The lord's weakness

The king, Ramon, Kassy and Myan returned to the courtyard. The servants that had accompanied third chief Hugo's family bowed in acknowledgment at their entrance.The king folded his hands behind him, the excess length of his long robe was trailing behind him. He took his position on the throne."The fourth princess is here." Myan announced. Kassy sat on the red stool that was positioned beside the throne and crossed one leg over the other.Myan stood behind her princess, keeping her head lowered."Bring the presents." The king's right hand man ordered the servants of the third chief's family. The servants were dressed in a uniform green, denoting a special occasion.Two men with drums around their waist began to create a melodious tune as the servants stepped forward."Where is Sir Harry?" Kassy spoke in a low voice, so only Myan could hear her."It's part

Myan wondered what she was supposed to do. From the way the princess had acted when she told her to reject the strangest man's marital offer, she knew there had to be more to his normal looking self. She noticed that his hands were empty and after looking around the dead bear, she found no explanation as to how it was dead without weapons. There were so many questions she had to ask. 

Myan knew that crying was pointless but she couldn't help herself, although it was especially uncomfortable to see through glossy eyes and being unable to wipe her tears, she let it fall down her cheeks.The royal entourage were dressed in a fancy attire and even though they couldn't see her face through the beaded facial fence, she could easily read the discomfort in their eyes,  seeing through those fake smiles and pretense.As was tradition, four guards bowed beside each corner of a mat that was sewn onto a square shaped wood. It resembled a carriage, except it had no roof,  they referred to it as a Typh.Her servants helped her on to it. Myan wasn't used to having things done for her and found it extremely foreign. The guards lifted the carriage onto their shoulders and began to move to the event while drummers and dancers escorted them to the courtyard. There was so much merriment and it accompanied di

Ash began to pant heavily, moving closer to a terrified Myan. The scared servant took fearful steps backwards, sobbing hard and using her arms as a facial shield. He tossed the melted crown to the floor and repeated his words, "you are not the fourth princess!" He stamped his words with an angry roar. 

Ash dug his face into her neck and sniffed delicately. His grip around her waist tightened and his breathing was slow and exaggerated. He wanted to have her so bad but he was respecting her opinion and dismissing his cravings.His dumb concubines would be back in a few weeks anyway. He had sent them off to show respect to his supposed new wife, but here his fake wife was, denying him access.His concubines never rejected him, they would beg and cry to have a taste of the long pole below his belt. "Tear me master!" They would cry. Pathetic."Never been touched before." He repeated her words from earlier and craned her head backwards giving his head more space.Myan unconsciously wrapped her arms around his wet back in reaction to his nose that was trailing up the skin of her neck. She had never felt so attached to someone in this manner before and she was having goosebumps invade her skin. Was this because