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Chap. 4: A Simple Dream

Elsa regarded Dominic coolly through the open doorway for several seconds, then turned without a word, her night-robe fluttering and swirling around her. The air was frigid suddenly, icy. But the door did not shut.

It remained a yawning portal that beckoned him into the darkened depths of the future Queen's chambers, where his untimely demise might well be recorded. He had felt this cold from her before, when he had first prompted Elsa to try and rebuild her relationship with her sister. Only somehow this particular atmosphere, though no lower in temperature, seemed somehow more oppressive, heavier- more frigid, dry, as if all of the air in the hallway had suddenly lost the ability to hold moisture.

That was probably why it was snowing inside the castle, anyway.

It wasn't snowing inside Elsa's sitting room, strangely, but the windows were completely frosted over, and a layer of rime covered much of the wood paneling. The thick carpet, normally warm and plush, crunched under his uniform boots as Dominic walked, too. No, that was not a good sign at all. A quick glance, ever-ready for danger, showed him the future Queen standing next to the wide window, a little left of center. She was looking out at an angle, and if he had to guess, the guard would think she was looking toward the town square, which would be plainly visible and a bit right of here. As usual for this time of night, she was clad in her ice-blue silken night-robe, her long hair hung down to her waist in soft waves from where it had been crimped and styled for most of the day. The princess' posture was stiff and cold, her arms folded beneath her breast, and she pointedly did not look toward him as he entered and quietly shut the door. "Sorry if I'm intruding."

Elsa humphed, but did not otherwise speak or acknowledge his presence. In response, Dominic felt he could do little but stand more or less at attention, his pole-arm where he had left it outside, and defenseless aside from his side-arm.

Not that the single blade would avail him much if the sorceress was as deadly as they both feared.

Several minutes passed, and slowly, Dominic started to relax. The temperature in the room didn't really rise at all, but Elsa's posture softened agonizingly slowly. He could just make out a bit of the detail on her face in the faint reflection afforded by the iced-over windows, and it seemed stoic as far as he could tell.

What was going through her head?

She had to have seen the last bits of the... interaction with Anna, her sister, just before he had noticed the door was open. She would definitely have seen the younger princess walking down the hall after she had given him a passionate kiss and groped him through his pants.

What could he do about it, though? Explain what had happened? How the princess had come up and approached him? Taken him by surprise? Of course, Elsa might even believe him. But then what? She would question Anna, who may or may not tell the truth. Most certainly his status as a spy would be brought up again. He would certainly question why a known spy was 'getting close' with both princesses of a foreign nation.

It was, at the very least, suspicious.

"Start a fire, please."

He jumped, torn from his worrisome thoughts by the quiet command. And he knew it was definitely, absolutely, a command even if it had been politely worded. "Y- Yes, Your Highness."

Elsa pointedly ignored the reply once more, so Dominic hurried to obey, keeping a watchful eye in her direction as he moved toward the wide fireplace and layered several logs inside. Somehow, he suspected this would be a long conversation.
Once the blaze was roaring using one of the princess' sparksticks and a bit of tinder, he stood and prepared to move back to the door. Maybe, just maybe, he could flee long enough to let Elsa calm down if she lost control.

A few more minutes passed, then Elsa turned and, without looking at him, moved to her customary spot on the left side of the couch where she sat, facing the fire slightly, and put her right foot under her left knee. "Sit."

She hadn't indicated a place, and as he cautiously walked around the two sitting chairs, Dominic debated with himself which was safer to sit in. Or, perhaps, he should try the couch, which had become his more usual place in their late-night discussions?

It was risky... No, he would be safer this time. Pushing his luck did not seem like a good idea. Dominic chose the middle chair, which was closest to where Elsa sat, but afforded him, at least, a nice view of her profile as she stayed watching the now-crackling fire. "Explain," she said.

He didn't need to ask why, or what.

