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ERIC’S POV

“The mistress is here, my king”. The servant says. I pour wine into the goblet and look toward the servant. I move my eyes from the servant towards the big windows from which the magnificent gardens are visible. The windows are open so cold winds are coming inside my room chamber. I like this cold wind. I am sitting on the couch. This couch is placed near the windows.

“Send her inside”. I order the guard and he leaves after bowing his head. I am feeling so lonely tonight. I know this is all because of Isabelle. This room feels so lonely without Isabelle. Before her, I never felt these foreign feelings but now because of her, I have started to have feelings that I never had.

I am feeling bored. I want her to be beside me, near me so that I can touch her. More than this, I think I want her presence. Only her presence can bring peace to me. She is the only one who can give me peace. I want to inhale the beautiful scent which comes from her. I want to roam my hands in her beautiful hair. More than everything, I want to be inside her. Just by thinking about her, I feel my erection.

The door opens and the mistress comes inside. I look at her face. She is Margaret, my mistress. I have fucked her more times than I have fucked any other mistress. She is good to spend a night with. I have not spent a night with her for two years. She is beautiful. She was sent to me as a gift for me to do as I please with her. I made her my mistress.

Her head is bowed and her eyes are cast downwards. I can see that she has done extra effort in looking beautiful tonight. Even from a distance, I can sense the scent of saffron coming from her. Her body is covered with a big cloth which she is covering over her shoulders.

“Remove the cloth”. I ordered her. “As you order, king”. She says in her sweet voice. She removes the cloth from her body. My eyes move from her face to her body. It is still like before. She has a beautiful body like her face. I smirk after seeing what she is wearing. She is wearing nothing except a little piece of transparent fancy cloth on her lower region which does little in covering. In other words, she is practically naked just how I like my mistresses to be.

Her big bosoms are lightly covered by her black hair and she is looking at the floor like an obedient slave should, in front of the king. “Come closer and kneel”. I ordered her and she walked towards me in a style only she could walk. I know what she is trying to do. She is trying to seduce the king. As ordered, she comes near me and kneels on the floor near my legs.

I move my fingers from her chin to her neck and towards her big bosoms. I move my fingers on her nipple and then pull my hand back.

“Give me permission my king. Give me permission to ease your worries and make this night pleasurable for you”. She says in her seductive voice. I feel aroused. I gesture for her to continue.

She comes towards me and starts roaming her hands on my chest. I lean back and close my eyes. She softly roams her hands on my naked chest and unties my gown. She is kissing my chest. I want to fuck her and release my stress. I am getting irritated by her slow behavior.

I open my eyes and move my hands towards her round bosoms. I squeeze them hard and she screams in pain. I knew she would scream in pain and I loved it.

Her screams turn something inside me and I am getting excited. I love screams. With my fingers, I take a hold of her nipples and pinch them. “Ahh! My king, please”. She screams in pain. Yes, I love this. I grab her by the neck and put her beside me on the couch. I remove my gown and get on top of her. She is roaming her hands on my chest. Tonight, I will fuck her hard and raw.

I move my hands lower and tear the small cloth she had worn just for the show. Suddenly my eyes fall on her face and Isabelle’s face comes in front of my eyes. Isabelle! I blink my eyes and see Margaret’s face. This makes me angry. Why does Isabelle's face have to appear in front of my eyes? I got up from above her and picked up my gown which was on the floor. I wear it and move towards the window.

Now I don’t need Margaret. I need Isabelle.

“Get out”. I order her while looking outside the window.

“My king, have I made a mistake? Please don’t do this with me. Forgive me-“. Margaret starts crying and begging. The pathetic sounds of crying are just making me angrier. If she does not leave this second, then I will kill her. I don’t want her filthy blood to ruin my room.

“I SAID GET OUT”. I shout angrily. After this, I hear the shuffling and then the door opens and closes. If she had not left, then the guards would have been taking her dead body out. I want Isabelle and I cannot wait any longer. Now, I don’t want anyone except her.

I look towards the moon. She is as beautiful as the moon.

I am obsessed. Her love has now turned into an obsession. I have never felt such feelings for anyone and I never thought that I would ever feel such emotions towards anyone.

I crave only her. What your love has done to me, Isabelle? I wonder how I let a girl do this to me. She is not from a noble family nor she is a princess of some kingdom. She is just a commoner from a village and now a slave but still, she has captured my heart. In the world’s eyes, she might be just a slave but only I know that she now rules the king’s heart.

Tonight is the last night Isabelle in which you are alone. From tomorrow you will be with me every night. I could have called you tonight and you would not have been able to do anything about it but I want our first night to be a special and memorable one.

I will never let you leave me. If you ever dare to run, then I will bring you back, and now your whole life is with me. I have written this in your destiny, Isabelle.

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