Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
I walk into the throne room feeling a bit defeated but refusing to let it show. Blinking hard, I dust off the case that contains the King’s crown. Someday, Eric will wear it when it’s his turn to reign over Chromia, but who will his queen be? I’m falling for him, but I have to be realistic. He’s a prince, and I’m just a lowly maid. His family expects him to marry a princess or at least some wealthy heiress, and not someone from the palace staff.
I glance down at my uniform. Honestly, I’m kidding myself by thinking that I could have a future with Eric. What we share behind closed doors is great, but what will the world say when they see a maid dangling from his arm? I take the letter out of my pocket and read it over again. The language is touching as he professes his adoration, and he begs me to wait for him to get back from his tour. But should I? What if I waste my days waiting for him and he comes back with a governor's daughter on his arm? It would break my heart to see him with some other woman.
I pace back and forth on the marble floor as I try to decide what to do. I’m falling for Eric, but let’s be real: this man has a history of being a playboy. How do I know he won’t fall into another woman’s arms while he’s gone? It’s not that I mind waiting for him; I just need to know that he’s worth the wait. I wish I had someone I could go to for advice, but we’ve been meeting in secret. No one knows about our relationship, except for the stammering pageboy.
I fold the letter up and stuff it back into my pocket. How could King Wilhelm do this on such short notice? Does the king do this kind of thing often? I wish Wilhelm weren’t so impulsive because I miss Eric so much already; I don’t know how I’m going to make it three months apart from him. I’ve finally found love, and now it feels like it’s being snatched right out of the palm of my hand and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I finish dusting the King’s throne and then check to make sure I haven’t missed anything. The room is spotless, so I grab my cart and wheel it toward the elevator. I fight back tears as I wait for the doors to open. I can’t let anyone see me crying or they’ll want to know why. As a result, I take a deep breath and try to calm down as I get onto the elevator. I zoom up to the top floor again, this time knowing for sure that Eric won’t be there. Usually, I start with Princess Ella’s private quarters, but today, I decide to start with Eric’s.
I let out a soft sob as I unlock his door. I wheel the cart in and close the door, locking it behind me. Then in the privacy of the empty quarters, I walk into his bedroom and pick up a t-shirt he left lying on the floor. I bury my face in the shirt and inhale his natural scent. The smell warms my heart, and for a second, I feel like he’s standing right next to me.
I touch the sheets on his bed. We made love here only hours ago. It was passionate and breathtaking. Our bodies collided in the heat of the night, and I called out his name like a siren at sea. His powerful thrusts made a river flow between my thighs like never before, and each stroke took me higher and higher until finally, I ascended into the heavens as I climaxed with a bone-shattering scream. Just thinking about the hot, dirty sex we had last night makes my cunt throb.
But now that he's gone, I'll be without Eric’s touch and without his kiss. My days will be long, and my nights will be cold. He’s the only man I’ve been with, and I can’t see myself being with anyone else. I guess that pretty much answers the question for me, and I know what I have to do. Three months is a long time, but I have to wait for him. I know our relationship is new, but what we have is special, and I don’t want to lose it. Deep in my heart, I know Eric’s worth the wait.
This won’t be easy, but I know I can get through it. I’ll be counting the days until he returns, marking them off on my calendar one by one. It won’t be long until I’m in my prince’s arms again, my face nestled in his chest. Neither time nor distance can put out the fire that burns so brightly between us. This kind of passion only comes around once in a lifetime, and I’m willing to wait until it’s back in my possession again.