Instead, he simply started at the beginning, and told her everything, from when the two girls had first appeared, Emma's hesitant kiss (and he didn't hesitate to explain Anna pushing the girl into him, either, in case it helped remind Elsa that her younger sister was definitely impulsive), and then Anna's more sure one. He did pause briefly before mentioning where the ginger girl's hand had strayed, but in the interests of future safety, he felt it best to be honest.

"My sister... gave you her first kiss, and grabbed you... there."

He nodded. "I'm... not sure how much you saw, Your Highness, but she-"

"I opened the door just as she was pulling away."

He swallowed, the lump that had appeared in his throat when he first saw the future queen had not faded in the least. Knowing she did see at least that much was almost something to make it worse, but then again, she could have seen even more, and that would probably be catastrophic. "Then... well, you might have seen, then. She did that... after we stopped. Well, she stopped."

For the first time since she had turned away from him in the open doorway, Elsa's sparkling blue eyes met his, and he realized she had been crying. They were slightly puffy and red-rimmed, though they were dry now. At the window, perhaps. "It was a we. I saw your mouth open, Dom. I know you enjoyed... kissing her back."

Dominic swallowed. He had, the girl's tongue had been blazing hot, warm and sensual as it danced against his. It may well have been her first kiss, but Anna had clearly done a bit of study on the subject. Either that, or she was a natural, for it had been as enticing and enthusiastic, without being overdone, as the courtesans' kisses had been. "I..."

"You don't... need to explain yourself to me. I am already aware you are a man with emotions and... needs. A beautiful young woman was just fondling you and kissing you passionately. I would be... shocked, if you had not... responded."

"I... Your Highness... Elsa, I-"

"I meant what I said. You do not need to explain yourself to me. I know why you did what you did. I wanted to hear... your explanation of Anna's actions. The maid, Emma's, was... something I was not aware of. I had not heard her through the door."

"You were... listening?"

Elsa nodded, not bothering to look in his direction again.

Knowing Elsa occasionally eavesdropped on his conversations was... well, a little disconcerting, but not all that surprising. She was as attention-starved and socially deprived as ever, aside from his own too-rare interactions with her. "Emma is the handmaiden I selected to accompany us."

Dominic swallowed. "She... she is? We can find a different-"

"If she makes... an approach, I do not want you to refuse her. If you have any... interest in her, at all, you have my permission to act on those feelings. As long as they do not detract or distract from your duties, of course."

"Y- Your Highness?"

Elsa's head turned to face him again. "I have already told you, I do not mind if you... relieve your tensions with the maid staff. Emma in particular is someone I think you would enjoy the company of, it is why- or is one of the reasons why- I assigned her in particular for this trip. Was that a mistake on my part?"

"N- No," Dominic protested, now thoroughly confused enough that he did not notice the temperatures in the room beginning to warm rapidly, "I simply thought... that you would, I don't know... not want her to be around me after... or that... That you would be... jealous? I don't even know if that's the right word. You... in the doorway, you seemed very upset. And when I came in, you..."

"I am upset," Elsa clarified, "at you in particular, but also at Anna for her rash actions and poor judgment. I am not upset with Emma, and I am not upset at you for kissing a maid I have encouraged you to form a relationship with. I do not often... change my mind, Dominic Alders. I am not a woman given to flights of fancy, or mercurial moods."

No, he knew, she was definitely not the latter. While her moods did change as with anyone, they tended to be slow to do so. "I... apologize for upsetting you, Your Highness. If I might ask what it was that I did, I can try to-"

"I will not be telling you that, so you can stop asking. I... have no right to be upset about it anyway. I am not a tyrant who wishes to control all aspects of my subjects' lives. You have the right to kiss who you will, and unless Anna tells me that it was you who instigated the kiss, I have no reason to doubt your word. Do I, Dominic?"

"N- No, of course not. I've yet to lie to you that I am aware of, Your Highness."

This time, her look was appraising and cool, but no longer frosty. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, then rested her chin on the right knee while she continued to stare at the fire. "I am jealous, though. Of Anna."

"May I... ask why? As your friend. I hope we are still that, at least."

