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"The world in which we live is a very dangerous one Stormie, so you have to be careful", Massa said as we wove our way through the throng. We are on our way to the palace, Ruarc, Sia and Cocci having gone before us. I learned that the people here are Icelanders which explains the weird looks I was getting.
"It can't be that bad", I joked. Massa stopped abruptly. "This is not a joke crinka. Any slip-ups and you'll be dead. Do you now understand why you have to be on your guard always?".
I simply nodded. He continued walking again, stopping only before iced gates. Men outlined the gates armed. One bulky man walked towards us.
"Welcome home my prince".
So this is the palace. It's simply made up of ice, and utterly beautiful.
"Open the gates".
"She can't come in sir".
"Are you testing my orders? I said open the gates!".
The man signaled his men and the gates were drawn open. Hauling me by the arm, Massa pulled me inside. It was eerily quiet. The iced palace was surrounded by a vast courtyard, very large. It stood very tall, and I gazed up at it in wonder. Another set of doors awaited us, and Massa glared at the guards that guarded the iced doors. "Open the door".
"She can't come in my prince".
"Are you disobeying me?".
"Absolutely not my prince".
"Then open the damn gates".
They grudgingly opened the gates. Massa gently pushed me inside. I don't have time to admire the hall for Massa was already walking again. All I know is that the floors are iced. "The North wing belongs to the king and queen. The East wing is occupied by my brothers. The West wing is solely mine. The servants live in the boys' quarters. The whores live in a brothel. There is a harem, where all royal concubines reside."
"Will I be staying there?".
"No. You will be staying with me".
He guided me towards a fleet of iced stairs. I followed him up. After a while, we came to an empty wing.
"This is the west wing." He pointed to a door. "That's my training room. Over there is the kitchen. By the left is my study and here is my bedroom".
He opened the door and pushed me inside. The room is extremely spacious with a king-sized bed, a wardrobe, and a minibar.
He started to undress. "What are you doing?".
"Undressing. You should do the same".
His pants dropped to the floor. The sight of his muscled legs made me hot. He lay thick within his boxers, and I wonder if I'm the reason behind his erection.
"What? I'm not letting you see me naked!".
He rolled his eyes and flung open the wardrobe. He threw out a set of leather pants, lingerie, and a fur coat.
"Undress now Crinka".
"Turn around", I ordered.
He rolled his eyes, putting on black boots. He smoothed out his hair, dropping the fur coat across his shoulders.
He walked to me. I backed away. "We could either do this your way or my way. Undress now or I'll do it for you".
I don't move. He grabbed a hold of me, ripping the robe off me. I watched in horror as it fell to the ground. The air bit at my skin, and I hugged myself.
"Dress up. Your nudity is distracting".
I hurriedly put on the underwear, wearing the coat he threw at me. I have never felt so slutty.
"You will get used to it", he says after noticing my discomfort.
"How am I supposed to get used to this? It's going to be difficult because I've never done this before".
"Not my problem Stormie".
"So we're back to Stormie now?".
"Zip it. ", he said. "You've got to learn how to end every statement of yours with my prince. We need this to be realistic as it can get".
I nod. I'm not promising anything, but I will try.
"Now let's go".
"And where do you think you're going with her?".
Massa stopped and I did too., He straightened, shielding me behind him.
"Mother, only you would think to block my path when I'm running late."
"You didn't answer the question son. What is a wolf doing on our lands?".
"I was kind of expecting you to congratulate me for breaking yet another law".
"What kind of mother will I be if I do that?".
"Mine?".
"Enough of the delay Massa. What's a wolf doing on our lands?".
"Why don't you ask her yourself? I'm sure Stormie would like to meet you".
And before I could even protest, I'm thrown forward into the queen.
He put on the pants and reached for a scabbard I didn't see before.
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