All Chapters of Touched by Forever: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Emily looked at Hannah ‘She is so dark. Looks like the red Indian slaves.’“A lady-in-waiting married to a Lord?” Emily asked.“I am not a lady-in-waiting; do you think a lady-in-waiting will be dressed as well as I am?” Hannah asked as she slipped the dress over Emily’s head.“I apologize. Didn’t mean to offend you,” Emily said, feeling her cheeks flush red.“We are understaffed right now, so my husband asked me to make sure that you look perfect for your wedding night,” Hannah said, buttoning the dress up.“Is the man I am marrying a good man?” Emily asked nervously.“I don’t know. It depends on who you will be marrying,” Hannah said, pulling the lace sleeves seam to line up perfectly.“What do you mean?” Emily asked, thinking that the dress was way too revealing, a style she has never seen before.“Well, soon you will meet several men, all royal, mostly Kings,” Hannah said.“Where are these royal men from?” Emily wondered.“Mainly Europe. Please take a seat so that I can do your ha

“I hear you have mated, and you are keeping her?” Queen Lana, his mother with red hair and blue eyes, asked, not approving.“Let him have her until we can find him a royal bride,” his father, King Makens, said.Prince Deacon wanted to give them a piece of his mind, but decided it can wait for another day. Prince Deacon signaled a lady-in-waiting to come over. “Take some food to princess Emily. She is in my room. Afterward, get her cleaned up and dressed for the day.”“Princess? I thought she is not a princess?” one of his brothers pointed out again.“As I said, I would have not mated with her if she did not have some sort of royal heritage,” Prince Deacon said, slamming his fist down on the table, making everyone jump a little.King Makens gave him a look of warning. ‘When will he learn to control his anger? This new girl better tame him, or I will get rid of her myself,’ King Makens thought with a stern warning on his face.After an uncomfortable breakfast that was nothing new, Prince

“You obviously have not seen him naked,” Kina said, smiling, thinking about Prince Deacon’s torso. “Are you ladies always so forward?” Emily asked, blushing. “The gentlemen here might call us ladies but trust me, once Prince Deacon is done with you, you will never want to be a lady ever again,” Sariyah chuckled, flipping her hand fan open, winding herself as she was getting hot just thinking about what Prince Deacon did to her. “Excuse me,” Emily said, and stood up, feeling she heard enough. “Sit down, dear,” Jayda said. “I feel a bit flushed. My skin is not used to the sun on this side of the world,” Emily said before walking away, the ladies giggling at her. “Guess we should follow her,” Kina said, standing up. The others followed her lead. The ladies caught up with Emily. As they walk back towards the castle, the ladies would give little bows accompanied by sweet smiles whenever a gentleman walked past them. Emily felt uncomfortable being associated with such women, as she w

“Here we are,” Hannah said, opening the door to a large room with large open windows draped with silk curtains. “Wow,” Emily exclaimed as she looked around at the rows and rows of dresses, hats, shoes, hair accessories, and jewelry. “The wardrobes that are in the rooms can fit seven at most,” Hannah said. “How do I choose just seven?” Emily asked, looking at an excessively thrilled dark pink dress. “Your lady-in-waiting will get used to your preference and will just select dresses for you every day,” Hannah said. “I am used to hand-me-downs from my best friend, but I don’t think I want to be wearing a dress that someone else or several other ladies has already worn,” Emily said, looking at the next dress. “Neither should you,” Prince Deacon said, standing in the doorway. “I don’t mean to be pinned up,” Emily said. ‘I did not even know he followed us,’ Emily thought. “I will send for my seamstress. She will whip you up a whole room of dresses in no time,” Prince Deacon said, hol

“Please stop,” Emily asked with a firm tone, her face red, feeling like every woman in the dining hall might know what he was doing. “Remove your hand from mine and continue eating,” Prince Deacon ordered her with a naughty smile on his face. Emily does as he said and felt him gathering the skirt of her dress, pulling it up, his hands touching her pantalets and fiddling with his fingers until he felt the open-cut that lead to the open part of her pantalets until his hand touched the skin of her inner thigh. “Please don’t do this, not here,” she pleaded as she felt his hand slip up all the way to her womanhood, touching her pubic hair, regretting it as he now sits with a full erection. Emily could feel the tears build up in her eyes, feeling violated. Prince Deacon watched her face, which was almost as red as the tomatoes on her plate. He was about to seek out her clitoris when he saw the first tear run down her face. He immediately retracted his hand, feeling ashamed of making her