The Choice of Katrina
Chapter Seven: The Princess of Whores
WARNING: The next few chapters are very touchy and intense and all that good juicy stuff. BEWARE!!
"I can't believe we're stealing their ship." Katrina said.
"You're in the company of a pirate, what else would you expect?" said Will, sitting down on a barrel and looking out at the ocean.
"What is it that's bothering you, Will?" Katrina asked.
"How could you tell?" said Will.
"You have this sad look in your eyes. So, what is it?"
"Jack, your father, told me something about my own father. Something I never thought was possible."
"What was it?"
"My father is supposed to be dead. But Jack says he isn't. He's very much alive and he's waiting for me in London."
"You're going to go meet him?"
"I don't know."
"You should. It's not fair to you to have been lied to."
"You mean like you?" Will said, looking up at Katrina, whose eyes were suddenly filled with darkness. "Your 'father' is making you marry someone you don't love, I hear."
"I wonder how you heard about that. But yes, I am. He's a duke. A very well-respected man who has a lot of money and land and the King is very proud of the fact that once we're married Phillip will be king." Katrina explained, a grim look on her face. "I would give anything to have the opportunity to defy the king by being unfaithful to the Duke."
"What about your friend, George?" a voice from behind said. It was Jack, who had obviously been listening to the entire conversation. Katrina gave her father's suggestion some thought. Sleeping with the kitchen boy would definitely make the King's head so hot it would blow off. The thing that made Katrina think twice about it was the way she felt when she looked in his eyes. Sleeping with George and then dumping him off would be labeling her a whore to the entire kingdom. But if she felt something for him, she could simply choose to marry him behind the King's back. Katrina decided she would risk being a whore and just sleep with him.
"What a brilliant idea...Jack. Where is he?" she said.
"Over there." said Jack, pointing towards the other end of the ship. Katrina straightened her tiara, which she was surprised to find was still neatly placed upon her head, and gracefully made her way to George.
"George, would you be willing to do something for me?" Katrina asked, a coy smile on her face.
"Anything, Your Highness. What is it?" George asked.
"Come with me." Katrina said, grabbing his arm and leading him below deck. Passing by her father and Will, she gave them both an admonitory look and went down the steps and into the darkness on the lower levels of the ship.
Once they reached a cozy room, they entered and Katrina shut the door behind them.
"Princess, I'm not quite sure I understand..." George started, but Katrina put her fingers on his lips.
"George, I trust you. Did you know that? You're one of few people that I actually trust. In fact, I trust you so much I wanted to give you something in return..." Katrina began to undo the tiny buttons on the front of her dress. George looked at her, completely bewildered and put a hand on hers to stop her.
"Your highness, with all do respect...I would be beheaded for getting myself sexually involved with you..." said George. Katrina lowered her hands and looked at him. She got the same strange feeling she had gotten before and opened her mouth to speak.
"Do you not feel that?" she asked.
"Feel what?"
Katrina's stomach did a flip when he spoke.
"That. Look at me and tell me you feel that." Katrina said. George looked even more confused.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Your Highness. But need I remind you that you're engaged to a duke that loves you..."
"But I don't love him! I refuse to love him, in fact. I can't just go and marry someone I don't love when the man I love is still out there somewhere!" Katrina yelled.
George paused to look at her. Her angelic, pale features were tinged with red, from fury or helplessness, he couldn't tell. But when he studied her he found that he got the feeling he knew she had been talking about.
"What if the man you loved was standing before you?" George asked.
"I think he might be." said Katrina. George took her hand and watched as the redness in her face disappeared. She leaned in and they kissed. Katrina wrapped her arms around George's neck and he placed his around her waist. Soon enough they found themselves entwined on the floor and waking up the next morning, nude and not knowing what to do.