really love, ooo tell me
Engulfed in the charismatic commanding persona that is Princess Mercedes neither guy knew how or when but only that it was essential to have her all to him. They had no idea how or when it would happen but held out hope that it would one day be true.
How will I know (Don't trust your feelings)
How will I know
How will I know (Love can be deceiving)
How will I know
Mercedes slid the palm of her hands slowly up the side of the microphone and grasped it firmly as she hit the note. She closed her eyes tight wondering if she would ever experience the intense uncertainty of love, and all the emotions she sang about in this song.
How will I know if he really loves me
I say a prayer with every heartbeat
I fall in love whenever we meet
I'm asking you what you know about these things
How will I know if he's thinking of me
I try to phone but I'm too shy (can't speak)
Falling in love is so bittersweet
This love is strong why do I feel weak
Believe it or not being a Princess wreaked havoc on her romantic life. The constant guards and fear of angering the Sultan kept many potential dalliances from knocking at the metaphorical door.
If he loves me, if he loves me not
If he loves me ooo, if he loves me not
If he loves me, if he loves me not
Opening her eyes, she skimmed the crowd wondering if the Prince had come out to watch the performance. The crowds were thick all in hopes of getting a better view of Queen Anne II. She knew that he should be in the section with the other royals, yet he was not there. Her mind began to wander back to their brief encounter remembering the connection she felt as they locked eyes for that fleeting moment. They had never been formally introduced, but she knew that would change shortly.
How will I know
How will I know
How will I know
Hey how will I know
How will I know
Knowing he was due to be sitting next to his mother, Sam tried his best to rectify the situation; however, he was glued to the position Mercedes had left him in. He had the perfect view and wasn't about to miss a moment of her performance.
How will I know if he really loves me
I say a prayer with every heartbeat
I fall in love whenever we meet
I'm asking you 'cause you know about these things
How will I know if he's thinking of me
I try to phone but I'm too shy (can't speak)
Falling in love is so bittersweet
This love is strong why do I feel weak
He found himself wishing the song could go on forever. A voice so sweet yet strong and wonderful was like a dream that anyone would gladly be committed to for eternity.
How will I know
How will I know
How will I know
How will I know, ooo
How will I know, how will I know, hey how will I know, how will I know
After the song ended Puck and Prince Sam exhaled and shot a glance across the room at each other; not lingering even a second, they swiftly brought their gaze back to Mercedes as her sister Princess Miski joined her on stage for the dance portion. Princess Miski was slightly shorter than Princess Mercedes standing in at 5'0, while Mercedes was 5'3. They both had deep rich chocolate smooth skin that looked as if it would definitely melt in your mouth. Princess Miski's hair consisted of medium-sized spiraled ringlets that cascaded down landing in the middle of her back, while Princess Mercedes had hair with smaller ringlets that were bra strap length. They each had ample hips and butt; however, Princess Mercedes simply had more booty, hips, and larger breasts. While each girl was attractive and beautiful, Princess Mercedes simply stole Sam's breath away.
Their eyes shot up to Princess Mercedes full luscious lips as she began to speak, "In keeping with the celebratory theme, my sister Princess Miski and I will be performing a Somali dance called Niiko. This particular dance is usually apart of weddings and other celebrations because of its fun and carefree dance theme." Princess Miski raised her mic up to her full equally luscious lips and began to speak, "The Sponsors are telling us it is time for a commercial break. All of you viewers at home as well as in the audience will get to see us perform after this short break. Thank you especially to all the viewers at home for tuning in."
Present Time
Hysterical servants scrambled busily about the castle halls in an effort to complete the many tasks set forth by the Queen. Tonight The Queen of England and her most trusted advisers will be having a dinner to give an important announcement to the Royal English family. It had been months since she announced her plan to abdicate the throne to her second born Prince Samuel James. Queen Anne II struggled immensely with her decision to step back and allow her son to fully realize his birthright. She had nagging concerns about his questionable behavior and quick temperament. However with rebels on her coattail time was running out. Queen Anne II weighed her options and came to the conclusion that this was not only the right decision but the only decision. She had consulted her advisers immediately to strategize about how best to present the news, not only to the family but to the world.