"You are still alive, so... it seems likely," Elsa tried to joke, though it fell a little flat. He forced a chuckle, but even that sounded dead in the quiet room. After a few more moments of awkward silence, she replied to the earlier question, "I... my reclusivity, my self-imposed exile to my quarters, is exactly that: self-imposed. My parents did encourage it for my safety and the safety of the staff, but if I wanted I could rescind that order in a moment. Or simply step outside. Who would contradict me?"

"No one, I expect," he answered.

"Exactly. Yet, my exile remains, at least for another two days. That is for the same reason: the safety of the staff. I do not wish to risk harm to them if I lose control. So I do not even wander the castle, my own home, until the vast majority are asleep. Even then, I follow prescribed, predictable routes- which I know irks you as a person responsible for my safety against assassins- so that the staff can avoid me.

"Yet Anna, at least, has free reign of the castle at any hour. She can speak with the maids, the housekeepers, the butler, the furrier, the cooks, the chef, the guards... with a bit of warning and a protective detail, she can even leave the castle, though I know she hardly ever does, to wander the city. While I remain here, in my quarters. That is why I am jealous."

Somehow, Dominic thought there was more to it, but he wasn't sure he dared bring it up. Fortunately, he did not have to.

"Did you know, Dom, that I am twenty years old- in nine months, I will be twenty-one, and of coronation age. My sister is seventeen, and she just had her first kiss... but I have not yet had that experience? How could I? The only person I ever really talk to is you."

"Your Highness," he sighed, "That wouldn't be a good idea... but if you ever... ever wanted to? I would... well, I would make myself available. I hope you know that."

"I do believe you would, Dom," Elsa whispered, glancing at him briefly before looking back to the fire and hugging her legs tighter. "But that would defeat the purpose. Perhaps one day I will ask, but... I know why you think it would be a bad idea, and I agree. Our arrangement is... friendly, and our more intimate one is... an arrangement."

The guard nodded. That wasn't precisely what he had meant, but it was close enough to his feelings that he thought they were on the same page at least. He was a bit nonplussed by the sudden change of topics Elsa brought up next, though.

"I had an erotic dream last night."

"Ex- Excuse me? I'm sorry, I... what?"

Pink started appearing in the normally pale cheeks as Elsa looked toward him, and he saw a bit of Anna's mischievous nature in a small grin. "Don't worry, you didn't feature this time. But it's why I requested Emma be the handmaiden."

Somehow, Dominic felt his eyes widen further. "You... you dreamed about her?"

The future queen's smile widened and he watched her eyes drift closed in reminisce. "I did. It was... unexpected, but having had the dream, having spoken of it out loud now, I do not find myself... opposed. She is quite pretty."

Dominic nodded.

"How does her mouth taste...?"

He was watching Elsa's own mouth move as she spoke, and he answered without thinking, "Like saliva... but with a hint of raspberries."

"She must be sneaking them from the kitchen then," Elsa sighed, almost wistfully. "I... kissed her a lot, in my dream. But not... not very much on the mouth."

Dominic chalked up their earlier conversations as to the reason for his brazen question: "Lower, then? Her- her chest? Or lower still?"

"Both," Elsa admitted with a shrug, though her cheeks darkened once more.

"I... see," Dominic said quietly, amazed at how the mood and tone of the conversation, and the room as a whole, had changed since he had first entered. Now, the princess seemed anything but cold. Instead, she was positively giddy with barely-quelled excitement as she launched into the imagined tale.

The young, petite maid- a maiden still, though she suspected for not much longer- was quivering in either anticipation or fear as she lay right there on the floor of Elsa's chamber, her uniform and underthings tossed aside casually by the now-Queen, who had ordered the girl to remain still except when told to do otherwise.

Emma, being a dutiful servant of the Castle, and a dutiful handmaid to Elsa since their first trip together, had not hesitated to obey- at first. She had questioned her Queen openly, for the first time, when Elsa had begun removing the young woman's clothes. Dared questioned her again when she was ordered to lay on the floor, and Elsa had disrobed herself. How impertinent! A mere maid daring to question her Queen's instructions! There was nothing for it, now: Emma would have to be punished. "I have changed my mind. Get up off the floor- you have made a mistake, young lady, in questioning your Queen."

