Prince Derrick rode back to the royal castle feeling annoyed by Claire Wilson's words to him at her place.
He couldn't help but wonder who was that man that had captured Claire's heart so dearly? What does he have that he prince Derrick don't have? Money? Connections? Fame? 'What is it that was so special about this said man?' he thought in his mind. Arriving at the castle, he got of his horse and a servant quickly took his horse to the royal stables where it would be attended to properly. He went straight to his mother's apartments where he saw her discussing with the prime minister of Naviel, Lord Anthony windspark. He immediately greeted them and told them of his reason to see his mother. They listened to him attentively before queen Jasmine said to him, "My dear, I know you are really upset with what Claire Wilson told you today but please if I may advice you, as a mother, I would say that you give her some time, maybe she's just infatuated with this same man. But if she still insist on holding unto this same man, I would advice that you find another lady to settle down with. I mean there are beautiful girls far more better than Claire." "You're mother is right you know." Prime minster windspark added. "She knows what's best for you, as she always have you in her heart." "Thank you mother, thank you lord windspark. I feel a little bit better now." Prince Derrick felt better talking to his mother. Not wanting to disturb their conversation any further, he left the Queen's chambers to go take a walk in the royal garden. Immediately Prince Derrick left her chambers, Queen Jasmine went straight to lord windspark and sat on his laps. She then started to talk dirty with him, whispering unknown words into his ears. One thing led to another and they ended up making love that night. Yes prime minister windspark was her lover. Every woman no matter who she is, needs proper care and attention. ... A few hour later... Prince Derrick was on his way to his apartments after his wonderful time in the garden. He was passing through the corridors that separated his apartment from that of Queen Cordelia and her children when he saw a beautiful maid. This said maid was known as Mabel. In the quiet candlelit halls of the castle, Mabel moved with a soft rustle of her simple linen gown, its earth-toned fabric a subtle contrast to her rich, chocolate-brown skin. Her unusual blonde hair, a legacy of a distant ancestor, was braided tightly beneath a starched white cap, a few strands escaping to frame her warm, round face. Her figure, robust and womanly, filled the modest dress with a quiet strength, her full busty figure gave her out, a testament to her hardworking nature. With a quick smile and eyes like dark polished wood, she was making her way to the servants quarters, having finished her nightly duties. Unaware of the danger lurking around her. Prince Derrick upon seeing her, immediately lost control over himself. He couldn't resist his urges again. "Who's there?" he calls out, causing Mabel to halt on her tracks. "Yes, Your highness." came Mabel's humble reply upon sighting Prince Derrick. "Get over here!" Prince Derrick commanded barely able to keep control of himself. "Yes my lord." Mabel replied and went over. Prince Derrick then grabbed her forcefully and took her into his chambers. "My...my..." stammered the poor and frightened Mabel. But Prince Derrick was far from beyond control. Inside he placed her on the bed and began to take off his shirt. Mabel who was still trying to process what was happening immediately understood when she saw him taking of his shirt. No! It can't be. She began to plead. "My prince please, you can't do this to me, I beg of you." she said while trying to struggle from his grip. But Prince Derrick did not listen to her but instead began to explore her body. He tore her dress into pieces, giving him access to her body, and began to play with her br**sts. The maid still continued to plead in tears. Mabel on the other hand was in pain and agony. She began to cry and tried to push him away but he was too strong for her. She even got slapped her in the process, for trying to resist him. After about a few minutes of forceful exploration, Prince Derrick became tired and decided it was time to go for the main dish. Using one hand to hold her down, he pulled off his remaining clothing and then rammed himself inside her. The maid screamed and bite him on his shoulder drawing blood in the process, for she was a virgin and he took her first time forcefully. This was a day she would never forget in her life. Prince Derrick on the other hand didn't seem to care, instead he was having a time one of the best moments of his life. ..... After more than an hour plus of the intensed love making Prince Derrick finally had his fill. But he was also tired. He rolled over to the other side and slept off. Mabel was also tired. She was so weak to move around and her legs hurts like mad. She looked down and saw blood gushing out from her legs. Upon remembering how her pride had been forcefully taken, she burst into tears and cried till she was too weak to do so any longer. 'Is this how I lost my pride, am not even married or engaged to any man but I have lost my dignity and honour as a woman?' She thought in her mind. Everything around her felt utterly useless to her. With her pride gone, it was nothing less than a bad day for her. She continued to sob, train her possible best to forget everything that had just played out a few hours ago. But reality was harsh. After sometime, she fell asleep out of exhaustion, her body still sore from the brutal dish served to her by Prince Derrick.Latest Chapter
Chapter 97: Mabel in danger.