Talk of the Queen's demise had begun circulating the gossip chains locally and was quickly gaining attention on a larger scale. Although The Queen had not made any official announcement, there were several rumors as to when and why Queen Anne II had decided to step down allowing Prince Samuel to take over the reins. Only the Queen and her most trusted advisers knew the truth. Opinions were mixed on whether or not Prince Samuel James was ready to take on such an important and demanding role. The concerns varied from his whorish ways right down to his childish fits of rage. No matter the adviser's feelings towards the young prince taking over leadership everyone unanimously agreed it was the only way to solve the growing problem amidst the city. Queen Anne II knew there were rumors of overthrowing the government however she never thought the rebels were actually accumulating supporters, organizing small groups, recruiting and building an army right under her nose. Not knowing who to trust would be her pitfall. She had to keep her secrets closely guarded and well hidden from the threats within as well as the threats outside the castle walls.
Winter had arrived bringing about a hunger and thirst for comfort to Prince Samuel James. There were lines upon lines of young maidens ready and willing to have the opportunity to provide the comfort Prince Samuel James so desperately desired. They all had hopes of becoming the next Queen of England and/or receiving lands and titles. He wondered why they hadn't wised up. He had plenty and none had acquired what they were seeking. He used them frequently and moved on with haste.
Just thinking about the bureaucracy made him wanton for a distraction. He especially needed the escape after his conversation with the Queen earlier today. She had been planning to abdicate the throne for months now and finally decided to clue him in on her secret reason for doing so. Whenever the masses perceived weakness/illness there were bands of vultures ready to take advantage of an opening. Rumors of Queen Anne II sickness spread like weeds having been leaked to the popular press. The Queen's enemies were ready to strike while the iron was hot. A group of the militia had assembled just outside the castle walls and was threatening to attack at any moment. A meeting between The Queen and her Advisers had helped to come to the conclusion that they needed to have a strong healthy leader at the charge in order to garner the support needed to sniff out and devour the treasonous bastard heading the rebellion. Queen Anne reluctantly agreed to turn over the reins to her second born Prince Samuel James.
"I can guarantee she didn't think she would end up with an entitled spoiled man whore brat as the heir first in the line of succession." Sam heard the Queen's adviser Lady Carol Burt describes him as such to another of his mother's advisers. He had been summoned to a meeting with his mother to discuss what he now refers to as his personal hell. I know what they say about me and how they feel, he thought. What he didn't understand is why they chose to put him in charge now. What good would he be? If rebels are coming to take down this house how am I fit to stop them, he thought? Filled with questions and no answers, he reluctantly laid down to meditate on his current situation.
Not only do I have the pleasure of attending a boring dinner tonight, I had the pleasure of a very disturbing meeting, he thought. Apparently, single men were not qualified to run a kingdom; they had to be tied to a single woman and for what? Sam mimicked the Queens tone "I have the pleasure of presenting you with a worthy match for Queen. The Spanish Princess Santana is ready and willing to wed." He shook his head to free the treacherous thoughts from his mind. Am I not free to make my own decisions and to choose my own wife? With that question, his thoughts shifted back to the Princess in question. She is quite beautiful however her sharp tongue had been known to leave many good men weak, battered, and bruised. His face winced in pain at just the thought of having to spend the rest of his life with her. Although the days may prove to be miserable, I would bet the nights would be well worth the sacrifice. With my hands fisted in that long luxurious hair buried deep inside her pounding in and out of her as she screamed, scratched, and writhed about in sheer pleasure until she released continuously and I had my fill, he thought.
Coming out of his lust filled daydream he realized he had a problem that needs to be taken care of. Simply reaching beside the bed for his phone he called the one person he could count on to be discreet, and would not pester him for anything more than he was willing to give. After sending a quick text telling her where to meet, he went to gather the things for their ritual.
He lay out the apple slices and honey next to the tomato slices and salt. Sam knew just how much Lady Jane loved the treat and he wanted her to remain satisfied. Keeping Lady Jane happy was the key to him getting what he wanted; a carefree, casual relationship with plenty of sex without incident or a clingy girl on his arm. Lady Jane arrived in the massive quiet room looking about as if it were the first time she saw it. One would think it a waste to have such a large luxurious quiet room for meditation; especially since only a few people used the room on rare occasion. The color was chosen carefully as not to excite or arouse any reaction from its occupants. The room had been painted glossy beige with sculptures in the four corners, off to the side was a large water fountain, twelve large placemats strategically scattered about, and candles around the entire room. It never ceased to amaze Jane the amount of effort put into making a room relaxing and serene. Would not an empty room suffice? She walked over to a mat and sat with her legs tucked underneath her. After a few moments, Sam walked over then bent to place the tray of snacks in front of her. While kneeled in front of her he gazed into her brown eyes and then slid his gaze down to her plump lips. He drew in his breath wanting to kiss them and yet he knew if he did what would happen. He finally leans forward and placed a light kiss on her cheek and stood abruptly. "Thank you, Jane, for agreeing to this, I know this isn't the most desired position to be in, so I wanted you to know that I appreciate your discretion."
