wish come true

The prince could not imagine that the young lady would be doing it on purpose, but she made his pulse quicken even more as she lifted her dress up, putting a pair of delicate ankles on display. Her dress was already less modest than the average lady’s and his mouth was already dry with excitement and the chance of seeing more of her in the future. He almost did not hear her answer through the thoughts that occupied his mind. The prince had to pull himself back to reality quickly so that she could not tell what might be going on inside his mind in that instance.

“Join you?” He was surprised at her boldness. Since he had come to the garden she had been ordering him around as though she was his superior, when in fact he was the superior of most of the country.

Her words came across as a challenge. And the prince was not known for saying to not a challenge, ever.
“I am sure he does not, my lady” he smirked as he pulled off the coat he was wearing to allow for some more mobility. He had not had a chance to do so for the chase.

“But no one challenges a prince” he started and put a hand on one of the lower hanging branches. “And gets away with it” he continued as he pulled himself onto her branch with ease. He had certainly not climbed trees for many years, but his body seemed to be able to do so through muscle memory.
“Now, I may have to punish you for it, my lady” he said, a smirk still plastered on is face.

It was known, although not to many, that Andrea Romano was the king’s mistress. There were rumours and whispers of it, though nothing concrete, no evidence. She had only been his mistress for a short while and the king had asked Andy to be secretive. She wondered if it was because he did not want to hurt the queen’s feelings or if it was in fact, to benefit Andy herself. Andy may not be a virgin, having been married and widowed, but her reputation was still intact. At least mostly. As she approached the king, she could see more lords and ladies whispering to each other, no doubt wondering where she got the nerve. Andy had learnt to ignore them. The only person’s opinion that mattered, was the king’s.

“My king” She said as she approached him and sank onto the floor in a curtsey. The king stopped his conversation abruptly and stood and Andy remained on the ground with her head bowed down.

“Lady Andrea!” Excplaimed the king gleefully as he reached out his hands to help her back onto her feet. No doubt the curtsy had allowed him a decent look at her breasts, which of course was the reason for the deep curtsy. “Are enjoying the festivities?” Smiled the king as she finally met his eyes, standing back up.

“Oh yes, your highness! It is the most splendid ball” She complimented quickly and then tilted her head slightly, a look of concern wiping her smile away somewhat. “Only…” She began and the king furrowed his eyebrows at this.

“Only what?” He seemed concerned that something had happened to her, making Andy blush slightly.

“I only wish I could have danced with you, my king…” She said looking up at her king through her eyelashes. If there was one thing she was good at, it was flirting. Evidently, as the king chuckled slightly and held out his hand once more.

“Then I shall make your wish come true, my lady” He smiled and then led Andy onto the dance floor as a the old song stopped to play. Andy shot her brother and father a content smirk as she passed them, her arm on the king’s. Even if her sister and brother failed in their task that night, her father could not say that Andy had done so.