Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I stand there only a second longer before turning on my heel. Throwing one last glance at the jug of water in the corner, I decide that Lady Daphne is going to have to wait. There’s a mystery to be solved, and I put my head down and begin chasing the woman, the panties still dangling from my fingers. I’m going to figure out who she is, what she was doing, and most of all, what she means to Prince Haakon.
After all, our Crown Prince is a devastatingly gorgeous man. He’s got night-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a physique that resembles a Greek god with those broad shoulders and powerful thighs. It’s embarrassing, but I always feel light-headed in his presence, and my knees go weak. I seem unable to formulate words and merely end up smiling like a fool.
Fortunately, Haakon doesn’t notice, or more accurately, he’s never noticed me. There have been a few times when he blinks and cocks his head when I stand in front of him, but that’s all. He never remembers my name, and hardly seems to recognize my face either, although I’m at the palace every day. I suppose I’m just another serving wench to him, and we all look the same.
Still, I’ve heard the craziest things about the men of the royal family, and while they’re just rumors, I’d love to know more. Supposedly, there’s some kind of genetic mutation where the men end up having two dicks. Yes, it’s insane, but all the girls on staff whisper about it, and we love giggling and speculating about Haakon’s anatomy. Does our Crown Prince have two cocks with two sets of balls, or two cocks joined at the base to one set of balls? Do the two cocks even point the same way? Maybe one juts out from his groin at a ninety-degree angle when he’s aroused, but the other dangles downwards. Or maybe the second dick points backwards through his legs, although that would certainly make sex awkward. You’d practically have to be a contortionist to accommodate him then.
Of course, no one has any solid proof of this so-called “anatomical anomaly,” although it’s been rumored to run through their family for generations now. Allegedly even King Fjall has double dicks, and assorted ladies whisper that he fathered our Crown Prince with his upper cock, and then Ragnar, his second son, with his lower cock. That tidbit only made us serving girls descend into fits of convulsive laughter because Fjall is so old that even the visual is gross. But hey, our king was young once, so I suppose anything is possible.
But now, I race down a set of stairs, still hot on the heels of the young blonde. Where is she going? What am I going to find? I hope it will reveal something about Prince Haakon and his special anatomy because that would be incredibly juicy … and very, very dirty as well.
2
Matilda
The blonde is certainly more athletic than she looks. I wouldn’t expect a skinny girl wearing high-heeled boots to be able to run so fast, but she leads me on a crazy chase. The girl clatters down a spiral staircase in the back of the castle before bursting into a dirt courtyard below. Then, she flies across the square before exiting the castle walls and disappearing into the surrounding neighborhood.
Of course, I do my best to follow although I’m not exactly an athletic person. I’m actually very curvy, so it’s awkward as my big breasts bounce and my thighs jiggle. Fortunately, the dress I’m wearing is a loose homespun shift, and it doesn’t impede my movement. Even better, as a lady in waiting, I’m allowed to wear flat shoes, so I have on cute Mary Janes with padded insoles. They’re a life-saver, I tell you. When you’re on your feet as much as I am, comfortable shoes are a must.
But the girl leads me on a crazy chase. We snake through the streets of Old Town, wending this way and that. She accidentally knocks some fruit off a stand, causing the vendor to bellow with rage, but she doesn’t stop. Meanwhile, plump oranges bounce out onto the street, forcing me to skip and jump like a fencing champion.
Then, the blonde practically barrels down an old lady with a cane, and I rush forward to help.
“Are you okay?” I ask breathlessly. “Oh my god, that woman is insane.”
The grizzled old crone merely snorts, planting her cane firmly on the ground.
“That Lizzie has always been an odd duck,” she spits into the dirt floor. “Or should I call her “The Gilded Lily” now?” she adds in a dark tone.
By now, I’ve lost the blonde, but the old lady looks at me with slanted eyes.
“Why are you chasing Lily? What do you want with us Old Towners? You’re clearly not from here.”