In an effort to preserve the tranquil atmosphere the Queen released the guards that were assigned to the meditation area and ordered all women and children to use the room in pairs. "Sam, you know that I enjoy our time together as well. There is no need for a thank you." Sam smiled at her appreciating her words as well as her beauty. With that, he turned and strolled over to the far corner. Sam peered at his phone to see if he had received any messages. Then turned and watched Jane starting to eat her treats. Quickly he had become transfixed as to how enjoyable it was to observe the sensual way she dipped her apples into the honey leaning forward to catch the dripping sauce on her tongue. While scanning his eyes over her beautiful dark smooth skin and her shapely hips the door swung open a second time effectively breaking his focus. In walked Lady Quinn with her average build, average height, with a gorgeous head of golden locks, and beautiful green eyes. Although average would be the way Sam chose to describe her girl next door presence, she had a kinky side to her and that is what attracted Sam to her.
Flashback
Loud laughter and shuffling were heard as Sam made his way past the meditation area. He stopped and turns around to go investigate the noise. Whoever stood behind those doors was having a wonderful time and the sheer happiness pulled him in. Drawn to the person or persons just ahead Sam's feet carried him away from his current mission and in to meet the exhilarating sounds. Opening the door Sam saw the embodiment of innocence and joy. There she stood commanding the trio made up of Princess Stacy with her ladies Jane and Quinn. Jane was telling a story that had the other two in stitches. "And then the woman asks Will to help her solve the puzzle. She asks, what is a four letter word that rhymes with 'miss'? Then she went on to bust a rhyme. Miss me miss me now you gotta and then Will says Kiss me. She grabs his face says gladly and kisses him." Her laughter was beautiful, her chocolate smooth skin radiant, and her hair was big and curly. The curls made you want to grab and play in it all day and night. Sam cleared his throat and asked if he could have a moment alone with the Lady Jane. Once alone with Jane, he was able to focus more closely on her dark chocolate brown eyes and full kissable lips. She was quite beautiful, warm and bubbly. "I see you are a fan of the classics. I have enjoyed the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air many of days." Jane gave a shy and timid smile feeling nervous being so close to the Prince.
Lady Jane and Prince Sam spent weeks learning about one another. They met each day following their encounter for a walk in the garden then again for snack and tea time. During those all too brief moments, she would flash the big white seductively beautiful smile which only fed his need to keep her close to him. Pretending to be ever the gentlemen he never pressured the lady for more than she was comfortable with. He was able to steal a few brief kisses and barely there touches. Recalling the vision was easy however the disappointment in finding out he couldn't have what he desired most was devastating. Just after they finished their tea during one of their brief visits Sam suggested a walk to the gazebo. It was a gorgeous late summer afternoon and the breeze blew the leaves slightly. Knowing she had to be back to help Princess Stacy she reluctantly accepted. "We have to be brief. Princess Stacy has a function to attend with the Queen and I have been tasked with getting her ready and present on time. You know how she loves to be fashionably late." Sam chuckled slightly thinking about all the scolding the young Princess had received regarding her tardiness. He smiled at Jane and grabbed her hand leading her in the direction they needed to go. They walked briskly not taken the time to enjoy the beautiful trees, bushes, and flowers displayed on the grounds. Reaching the gazebo Sam wasted no time in telling Jane how he felt. "Jane, you are beautiful," he admitted, promptly taking her in his arms and rubbing slow circles at the small of her back. I feel a fire burning deep within that needs to be quenched and I want you." Staring into her eyes he went in for the kiss but Jane turned her head tears beginning to fill her eyes.
"I can't, she whispered. If I am not a virgin I won't achieve a good match and my father will kill me – literally kill me. I want you Sam I-I really want you, Sam, she said placing her hand on his chest and then letting them slide down his arms stopping to grasp his hands. I'm sorry if I led you to believe we would have a sexual relationship, but if I give in then I would be signing my death warrant." Sam pulled Jane to the bench sitting them down feeling defeated but not hopeless.
"Lady Jane you have to know that I would never allow your father to kill you. I would protect you from anyone who would do you harm. I have grown quite fond of you in our short time together, and I will not stand by while your father or anyone brought harm to you."