Jacob Wilson woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside his window, the warm sunlight streaming into his chambers. He stretched, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Today was his first day as the Earl of Ashwood, a title bestowed upon him by King Alfred himself.As he dressed in his finest attire, his valet, Thomas, helped him with the intricate lacework on his shirt."Today's schedule, my lord. You will meet with the town mayor, Alderman Wilkins, to discuss the harvest tax. Then, you will make a visit to the local blacksmith, Master Fletcher, to inspect the new shipment of iron. And, of course, you will preside over the town's weekly court session."Jacob nodded, his mind racing with the tasks ahead. He made his way to the great hall, where a hearty breakfast awaited him. His steward, Coleman, greeted him with a bow. "Breakfast is served, my lord. And may I say, congratulations on your first day at office."The day unfolded with a flurry of activity. Jacob met with Al
Chapter 96: First Day as a Crown Prince 2.
"With all due respect prime minister, I beg that you tone down your voice as you're in the presence of the king. Moreover, the person you are talking to is also the crown prince of this great nation. So please kindly watch your tone." Lord Henry, the finance minister cautioned lord Windspark politely.Prime Minister Windspark couldn't help but stare daggers at him, as if saying:"Are you undermining my authority or what?"But Lord Henry wasn't one to back down easily.'And so what if you're the prime minister. You're still a fucking man like me.' he snorted on his mind.Arthur's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. He didn't even take what prime minister Windspark said to heart.To him prime minister Windspark was already a dead man in his heart. It was just a matter of time.Prince Arthur turned to his father as he continued his speech."Furthermore, Father, I propose we establish a 'Merchant's Guild Bank' – a central institution to manage the kingdom's finances and encourage trade."King
Chapter 95: First day as crown prince 1.
The grand conference room was filled with the soft murmur of hushed conversations as the cabinet members took their seats. Arthur, resplendent in his formal attire, entered the room with a quiet confidence, his eyes scanning the room before taking his place at the head of the table.He also secretly observed the mood of all the cabinet members.Prime Minister Windspark's expression was a mask of neutrality, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of discontent. He, along with a few other cabinet members, had been opposed to King Alfred's decision to name Arthur the crown prince.Lord Henry, the finance minister, and Adviser Thomas exchanged a look of approval. They had pushed for Arthur, recognizing his potentials at first glance."Gentlemen, let's begin," Arthur said, his voice clear and firm. "I want to discuss reforms, and not just any reforms but reforms that would bring better benefits to the kingdom at large."Prime Minister Windspark raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "W
Chapter 94: Telling Queen Cordelia the truth.
Queen Jasmine stormed into her chambers, the doors slamming shut behind her. She seethed with anger, her chest heaving with rage. How dare they! How dare they deceive her like this!How dare they trample on her feelings?She strode over to a nearby chair, lifting it high above her head before slashing it to the ground. The wood splintered and cracked, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her fury. She kicked the remains, sending them flying across the room."Fools!" she spat, her voice venomous. "They think they can outsmart me? I will show them what it means to cross Queen Jasmine!"She turned to a nearby table, sweeping her arm across its surface, sending vases, candlesticks, and perfumes crashing to the floor. The sound of shattering glass and porcelain was music to her ears."Why Arthur?" she raged, pacing the room like a c caged animal. "Why not Erics? He's the chosen eldest, the rightful heir! What game is King Alfred and his cabinet members playing?"She stopped in front of
Chapter 93: Coronation day, a big earth shattering surprise.
The sun rose over the kingdom, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets. Today was the day – the coronation of the next heir to the throne, the crown prince, and also the investiture of Jacob Wilson as the Earl of Ashwood.In the grand estates, nobles and officials donned their finest attire, a kaleidoscope of colors and fabrics on display. The men wore tailored robes with intricate embroidery, their swords at their sides, while the women shimmered in silk and satin gles, their hair styled in elaborate headdresses.Meanwhile, in the town, commoners traded their everyday clothes for their Sunday best. The air was thick with excitement as people donned their finest, albeit more modest, attire – crisp white shirts, patched but clean trousers, and dresses made of flowered cotton.As the crowds made their way to the cathedral church, the atmosphere was electric. The nobles took their reserved seats, their finery on full display, while the commoners packed the rear of the church,
Chapter 92: A nice family time, admist jealousy.
The Wilson mansion was a hive of activity, with the newly hired servants scumming about to prepare for the biggest day of their lives. Claire's father, Jacob Wilson, was to be coronated as the Earl of Ashwood, and the family was leaving no stone unturned in their preparations.Claire, resplendent in a sunny yellow gown, was overseeing the decorations, her eyes shining with excitement. "Mother, are you sure this is the right color scheme?" she asked, holding up a swatch of golden fabric.Her mother, Lady Elaine, smiled, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Darling, it's perfect. Gold and crimson, it's such a nice combination. Your father will be thrilled to see it.""Well if you say so." Claire said and continued with her work.As they worked, Claire couldn't help but think about the future. The Ashwood earldom was a prestigious title, and their family's rise to nobility was almost complete. She wondered what it would be like to live in the grand Ashwood Manor, to be the young lady of
