Tragic life of the Prince



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Sitting in his bed, Ralf thought about his encounter with Queen Eirwen. Even though he could have declined her request, Ralf decided not to. Getting to sleep with that lady wasn't the reason for that; well, it was one of them, but not the main one.

First, he too wanted to know what Cedric was up to. He was one of the biggest barriers on his way to the throne, and he couldn't just sit back and let that bastard scheme against him.

The second one was Eirwen.

By talking to her, Ralf realised that she was not as iron-willed as he had expected. She had a weakness, a vulnerability, that he could use in his favour. If he could somehow make her believe that her son had left her and was completely bewitched by Titania. Then, playing the right cards, he could gain her favour, thus gaining the support of the royal council too.

But it was easier said than done; after all, it was almost impossible to make her give up on her son and favour Ralf instead.

"Hah, we will see what can be done." Ralf sighed, then turned back to look at the lady standing beside his bed. She too gazed at Ralf, as if he were an unknown being she had never seen earlier.

Ralf turned his gaze towards her assets and was satisfied by what he saw—not the best he had seen, but acceptable.

Then why did he choose her?

It was because of the white slate she held in her hands. He didn't know if she was mute or something, but it was going to be a different experience, different from the usual maids that he fucked every night.

He shifted on the bed to face her and asked with a smile, "What's your name, young lady?"

The lady darted her eyes back and forth as if struggling to decide whether to answer or not, but soon a few words appeared on the slate: "Ava."

Ralf read the words, then patted his bed and offered the sweetest smile he could make: "Come sit here."

But listening to him, Ava suddenly took a step back and then fiercely shook her head, her eyes closing as if she feared something.

"Why, you don't like me."

If it were any other maid, Ralf would have already shoved his dick deep into her throat, but today he found this lady interesting and decided to take things slow.

Ava hesitated for a while, but soon another row of words flashed across the slate: "I heard about you from the other maids; they say you...

The words ended with a series of dots.

"I what?" Ralf pressed on; his interest peaked. He too wanted to know what they said about him behind his back.

Suddenly, Ava's neck turned a deep crimson. She turned her head to look at the wall, and the words on the slate turned into new ones. "They say, you are very big down there and are very rough to the young maids like me."

Ralf read the words, and his eyes widened, but then he threw his head back and laughed out loud, "Haha, well... they aren't wrong, you know."

Whoever told her that, Ralf believed it was a compliment.

Listening to him, Ava flinched, her brows furrowing in worry, but then Ralf's voice resounded again "But for you, I will be gentle."

'Fuck, why am I sounding like a lover trying to convince a young maiden to have sex.' He cursed in his heart.

But somehow, it worked, as a new row of words appeared on the slate: "Do you promise?"

'Damn, she is too innocent!'

Ralf again flashed his harmless smile and then moved forward to hold onto Ava's hand and slowly bring her closer.

Bringing his face closer to her, he used his other hand to rub her cherry lip and then asked in a soft voice, "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

Then, without looking at the slate that she clutched tightly, he nodded, "Well, I will take your silence as a yes." and locked his lips with hers.

Ava was taken aback by the sudden move, her deep, almond-like eyes widening in surprise. If not for Lady Eirwen's orders, she would have already escaped, but since the Queen was her only caretaker and the only one who really "listened" to her, she couldn't refuse her orders.

She still remembered it. About 10 years ago, when Eirwen visited their orphanage, she wanted a maid—someone who would remain loyal to her, wouldn't spill out her secrets, and who would be better at such a job than a girl who couldn't speak?

From that day on, she served the queen with all her might, and in return, she gave her a way to communicate with the world her magic slate—that could directly reflect her thoughts and feelings on the screen.

Even though she had done a lot of dirty jobs for her, Eirwen never told her to use her own body, and for this reason, Ava, despite being a maid, was still a virgin.

Thus, when the Queen told her to sleep with Ralf, she easily agreed.

Because she knew that the Queen would never harm her.

Ralf decided to take it slow, his tongue whirled in her mouth, trying to entangle her own tongue, like a snake trying to convince her partner to mate, but every time she escaped the last moment, as if shy and a little hesitant about her partner. But the snake was patient enough, he suppressed his aggressive nature and kept on trying.

And soon, his patience bore fruit, she finally agreed and allowed the snake to entangle her body to do whatever he wanted.

Ralf moved his hand to get a hold of her narrow waist, her skin was smooth and supple. He caressed her and then flipped her over so that she lay flat on the bed, while Ralf was directly over her, his hands pressing onto her arms, pinning her in place.

Being dominated in such a way, Ava, who was already a shy girl, blushed heavily, her face becoming red as a tomato, but since she was mute, she just couldn't express herself aloud. Sensing the burning gaze of Ralf, whose face was directly above hers, Ava averted her eyes, but soon a lick on her neck made her tremble again. 

Just as she had recovered, she felt him kiss her waist.

Zip!

With a swift move, Ralf unzipped her dress with his mouth. Slightly embarrassed, Ava tried to hide what had been exposed but found her arms pinned. She struggled, but a glare from the man above made her movements freeze.

Ava wore an azure bra, adored with multiple netted patterns, that gave him a glimpse at the soft and fair muscle behind it.

"Arigato!" Ralf suddenly exclaimed, then, moving down, he swiftly unhooked the bra and stuffed her huge breast into his mouth. He licked it thoroughly, then pulled it out, but sensed something was wrong.

'Hm…Yes, why isn't she moaning?' he thought.

Even if she was mute, she could at least let out a squeak or something.

He turned to look up and saw Awa facing the white slate that had escaped her hands. He released one of her arms, and she quickly moved to touch it.

Immediately, a new row of words appeared.

"Aaaaah"

Ralf "..."

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