"Protect me how? Sam the only protection for me would be marriage and see as that will never happen I don't know how I would be protected. My father is highborn and he controls me until I am wed and then it's my husband turn to take over those duties."
Sam leaned forward to peck her lips peppering kisses down her neck and onto her belly. He began massaging her hips sliding his hands down her thighs and gliding up her dress. He reached underneath and ripped her panties. Jane gasped in response flooding her thighs and bench with her juices. He swiped his finger across her wet slit which caused her to clam up in fear that he would take things too far.
"Don't worry. I just wanted a taste," Sam said before promptly sticking his finger in his mouth and sucking her essence off. He moaned as he released his clean finger from his mouth. "I guess we're just going to have to find another way to bring pleasure to one another."
"Are you telling me you are not going to have sex?"
"No that's not what I'm saying at all. I have far too great a sexual appetite to forgo sex. However, there is no reason you and I have to stop seeing each other. Like I said I have grown quite fond of you and there are plenty of things we can do that won't get you the axe."
Totally turned on Jane began imagining a few things they could do right then. She leaned in close whispering in his ear, "I enjoy watching." His mouth immediately begun to water as a resilient primal wanting to engulf him. Sam grabbed her and pulled her into their first deep kiss passion ignited by the revelation of her voyeuristic behavior.
End of Flashback
Wasting no time, he made quick strides across the room scooped her up into his long arms and held her close with those huge hands. He spun her around so that he could focus on Lady Jane while he snatched Lady Quinn's dress from her body. She was completely naked underneath per Sam's request. She took a deep breath and waited for his next move. He ran his fingers through her hair moving the strands to one giving her neck a nibble while his eyes remained trained on Jane imagining his hands in her soft springy tresses. He licked the spot he had just nibbled on taking the hand still in Quinn's hair and pushing her head forward signaling her to bend over at the waist. Sam slid his hands down her body landing on her average rear. His gaze had moved down to Jane's breast, and he licked his lips wishing their arrangement allowed for physical contact between the two at this moment. He took his two middle fingers and swiftly pushed them inside of her wetness. She gasped at the shock and then moaned softly. He pumped several times before deciding he'd had enough. He needed his release and Now. He pulled down his pant and boxers in one fell swoop, tore open the condom wrapper, placed it on his hardened instrument, and pushed into her swiftly. She let out a shriek at the sudden stretch and strain her walls felt from his forced entry. His eyes closed enjoying the tight, wet heat that surrounded his throbbing manhood and then flickered open to focus on the beauty just a few feet away from him. Sam didn't waste time pumping into Quinn as fiercely as he had on the first entrance. Quinn hands went out in front of her to grab something but came back with two fists full of air. Taken notice of her wobbly state Sam increased his pressure on both sides of her hips and continued with his eyes concentrated on Jane taking long deep strides into Quinn. "Jane gets on all fours and turns that glorious behind around so that I can get the best view," Sam said. Jane quickly obliged, and Sam, in return, pounded into Quinn relentlessly causing a stream of scream mixed moans to escape her lips. Even fully clothed Jane's booty was rounder, plumper, and more desirable than Quinn's.
Although he would rather be balls deep inside Jane right now, he couldn't. She had set the rules of their engagement, and he would respect them. Sam wanted more. He wanted her, and yet, he found himself day after day, week after week, succumbing to this agreement; it drove him wild.
Contrary to the way it may seem Sam wasn't completely selfish. He wanted Quinn to experience satisfaction as well. He slowed his stroke just enough so that she wouldn't go flying across the room while he re-positioned his hands on her small breasts and gave her nipples a firm squeeze. Quinn let out loud moans of appreciation feeling herself nearing the brink of an orgasm. He kept one hand rolling her nipple while the other rubbed down to massage her clit. After a few flicks, her orgasm hit full force causing her to spew her juices all over his lower half. He grabbed her hips fiercely pounding into her tightening walls until he released into the condom.
Upon his release, he abruptly pulled out walking over to the portable water basin, rolled off the condom, and began to wash with soap. Lady Quinn and Lady Jane looked on as Sam cleaned himself. As he was finishing up, Jane walked over helping him remove his shirt. Lifting his arm, he dropped the washcloth and turned around slowly. Once the shirt was off she placed a soft sensual kiss on his lips. Gazing into her eyes, he kissed her again with added pressure and more passion, each of them moaning as they embraced one another.
