The Princess and the Wanderer

My god... this story is really starting to pick up.... So, for all my faithful readers, here is something I know you will enjoy.

Chapter 3: Fantasies and Fate

Who was that beautiful girl? When he saw her outside the castle gates, something about her immediately caught his attention. Was it her hair, her sea colored eyes? Whatever it was, he shook it out of his head quickly. First rule, never get attached. If she was working here at the castle, then they might be seeing each other again. But he couldn\'t risk getting involved. It wasn\'t what he wanted.... was it?

Entering the main hall of the castle so early might have been considered rude, but he wanted to enlist his services here. The man who offered him a ride here, told him that the queen woke early so she could talk to her daughter sometimes in private, or just because she wanted to. One of the servents told him to wait while he informed the queen on his arrivial. So he waited until he was announced inside.

\"Requesting presence in your court, Lord Antros.\" The man named Antros walked foward through the doors into the throne room. There sitting on the throne was the queen. He noticed another, slightly smaller throne, for her daughter. Remembering his manners, when he was a respectable distance from her, he bowed low. \"Greetings your Highness. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Antros.\" She looked ot him with some interest. \"And... why have you come so early to see me?\" Antros stood tall and spoke calmly. \"I am a wanderer, and my path has lead me to your kingdom. I wish to enlist my services to you, if you may...\" The queen thought about it for a moment. The morning sun shone through the stained glass windows displaying thier many patterns on the floor. She called a servent over and whispered instructions to him. Hastily moving, the queen smiled. \"Please wait a moment.\" Antros bowed and waited. He heard the doors behind him open and looked back. And there stood the beauty he passed just minutes ago. \"Yes mother? You called?\" Mother? So then she was the princess. But why was she working outside?

\"Ayisa, this is Antros.\" The two looked at each other again. After some silence, Antros spoke. \"We have already met.\" Ayisa only nodded her head, and moved over to her mother\'s side. \"Ayisa, this will be your new bodyguard.\" Ayisa\'s look was one of shock. Great, this means I definately will be seeing more of her... As much as it would test his limits, he needed the money. Hopefully, it wouldn\'t last long. \"Mother! I don\'t need a bodyguard!\" Antros was surprised, but only raised an eyebrow. She was definately someone with independence. \"Yes you do. Don\'t you remember when you went to the marketplace and-\" \"I can take of myself thank you very much!\" With that she stormed away into her chambers. \"I am sorry. She tends to be a bit...\" \"It\'s alright. I should try to at least do what I can.\" The queen smiled and told him where to go. Her chambers would be in the West Wing.


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Ayisa threw herself on the bed and pounded her pillows. \"Stupid mom.... Why can\'t she see I\'m just fine taking care of myself?\" \"Honestly, your the first princess I met that had that attitude.\" Ayisa turned to see Antros in her doorway. \"What are you doing here?\" Ayisa spoke with venom. \"I came here to check on you,\" he said in a calm voice. \"I am your bodyguard you know.\" Ayisa threw up her hands in defeat. She knew her mother was too overprotective of her. But getting rid of this man would be hard. Then she noticed he has removed his cloak, and she took back her thoughts before about him being irresistable. He wore a plain white shirt with a red vest and simple sky-blue pants. He was musclular, and she knew it must be because of his sword. He pushed some stray hairs out of his face. His hair hair went just past his shoulders, and he looked at her through light brown eyes. He hung his cloak on a chair. \"Well... what would you have me do then?\" She looked at him, her heart beating fast. Her breath was a bit short. \"Umm.. nothing... nothing right now.\" He nodded. \"Then permit me to explore the castle a bit.\" With that he left.

What... what was that feeling just now... She was confused. Never had she felt this way with anyone else before. But why? She closed her door, and now she was feeling frustrated. She knew the servents would not open the door without knocking and adressing thier presence. She began to take off her dress and laid it on the chair with Antros\' cloak. She walked to her bed and closed her eyes, letting her hands roam. She thought about seeing Antros with no shirt on, which was very easy for her to do. In her mind\'s eye, he was holding her gently, kissing her neck. Her hands went to her breasts and she played with her now erect nipples. He was now kissing down her body, never missing an inch, before going back up to kiss her lips. Ayisa let out a soft moan and one of her hands went lower. She soon found what she was looking for and started to rub her sex. She was feeling very wet now, and really into it when she put in the first finger, then the second. She continued this for awhile, her thumb rubbing her cilt, her other hand pinching her nipples until her orgasm came, and she lip her lip to keep from screaming. When all was said and done, she relaxed for a few moments, until someone knocked at the door. She got up surprisingly and quickly looked around. \"Just a minute!\" She hurriedly put on her dress and replaced her sheets. When everything was presentable, she opened the door to see Antros. \"Sorry, I came to get my cloak. Your mother just gave me a nice room.\" Ayisa nodded, hoping that he didn\'t notice her somewhat tired out look. But he merely grabbed his cloak and walked out the door.

As soon as he was out, and the door closed, he sighed. Antros had kept his expression unreadable, but it was hard to. He walked in on her, forgeting about knocking, but she was too busy wrapped in her own bliss to notice. He watched for a few minutes letting her finish, before he soundlessly closed the door and knocked, and despite what he just witnessed, trying not to show he knew. Now, he coudn\'t ignore the erection growing in his pants from what he witnessed. If things were going to be like this, then his own goals and rules would really be put to the test.


There you go, something for you all. See what a little patience can bring? And if that\'s what a little can do, what happens after a bit more....