Chapter 130
“The money must have gone to your daughter's head, Alfred. Don’t think I did not see you encouraging her to steal Lord Deacon away from my Freda,” Princess Bently said before taking a sip of her tea.
Alfred wanted to walk Emily over to their mansion next door, but before he could leave, Princess Bently stopped him. “Alfred, my tea is cold.”
“I will get hot water and a fresh cup,” Alfred said, walking over and taking the delegate floral print teacup and saucer off the table.
“Princess Freda, a fresh cup for you?” Alfred asked, walking around.
“Please,” Princess Freda said, putting her cup down.
“You will talk to Emily and tell her to stand down? Eliot is such a nice man. Surely he will make a fine son-in-law,” Prince Bently advised.
“He did not even know she exist until I received the money for Emily’s hand,” Alfred objected.
“True, but even after getting a large sum the day before yesterday, he still called on her this morning,” Princess Freda said.
‘I will be damn if I am going to let these two tell me who to give my daughter to,’ Alfred thought to himself as he walked to the kitchen to replace the cold tea.
In the kitchen, Alfred took a moment to look out of the window, watching Lord Deacon and Lord Wynn having a light argument on their doorstep.
‘I wonder what they are arguing about?’ Alfred wondered.
“Anything interesting?” the kitchen maid stood next to Alfred, looking out of the window, wanting to see what Alfred was distracted by.
***
“What are you going to do about your daughter?” Prince Deacon asked as they got back to his home.
“Perhaps she takes after her real father. Perhaps it is just a coincidence that she has the same features as Shysie and I,” Wynn argued.
“And if she does not grow old after a certain age? Or even worse, shifts for the first time? She will scare the town off and not know how to protect herself,” Prince Deacon said.
“Surely she has had her red moon by now and if she was a lycan, she would have shifted,” Wynn said, not willing to believe that Freda might be his daughter.
“Well, put in some effort at afternoon tea and find out,” Prince Deacon said.
Later that day, Wynn went over to Princess Bently’s mansion, slightly nervous, while Prince Deacon stood by the living room window. He looked over at the mansion that Emily stayed at, waiting for her to come over for the afternoon.
“Lord Wynn,” Alfred announced after opening the door.
“I thought Freda will be joining us for tea,” Wynn asked, looking around.
“She wanted to try coffee, so she is going with Emily to Lord Deacon’s for the afternoon.
“I see,” Wynn said, standing around uncomfortably.
Princess Bently wasted no time to start flirting with Wynn. “Let me take you on a tour of the mansion.”
“Have you always stayed here?” Wynn asked, knowing that they were nowhere near there when he deflowered her.
“My late husband, but not me. I moved here after we got married,” Princess Bently said as they made their way up the stairs.
Wynn could not help but notice her hips swaying, seducing him. ‘I wonder if she is doing it on purpose,’ Wynn wondered, lipping his lips and feeling his manhood stir.
“Lovely,” Wynn said out loud.
“Lovely indeed. I did not always love the L-shape on L-shape staircase, but it did grow on me,” Princess Bently said, thinking Wynn meant the staircase was lovely, unaware that he was referring to her swaying rear end.
“Whose room is this?” Wynn asked, stopping at one of the rooms when they reached the top of the staircase.
“Never mind that room,” Princess Bently said, but it is too late.
“Why is it locked?” Wynn asked when he felt the doorknob.
“Over here is a lovely reading room,” Princess Bently said, showing her hand toward another door.
“Show me what’s behind this door,” Wynn compelled her, curious to know what she was hiding behind the locked door.
Princess Bently reached for a necklace she carried around her neck with a key hanging from it and walked over to Wynn against her will. ‘What am I doing?’
Princess Bently unlocked the door, her face flushed. “Here we go.”
Princess Bently stood outside the room, not knowing where to look. Wynn walked inside the room with a grin on his face. “I did not take you for a lady that will have a s*x dungeon in her home.”
“My late husband,” Princess Bently started, but Wynn interrupt her.
“Join me,” Wynn invited her without compelling her, wondering if she would.
Hesitantly, Princess Bently entered her s*x dungeon.
“You should lock the door,” Wynn suggested, smiling.
Princess Bently could already feel the lust between her legs and turned her back to Wynn to lock the door and before she could turn back, Wynn pinned her against the door from behind, kissing her on her neck, making her gasp.
***
‘Why is Princess Freda coming?’ Prince Deacon thought to himself, stepping away from the curtain when he saw the two ladies walking over.
“Princess Freda and Miss Emily,” Benjamin announced the two ladies as they walked into the living room where coffee will be served.
“Where are all your servants?” Princess Freda asked when Benjamin brought in the coffee.
“Right now I only have the Cook that is also the housemaid and her husband Benjamin. That is an all-rounder,” Prince Deacon said, taking a cup of coffee served in an elegant tea cup.
Prince Deacon kept his eyes on Emily, taking a sip of coffee, wondering if she will remember the familiar taste that he once forced onto her.
“I expected it to taste really bad, but for some reason, it tastes familiar. I think I like it,” Emily said after her first sip.
Princess Freda spat her sip back. “I would like some tea, please.” Benjamin took her cup from her.
Prince Deacon hid his soft chuckle. “Miss Emily, did you know that you are a descendant of a royal bloodline that goes further back than Freda over here?”
“Excuse me? It is Princess Freda to you,” Princess Freda corrected him.
“My apologizes,” Prince Deacon said, not meaning it, as he was deliberately trying to offend her so that she will leave.
“Emily will make a fine lady-in-waiting, I should know. She stood in on many occasions when my own lady-in-waiting could not,” Princess Freda said, trying to insult Emily.
“I am sure lady Emily has enough money to get her own lady-in-waiting,” Prince Deacon said, sitting down on a chair near Emily, staring at her with a smile on his face.
“Emily is no lady, I assure you,” Princess Freda said, laughing.
“I beg your pardon?” Emily asked, shocked at her words.
“Just because you sold yourself to some lord does not make you a lady. If anything, it makes you damaged goods, ruined. You should be happy that lord Eliot is showing interest in you,” Princess Freda said without batting an eyelid.
“Freda, please leave my house. You are no longer welcome,” Prince Deacon said, standing up.
“I should be going as well,” Emily said, standing up, flushed with embarrassment.
“Stay,” Prince Deacon said, forgetting that she still had a compelling over her that made her obey him.
“Sure,” Emily said, sitting down again, against her will.
“You should really learn how to speak to a princess,” Princess Freda said, highly offended.
Prince Deacon walked to the wall where the bell cloth hung and pulled it.
“Benjamin, please see Princess Freda out,” Prince Deacon said.
Once Princess Freda was out of the house, Prince Deacon turned his attention to Emily. “Where were we?”
“You were telling me about my bloodline?” Emily reminded him, wondering why a lord will be interested in her instead of a princess.
***
Princess Freda stormed over and barged into her house as her mother came down the stairs, flushed, with Wynn close behind her.
“Mother?” Princess Freda asked, shocked at her mother’s flushed skin.
“Afternoon tea over so soon?” Princess Bently asked, still out of breath from a passionate session with Wynn.
“I think I am going to be sick,” Princess Freda said, running up the stairs at the realization of what her mother and lord Wynn did for afternoon tea.