Sam bent down grabbing the hem of Jane's dress and in one fluid motion pulled the dress up and off of her body exposing her naked flesh. Licking the drool from his lips his hands went between her thighs confirming that she was moist and ready for him. They each lay on their sides opposite each other so that they had easy access to their feast. Sam was the first to strike spreading her legs further apart at the thighs and diving in with a lick from her clit to her honey pot. Jane stroked Sam's stick firmly up and down then licked the head moaning causing his hips to buck. Sucking him into her mouth she drew him to the back of her throat to get the saliva flowing around the head sliding down his shaft pooling around his pelvis. He grabbed her thighs and rolled swiftly onto his back. Her head bobbed on his dick sliding deeper into her throat. He screamed out in pleasure while Jane tried to recover from her momentary loss of oxygen. He sucked her swollen nub then stuck his tongue inside her lapping her tightening walls. Feeling the trimmers of her pending orgasm, she bucks her hips riding his tongue causing her juices to run down his chin. Lit completely on fire by Jane's explosion and firm stroke sent Sam over the edge.
Managing to open his eyes was a feat in and of itself. The incessant buzzing from his phone distressed his contented mood from earlier that day. He swiped his finger across the screen disarming the nuisance only to lie back down. Sam decided to leave his bed reluctantly sitting up and heading to the shower. Even though he was fatigued he walked head held high with a smile on his face images of Lady Jane flickering through his mind bringing him back to the moment they shared together. Letting out the breath he didn't realize he was holding he made the short distance to the shower and turned it on. He quickly removed his shirt, pant, boxers, and socks stepping into the hot water beating down on his worn body. Having tamed the beast for the moment his mind wandered back to the rebellion trying to compile a list of possible offenders. Sam cut the water off jumped out the tub grabbing his towel to dry himself. He quickly dressed needing to see her immediately.
Making haste, he arrived at the dining hall slowing his pace as the doors appeared before him. He took a deep breath before twisting the handle down then pulling on the lever opening the door. The room was massive with a long table that seated 100. The staff worked tirelessly setting the table while the Queen micromanaged every step they made. Hastily bowing to the Queen, he rushed to give her the news. "We need to call your cousin he has a contact who is deeply rooted in the city and will know exactly who is behind this rebellion. I will call Prince B…" the door swung open before he could finish. The servant bowed before the Queen announcing Prince Blaine House of Anderson had arrived at court.
Sam was shocked to see his cousin Prince Blaine enter through the doors. "Cousin," he yelled excitedly as he threw his arms around Sam. "It has been quite a time lapse since you last graced me with your presence. Have you been behaving?"
"About as much as you have been I assure you," Sam replied.
"And you!" He bowed to the Queen. "Your Majesty you look younger each time I lay eyes on you. How is it possible?" Taking her hand, he pulled it to his lips planting an affectionate kiss upon it.
"I was just about to inform Prince Samuel of your attendance at dinner tonight." She turned to the Prince, "you were just about to tell me something?"
"I-I well I was just about to. Never mind it doesn't matter now. I need to catch up with the Royal pain over here," Prince Sam said pointing towards Prince Blaine.
"Where are Prince Stevie and Princess Stacy?"
"They should be here shortly and will be delighted to visit with their favorite cousin. Now, chat awhile until dinner is served."
One after the other the remaining family members with the Queens advisers showed to the dinner. They all sat to enjoy several course meals complete with soup, bread, several veggies, grilled Salmon, season fruit, and a delectable bread and butter pudding. Princess Stacey expressed her desire to learn piano after having quit her lessons years ago. While Stevie was talking about his humanitarian efforts to help struggling villages in Rwanda build upon their resources. Queen Anne II cleared her throat effectively ending the chatter.
"My dear children it has been a considerable amount of time since our last family dinner. We have called you here to inform you of a few changes that have been made here at court. First, let's all raise a glass to your brother Prince Samuel. He has been promised to marry the Spanish Princess Santana in the spring." The table erupted with clapping and congratulations to the young Prince. Sam's face remained stoic hiding his rage fueled by the Queen dropping this sudden news on him. She had deceived him conveniently leaving the significant detail out in their meeting. "Also, your cousin Prince Blaine will be remaining here in court until such time has passed." Another round of applause went around the table and Prince Blaine stood up bowing in thanks to his family. "And finally, we have far more wretched news, which I will allow Lady Carol Burt to brief you on the troubling times we have found ourselves in. We will adjourn and resume in the sitting room for tea and this rather distasteful announcement."
Having decided he had enough surprises for the night Prince Sam retired to his room disregarding his reservations of offending the Queen as well as his family members.