"M- M-Lady?" Regardless of her words, the petite young woman had scrambled to her feet and stood, as she usually did, with her hands behind her back and her small, nearly-flat chest pointed out slightly, just as she had been instructed to do since she first began her training at the Castle.

"Lay here, across my lap, with your head facing away from the fire."

Emma whimpered at the instruction, her face beet-red, but she did not dare protest again. Her movement was even swift, if a bit jerky and shaky. Her hesitation would only earn her another, but Elsa didn't want to tell the girl that and tip her off. One hand rested between the skinny girl's shoulder blades, making sure she wouldn't squirm too much, then used the other- frigid-cold, just above the ice that constantly coated the mountain peaks of their northern home- to caress and fondle one tight, small buttock. Once it was good and pliant, Elsa lifted her hand high, smirking almost maliciously to herself. "Count, out loud," and then brought the hand down onto the same cheek she had just been massaging.

Emma cried out in surprise and pseudo-pain, "Ow!"

Elsa leaned down and hissed, "Count," once more.

"O- One, Y- Your Majesty!"

"Better. I'm going to add one more for every count you miss. For your hesitation, you can have five- each time. We'll be starting off gently, as this is the first time I've had to do this for you."

"Th- This time, M'Lady?"

"Yes. A naughty girl like you is expected to break the rules now and then, aren't they? I expect I will have to discipline you like this many times before you learn to be a proper maid for your Queen. But don't worry... I don't hate the task. I promise you, as your Queen, I will do whatever I need to do to make you the proper young lady you should be."

"Y- Yes, M'Lad- Ow! T- Two!"

"Better. Let us see if you can keep it up." Thwack.

"Three!"

A brief massage, the soft flesh already turning tender and red, then, smack.

"Ouchie! F-Four, M'Lady!"

Smack!, harder, and on the other cheek, which had not been prepared. Emma whimpered and cried out again... but there was no count. Another strike, and she realized her mistake. "F- Four- no, Five! Five, Your Maje- Ow!"

Six blows in, then seven, eight, and nine, before Elsa took another moment to rest her own stinging hand- the girl's arse must have been burning, both cheeks were brilliant scarlet, but ancestors and gods above, did it feel nice and soft, so warm like a pillow beneath her hand... she kneaded it for about thirty good seconds, then swatted twice, hard, one on each side before giving the girl a chance to count again. At least, this time, she tried and got both out, so the Queen decided she would be merciful and let it slide. Next time, she would expect the count immediately, however. "Well done so far, Emma. Eleven in, just four more to go- plus the ones you didn't count."

Twelve, thirteen, and fourteen went smoothly, though Emma was sobbing openly by the time Elsa's hand had gotten that far. At fifteen, she almost earned another by crying out, almost screaming, rather than say the name. Elsa, however, had another problem. The girl was so pretty, so beautiful there on her lap, naked, her arse in the air, brilliant red... her own nipples were rock-hard, and she was growing increasingly distracted. She had almost lost count herself! But she had to be strong, she could hold through the last few... for what was to come later. As Dom and her books had taught her, the best part of this was the after-care. At least, for her.

Fifteen, and sixteen, to spare the girl's buttocks, were delivered half-way down her pale, creamy thighs. Both made Emma squirm, but she counted obediently. "One more, my dear," Elsa assured her, and aimed the last smack carefully from just a few inches above her skin- right between the girl's legs. It was not particularly hard, or even fast, but Emma still yelped out, "S- Sixteen!", as her body recoiled from something not-quite-pain for the first time in several minutes.

