Short Stories

Princess Valorie and the Unholy man

Warning very dark and possibly triggering? Not for younger viewers maybe? 

It had been a long day for Valorie, the evening proved to be equally as exhausting. Her body burned with the unspoken need for rest and silence, and her magical abilities burned within her. The tables below that filled the large eating hall were crowded with fellow lords and ladies, each waiting for their chance to impress the King and his new wife.

"How was training today Valorie?" Kind Harold, Valorie's father's eyes burned into her, branding her even as she stared down at the table in front of her. She was never to look at her father, even as his daughter she was never given the privilege of gazing into his eyes. As the princess, it was a great shame for her to admit she did not know the colour of her father's eyes. As a daughter, it brought tears to her own eyes.

"It was excellent father." Valorie kept her tone diplomatic in a way she hated. Valorie would never be able to express just how often she wished to tell her father everything going on in her life, all the changes had gone through and the suspicion she had about herself. A suspicion that she must stay hidden in the closet of her mind. The King's nod ended the conversation and the table of three sat in silence while they ate.

The food was delicious, full of vibrant flavours that danced on Valorie's tongue. After a long day that left Valorie's petite body feeling tired and achy the food and drink were welcomed by her stomach, savouring the nourishment. Too soon the food was gone and the night's entertainment was presented.

"Your majesty, I present to you tonight my son, who is certain to impress all of the lovely young ladies in here tonight, perhaps even those older ladies who value the looks of a young man. I hope, you sire may consider my son a worthy companion for your daughter's husband after his performance." Lord Henery stood in front of the oversized hall, dragging everyone's attention to him and his dashing son that had already been the talk of the town. Of course, there had been talk of Valorie marrying Leonardo, Lord Henery's son, in the past, however, Valorie had never taken it seriously before. Risking a glance at her father's face and seeing the pure intrigue that sat in his older features, Valorie feared the rumours may be made a reality tonight.

The music started, a slow sensual beat that made Valorie's heart stop. Valorie longed to beg for this to stop, stop before it began. Before what she suspected would happen did indeed happen. She could not make her mind and mouth work as one and instead sat in frozen, forced silence as Leonardo approached the middle of the room in a slow, predatory way that seemed to be making all the other women in the room swoon.

The music continued as one by one article of clothing was removed from Leonardo's young, toned body. Valorie chewed on her lip and her eyes stayed glued to his sensual movements. He was so delicate with each movement, his face portrayed no embarrassment at disrobing in front of hundreds of Lords and Ladies. His eyes stayed locked on Valorie as each piece of clothing was removed. Valerie longed to look away or advert her gaze but, her body betrayed her. Staying on his swaying naked hips even as his underwear started slipping down, down, down. They hit the floor after an eternity. Valorie's heart was beating faster, faster, faster, it was too fast. Valorie begged herself not to look at such an intimate private place, although no other woman including her new stepmother seemed to have no issue doing so. The risky look she took made her cheeks flush and she finally found the courage to look away. Valorie begged for this to end, begged for the torment to be stopped, begged for the ground to take her away. No such thing happened. Instead, the young confident stud that was Leonardo strutted out of the hall, through the tables, past the gawking women, and into the freedom of the next room where Valorie assumed more clothes were awaiting him.

"Well..." The King grunted, clapping his hands to bring his people's attention away from the door where a dashing, stunning, naked man had just walked through. "Please, socialise. Tonight's entertainment was... different. Now we may all drink and be merry." With their King's permission, the room erupted in chatter, laughter and conversation.

"Valorie!" Lady Mather approached the young princess with a bright smile. The older woman was something of a bore, but Valorie knew she must appease her. To be friendly with Mather was to be loved by all, to be unfriendly was to be hated by all. The two kissed each other's cheeks in the friendly manner accepted by many.

"Lady Mather, how is your husband this evening?" Valorie had the habit of keeping the conversation away from herself and the pending doom of her future unwanted marriage.

"Lord Terrance is very well, how is your father and his new bride?" Mather asked in a pleasant voice while eyeing the couple in question. Mather's desire for the king was not a secret to anyone in the court, something Valorie was unsure how her husband delt with. For everyone to be gossiping about his wife's infatuation with the king must be embarrassing for such a proud man. He never did complain which is something Valorie often admired.

"They are well, a happy union it has been thus far." Valorie gave a very brief description of the marriage, one she often gave. Valorie was much too prideful to admit she did not know. She saw embarrassingly little of her father and even less of the new woman that hung on his arm. The power within burned, reminding her of the fact she had yet to release it today. Her skin started to boil to the touch.

"I do hope you follow your father's lead and marry soon," Mather spoke gently and Valorie forced a crooked, firey smile on her face.

"Of course, I do love how you wish the best for me Lady Mather but I must be excused. It has been ever such a long day." Valorie barely took the time to hear Mather's goodbyes before she took off. The anger and frustration of the day collected within her, adding fuel to the flames that burned within.

"Princess Valorie!" a much too familiar voice called when Valorie was ever so close to her freedom. The magic within burned like a curse at the sound of Leonardo.

"Sir Leo." Valorie casually greeted Leonardo hoping to be rid of him soon.

"Did you enjoy my performance?" Leonardo had a smug smirk on his face, so sure that she would say yes and fall ungracefully into his bed.

"It was... something." Valorie lacked the words it would take to describe how such a performance provoked her.

"I've rendered the princess speechless." Valorie's skin boiled hotter the longer she and Leonardo spoke. To Valorie's displeasure, Leonardo was standing in only a robe that did nothing to hide the boner that stood up so gracefully against his toned stomach.

"Perhaps this conversation could wait for another day when we are both much better prepared." Valorie's suggestion seemed to humour Leonardo who let out a laugh causing visible movement of his lower region.

"I think you can see that I am perfectly prepared." Leonardo's wink sent shivers down Valorie's spine.

"I must insist I leave," Valorie begged for an exit as her skin burned hotter and hotter, she needed the release of her ability before the flames took over her entirely. Noticing the flush in Valorie's usually paled cheeks and the flames that seemed to burn in her eyes Leonardo mistook Valorie's desire for an exit as desire for him.

"You can touch you know, I know a much simpler way to extinguish those flames within you," Leonardo spoke, giving Valorie a false hope for a simpler life away from the curse of her magical abilities.

"Touch what?" Valorie questioned, praying it was something that would take away her abilities.

"Me." Leonardo's smirk broke apart of Valorie and her skin burned hotter than they ever had. Valorie shook her head.

"You miss understand." Leonardo just shook his head at Valorie and grabbed her clothed wrist, feeling the heat that radiated from her burning skin. Pushing aside his robe he placed her unclothed hand on his unclothed penis. Instantly her hand scorched the muscle it had touched and Leonardo screamed out in agony. "I'm sorry!" Valorie cried out. A crowd approached and surrounded the two as Leonardo fell to the floor in agonised groans and cries.

"Oh my!" Mather's voice cried in outrage. The King's voice was next.

"Valorie! To your room now!" The King yelled at his daughter. In a shocked haze Valorie could only nod emotionally and let out a futile sorry.

Within her room Valorie lay on the bed, carefully lighting candles with the tips of her fingers. Tonight's incident only proved to her what she already knew. Valorie was interested in women. Only women. It was something she would now have to address or keep hidden and live an unhappy, unsatisfied life, full of fear.