A/N - Another chapter! Hope you enjoy it :)

That evening, after eating with the other royals, Misty arrived to her chamber and closed the door with a loud thud. She was angry, the fact that Hank had decided to interrupt them just in the moment that she had gone to kiss the older princess. Her need was flaming, needing to feel the other girl kissing her and doing all the things she had told her she would do. The princess threw herself back onto her bed, cheeks flushed and legs pressed firmly together. She wanted to have Cordelia touching her, their bodies pressing against each other's. She sighed, hands going to cover her face and feel the heat of her cheeks. Her body was on fire, the thought of her future wife touching her, saying her name and making her moan made her heart leap. She felt the desire deep inside, flowing somewhere deep between her legs.

"I will satisfy you, and make you moan. I already live aching to hear you moan my name, princess Misty."

She was experiencing more lust than she was sure she had ever felt, and for a second the only thing that mattered to her was the need she had for Cordelia's touch. She slowly undid her corset lace, taking it off once again and then leaving it forgotten on one side of the comfortably, large bed. She wished that Cordelia was there, to have her, hands moving all over her body. Her own hands started moving down from her face to her neck, fingertips caressing the soft skin softly and moving lower to her collarbone. She closed her eyes, imagining that they were Cordelia's fingers instead of hers. The older princess was on top of her, bare body pressed up against hers as the older princess pulled her out of her undergarments slowly, both of their hearts beating fast and breath heaving as her undergarments were removed and forgotten on top of her discarded dress.

"I want to touch your breasts and let my mouth reach them, to taste your skin on my lips."

Her own hands moved lower, cold fingertips brushing her hardened nipple for a second before moving to run over the shape of her breast and the valley in between them before repeating the actions on the other side. She let out a ragged sigh, thumb circling her nipple as she kept imagining the way Cordelia would do these things to her. The woman she was fantasizing about was now putting her mouth around the sensitive bud, swirling her tongue over it. Misty followed the trail of non-existent kisses with her thumb, letting out a soft moan and biting her lip for a second. "Cordelia..." she muttered under her breath, moving her face to the side, hot cheek against the pillow.

"The soft flesh between your legs. To make pleasure overwhelm your entire body with just my lips, my fingers, and my tongue."

One hand kept toying with her nipples, pinching and pulling them slightly, while the other wandered lower on her body, caressing her navel and her hip before sneaking between her legs and cupping her sex. She was dripping, her arousal running between her thighs slowly and staining the silk of the sheets. She needed Cordelia so much, lust burning inside of her. Cordelia's voice echoed in her head, and it wasn't hard for the younger princess to imagine the other touching her. Her fingers had moved to her sensitive bundle of nerves, slowly starting to make circles around it, making herself let out a gradual moan. In her head, the image was very different. Cordelia was lying on top of her, kissing her as she moved her slender digits down to her clit, whispering her name and letting out soft pants as their chest brushed against each other's. "Cordelia…" Misty moaned slightly louder, needing more.

"I want to hear you gasp and moan when I penetrate you, gently at first but more passionately as the hours pass."

In her mind's eye, Cordelia's fingers pushed between her folds and through her wetness, slowly introducing one of them. Misty moaned loudly, curling her finger inside of herself and brushing up against her own walls before she opened her eyes for a split second. Still, she quickly went fell back into her fantasies. The older princess' finger was working faster now, her thumb pressed against Misty's clit as she added a second finger slowly, Cordelia's breaths falling on her neck and a delicate, graceful hand kneading one of her breasts and squeezing it softly as she increased the rhythm of her fingers. "Cordelia…" she moaned again into the silence of her chamber, the image of the princess fastening the movement of her fingers inside of Misty was driving her on. "Cordelia... 'Delia, 'Deliaa…." her moans were louder the closer she got to her climax, wrist starting to ache because of the work she was putting into this. And then she opened her eyes widely, a loud moan escaping her lips as an intense orgasm rocked through her body, causing her legs to shake involuntarily. Her satisfaction dripped out from her and coated her fingers as she gasped, the experience overwhelming and taking over all of her senses. A few seconds later she sighed, wishing Cordelia was there to kiss her and whisper that she wanted her just as much as Misty did.