Elsa, in turn, brought the tingling hand to her face, and inhaled gently... yes, the girl was clearly more than just casually aroused, as she had suspected she would be. What a little harlot she would be, if she was ever turned loose! To enjoy- to get off on- being spanked by her queen! Not that Elsa ever planned on that thing happening. No, Emma was too pure, too innocent, to be turned loose on the castle like that. Her most fervent wish for the girl was that she remain where she was: At Elsa's side, or beneath her, and her lover. Well, her male lover, because if the Queen was going to call on Emma to be beneath her, she might as well qualify for that title, too.

Elsa's hands went back to massaging the girl's burning, fire-red cheeks for a moment, then dipped beneath and between them, sliding along the even more tender, soft folds of her pussy. "I see that excited you. Such an indecent girl- lay back down on the floor, as before."

Even though she still cried out, whimpering as her buttocks touched the soft carpet, Emma did not hesitate this time. Nor did Elsa, coming after her. Her own robe was already draped over the back of the couch, so she had little to do in preparation besides remove the circlet she wore still, as the last symbol of her office to be removed that day. With both hand-maid and Queen completely nude, Emma could only stare in wild- and wide-eyed wonder at her monarch, and in dreadful anticipation of what was coming. But Elsa was not going to be cruel, not anymore. She slid down to one knee smoothly, as if she were accustomed to taking the position, which she supposed she was. She was not doing the usual task now, though. Instead, the Queen moved between her servant's legs, and leaned over until she was on her hands and knees both, braced on either side of the younger woman's torso below her akimbo, skinny arms. "Emma, my dear girl, I've already punished you for hesitating. Now, as a good teacher and a good ruler, I am going to show you the benefits of obedience. This is what your reward will be, if I decide you deserve it, for your loyal and good service. You may also consider this a reward for your exemplary care up until now. I hope you enjoy it- I know I intend to."

"Y- Your Majesty, I- Oh- oh my," the maid whimpered, unwilling to do more to protest as Elsa's cool lips closed on tight, erect, very pink nipples that rose just a fraction of an inch from her ribs on the small, flat breasts, which were barely flexible enough to sag a little to the side.

Elsa, for her part, could only sigh in relief as a long-held dream came to pass. She had dreamed of several of the maids for some time, and Emma in particular, since long before she had shown Dom the secret passage that would let him- and had let her, for years- spy on the bathing women. Not for the first time, she inwardly thanked the spy-guard-lover and now official consort for opening her own eyes to her desires. In so many ways, he had changed the trajectory of her life for the better. Now, she simply had to make sure that Emma's loyalty was to her as much as, or more, than Dominic's. She knew the girl loved him romantically, and that they had been on a few dates publicly, but that she was as much a virgin as when they had shared their first kiss almost a year before. That was well and good, she intended for Dominic, her own lover, to claim Emma's maidenhead just as he had her own.

But that did not mean Elsa could not have her own fun, in her own way, with the girl she thought was just as pretty as Dom did. So she licked, and laved, and worshiped the girl's taut nipples as Dominic so loved to do to her own, and then pressed cool kisses down her flat tummy until she shivered at the contrast between her own body heat and Elsa's supernatural chill.

When she reached the hairless slit, something she knew Dominic had encouraged in the girl since she had not started shaving there until they had started their public relationship, Elsa hesitated only a moment to exhale a freezing-cold breath that made the skin pucker and goose-pimple delightfully before she extended her soft tongue and went to work. Within moments, Emma's orders to remain still had been forgotten, as the golden-blonde haired girl grabbed a fistful of Elsa's hair as she whimpered in anything but pain. She, Elsa, had never actually done this before, but had done a lot of reading on the subject lately in preparation for this very night, and paid attention to Dominic's care for her own pleasure enough to know how it was done. When Elsa finally slipped the first knuckle of one finger into the girl's tight channel, Emma climaxed powerfully, her hips bucking and shaking against the Queen's face as she unleashed a small torrent of clear liquid that Elsa gathered mostly by closing her whole mouth wide around the just-eighteen year old maiden's cunt.

Once she was done, Elsa licked around a bit more at what she missed while twisting her hand around in a circle and back, then withdrew it to clean the tip of her digit while staring into the panting girl's eyes. She was truly delicious. "Now, dear Emma... do you understand? If you hesitate, if you break the rules, there will be more punishment. But if you obey, you can have that, and so much more. So tell me, dear girl... will you continue to be a good girl, or will you be naughty for your Queen?"

"I'll be good, Your Majesty, I s- swear! I never mean to break no rules, nor disobey! I just-"

Her accent being back in full force must have meant the girl was quite emotional, but Elsa only reached down for Emma's hands, and used her greater mass to haul her up to a sitting position, then pulled her into Elsa's lap and held her close there on the floor. "Dear girl, please don't think I hate you. I did that because I wanted to... but also because I thought you might enjoy it. So tell me, Emma... did you?"

"Y- Yes," she squeaked out between a whimper and a sob about twenty seconds later, as her own arms hesitantly came around Elsa's body.

The Queen was in no mind to put her away, though. After-care of a sub was exceptionally important, Dom had taught her. Ah, what a fitting name he had! "You liked me kissing you... all over? It felt good?"

"Yes, M'Lady," Emma exhaled.

"Good. I'll be doing it again then... I very much enjoyed it too. Another question: has Dominic done that with you?"

Her maid hesitated only briefly, but a squeeze on a still-bare cheek made her yelp at remembered pain, "N- No, Y- Your Majesty. We've, um, t- talked about it, and I've... with him... but I've not, um... b- been r-ready."

"You sucked my guard's cock?"

"Y- Your Majesty!"

"What, am I not allowed to use what language I wish?"

She felt Emma's blush against her cheek as she stroked the girl's long, thick golden hair. "N- No, that's n-not what I m-meant, M'Lady, I just..."

"So? Have you?"

She heard Emma swallow audibly from this close. "A- A few t-times..."

"Good. I'm sure he enjoyed it. You may continue, he quite likes you. And you'll serve me in the same way... unless you truly object."

"I... I ain't never... um... done that, M- M'Lady..."

"But you aren't saying no. Don't worry, Emma, I'll help you learn. It's part of what we have. But let me make myself clear: You and Dominic have your own relationship. He and I have ours. And you and I, now, have ours. They are not one and the same... but they could be, in time. Do you understand?"

Emma, to her credit, was silent for several minutes, then nodded hesitantly, "I- I reckon so, M'Lady... sort of like how Dom's your Consort on the official, but we've been doin' stuff? Only now..."

"I do prefer Dominic as a man, but as I also enjoy the company of women, it seems, you are one I've chosen to join me... and perhaps us. For now, you will simply remain my hand-maid. But if we are as compatible as I hope, then, in time, you may also become my consort... if that's something we both want."

Whatever response the maid had to the Queen's declaration was something Elsa, breathless now, could not recall as she finished the tale. "And that's all I can remember."

Dominic swallowed, and fought the urge to readjust himself in his uniform trousers, which he desperately needed. "I... Your Highness, that... was indeed an erotic dream, from the sound of it. Did it... help?"

Elsa glanced downward at his crotch, "Did I orgasm? No... I didn't even try. I was interrupted by overhearing a certain conversation. So yes, I am rather pent-up as well... if... if you still want to help me. I know you are interested in Emma, and now that Anna has kissed you- she's far more approachable and friendly, so-"

Dominic did something exceedingly stupid. It should have gotten him hanged.

Because he practically jumped over the coffee table between them, and threw himself onto the future Queen, before he kissed her as passionately as he could.

Perhaps it was the dream she had just told him about, one which had laid out the possibility of he, and Elsa, and Emma (who he did actually like, at least somewhat, though it was also true he barely knew her), in some sort of weird three-way relationship.

Perhaps the woman herself, who he was most definitely not falling for still, because it was probably too late, not that he could admit that.

Or maybe he was just a fool.

Either way, his lips closed on hers, and he expected ice-cold fingertips at his throat, pushing into him, pushing away, or maybe a spear of solid water through his chest.

That wasn't what he got.