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The moon was high in the sky, shining above the quiet lake. The trees that surrounded it moved slightly with the soft breeze, and the moonlight entered through the windows of the castle. Cordelia was lying in her bed, eyes closed as she thought. She couldn't get the other princess off of her mind, her own words replaying in her mind. She had been brave for telling Misty that, but at the same time it had been incredibly inappropriate. They had met each other just a few days ago, it was obvious that the blonde girl wasn't likely to feel the same for her. Still, she was sure that she had seen the glimpse of lust in the girl's eyes before they had been interrupted, and just for that it had been worth it. She had heard so much about the firstborn of the Southern Swamplands, but most of it was just random tidbits of information and rumours between the servants and the merchants that travelled there in summer.

'They say that the heir to the throne of the Southern Swamplands went to battle with her father a few moons ago, and had to come back because of a wound.'

She finally pieced together where the scar she had seen before on the taller blonde had come from. She knew that Misty had been trained as a knight and a lady, but knew not that she had actually gone to battle with her father. She could already imagine the other girl in shining armour with a sword at her side, fighting knights and battling. It was a beautiful scene that she imagine, but yet it scared her, afraid that she'd lose the girl in said battle. You just met her, she shouldn't be so important to you already. Cordelia was sure that her attachment to the other princess was result of the eighteen years she'd spent waiting, and then her final surprise when she had finally met her. She was certain that her reasoning for being so attached had been because Misty had proven her wrong and freed her from the idea— which she had accepted so long ago—of having to marry a selfish, abusive prince. A knock on the wooden door pulled her from her musings. She stood and went to open it in her night dress, finding the knight behind the door.

He entered her chamber in a rush without giving her time to welcome him and he kissed her deeply, hands going to the back of her neck to keep her there. She reciprocated with confusion, not knowing what else to do. Still, when she felt his hands moving down to her back she had to push him away. It just didn't feel right— she actually didn't feel anything. No butterflies, no ache between her legs. She suddenly realized everything that had been missing in her small affair with the knight. She felt nothing for him. And yet, she knew she had felt it before, when she was with Misty. Until the moment Cordelia's future marriage had been arranged Hank had been the one favored to marry her someday, and they had grown up together knowing their possibility. They had grown up to become more than friends, but every time Cordelia kissed him she felt empty. Lifeless. As a puppet her mother was controlling from the throne.

"I'm tired of this. I waited for years for you to let me kiss you, even if we were still young. Then a few months ago, after years of ludicrous excuses, you made me wait to do anything more, saying that you have to stay pure until marriage. But then, I find you bare in the lake with another woman, as if nothing had happened between us."

"Hank, she is my future wif—"

"And what am I? I want to be with you, and I don't care that you are engaged to be married. I've only been your entertainment, a jester. Am I right? You have never felt anything for me. You were just playing with me, as if I were only here to be one of your toys!" he yelled, his eyes full of anger like they had been before, in the forest, as he looked at her. For a second Cordelia thought that he might strike her, but then she remembered— she was royalty.

"Leave me alone, Sir Foxx." she told with a haughty tone, swallowing hard and fighting her urge to cry, keeping her head high. She was scared. She knew Hank, knew he was an impulsive one, she knew he would soon start to yell louder, no doubt waking every single one of her maids. "It's over." she turned around and walked back to her bed, covering herself and not looking at him. She didn't dare to.

"I can't believe I fell in love with you, your highness." he spoke bitterly, spitting on the floor and standing for a moment before turning and walking back to the door, only to turn again and look over at her with a glare. "You're just like your mother."

"Don't you dare talk to you future queen like that, Sir Foxx." the young princess heard someone just outside the door tell him, the familiar voice of one of her eldest maids making her feel safe. Myrtle was like a mother to her, always had been. "If you'll excuse us, your highness and I must speak." And with that, the maid looked at him with her own cold glare, knowing that he wouldn't dare to confront her. She had raised him, too, anyway.

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