| The roses had a fragrance that reminded her of her childhood. The scent was sweet. It was the scent she had perceived sitting here exactly eleven years ago. She had been watching the blue jay back then, fascinated by its chirp. Then as now, she felt that this bird’s song sounded like a young girl chattering. “Chip-Chirp-Chap-Chap-Chap-Chrrrrrrwadie”. It made her happy. That and the roses made her calm. Funnily enough, before she had been abducted she had also left the birthday entourage to be alone. Back in 1411, she had sent her guardian Tom Barnes away. The fuss that everyone had made around her had been too much. Now in 1422, looking back at that horrid event, she knew why she had left. To be alone. Feeling guilty about that, after all she was a princess, she had taken a walk around the grounds. Maybe then, she would have the courage to go back to the castle. Tom, she found out later, had also wandered around the grounds, but in the wrong places. It was not until he heard her screams that returned to the palace in order to fetch the king. It had taken the king five years to forgive the 14 year old boy. A fragrance that brought a smile to her lips was the rose. They had been planted by her mother decades ago, these roses, and returned now each year. The roses gave her hope of continuity. It was only when she left this place that she felt unsafe. But Belinda did not know why she had such moodswings. They always came right before something terrible was about to happen. She knew herself well. She would return soon enough and tonight she would party herself to bits. Then, in the middle of all that partying, something terrible would occur.Why? She did not know.Belinda’s screams still echoed in her own ears, her tears so volcanic that her cheeks burned with pain. The poppyfields behind her, she had left the palace and headed unwillingly for enemy lands. She had been tied to a rack and spat upon. Her aunt had promised to spread a plague upon Belinda’s kingdom as she lay there on the rack. She had spoken of revenge. She had spoken of Lucinda’s revenge and told her that a woman named Nina Ray would appear in 1422 and bring forth the eternal apocalypse.Belinda always came back to the garden and smelled the roses.Right now, she did feel confused. A newly married princess, chased.Before that event, her’s had been a happy childhood. A childhood spent laughing in the meadows, teasing the courtiers and basking in the sunshine, looking forward to one day ascending the throne her father was now occupying. She remembered being free of cares and concerns. It had been a childhood spent admiring the roses. Her mother’s roses growing and blossoming in a secret garden in the midst of what her father, the king, called Iuventus Sacrum. The palace of sacred youth. The home of the rose. The home of the sweet fragrance. The home of young people. The home of hope.Marigolds, lillies, rosemary, ivy, daisies, iris, peony, violets and snowdrops. In her youth, during her time as a young queen, Sieglinde had herself overseen the erection of this garden. The Greek statues here had been created at the special request by Queen Sieglinde. In here, she had never been attacked. This year of 1422, eleven years later, Lucinda had tried to kill her, while she was skinnydipping in the lake by the waterfall, also outside the garden. Lucinda had never come in here. This garden had existed during Lucinda’s time at the castle. Even in 1392, Lucinda had never bothered to come. Maybe, the garden was too beautiful for her taste.Lucinda had been gone thirty years now. Everyone dreaded her return. Everyone hoped that she wouldn’t. Belinda knew that she would.The consensus was that pain and pleasure walked hand in hand in her life and always had. Belinda sighed, her hands travelling down her breezy cotton dress. The fabric of her dress felt summery and feminine and easy. The wind caressed her ears, making them buzz just a little bit. The creaking of the iron gate in the gust of winds didn’t matter. Belinda let the blue jay that had just arrived caress her audial spirit. “You saved me, father. Save me now. Stop Lucinda.”She felt like Jesus by on the night he was betrayed.“Oh, Lord. Take this cup away from me, because I don’t want to taste its poison.” The bird was beautiful, its blue wings spreckled with white and black spots. It clicked and purred a few times, sitting on that apple tree branch ten feet away. Belinda grabbed the outer most wooden bar and supported herself up. She walked down the meandering path past the marigolds carefully over to the bird, just softly enough not to scare it away. Belinda tiptoed over to the branch, surprised that it had not yet flown away. It just sat there and seemed to enjoy this young girl as she just stood there watching it.For the first time in several minutes, Belinda felt relaxed. In the midst of this wild partying, Belinda had found a moment to return to paradise. Was she fleeing? Yes, Belinda was fleeing with an intensity brought on by the fear that she would be attacked and this time die. Lucinda was avenging herself on her father. Lucinda would not kill her. Mame her, yes.Belinda looked over at the meadow. The Greek statues arranged in a circle seemed to be looking at her, turning their heads and waiting for her to do something. Anything.“God, my feelings are in turmoil. Why can’t I relax?” Her father had chosen the 23rd of September 1422 just to spite Lucinda. October the 13th 1422 had arrived. Tonight was the last festivity of the wedding feast. On Thursday, Steven and she would be leaving for the south. Their honeymoon in paradise, as they called it, would commence. Was Belinda superstitious? In this case, yes. She knew Lucinda. After all, she had burned down the summer house. Her father had told her stories of that old place. A Greek Temple of Feasts, dedicated to Dionysos. It had been called the Summer House, because of the many parties that occured there during the summer time. It had a great open atrium in its middle, where her father King Alexander had been sitting with her mother and her father’s parents and siblings. Lucinda had been locked up in the attic. Alexander had wanted to keep an eye on her. But Lucinda had broken free and appeared naked, drenched in the blood of a guard that she just had devoured. She spoke in a reverse language, mixed with old Latin and Greek. There was some Egyptian thrown in there, as well. Soon, all hell had broken loose. The place had caught fire, Alexander’s parents and his siblings were killed in the fire. Alexander chased Lucinda around the ground and finally threw her into a cage and ordered the coachman to take her into the enemy land of Nocturania and dump her there. Lucinda swore to return.“In thirty years, a magic spell Will send you all to the depths of hell.Twice before then, I shall returnIn 1422, you all will burn.”Belinda took a look at the innocent blue jay, now sitting on the statue of Dionysos. He was standing and holding grapes. According to his own account, losing his family had made him a wild, crazy rover. He had his wife, he made love to her. But he also had a mistress. When Belinda’s mother found out, she left her father with a newborn baby named Morgana, Belinda’s sister. Funnily enough, this sister was now known as the royal harlot. Funny, Belinda thought to herself, that a child born during a time of infidelity should turn into a whore. Belinda’s mother had returned to King Alexander and gave birth to the next sibling, a moody boy named Patrick. So, Belinda’s older brother became the melancholy one. Belinda’s arrival in 1400 had been a glory, or so her father had said. Lucinda had arrived a second time. In 1422. She had attacked Belinda by the waterfall and almost killed her. Now, Belinda was petrified of what was going to happen tonight. The court had feasted, orgied, ate and drank in a plethora of delights for the past week. The last evening of feasts was about commence. Belinda felt like screaming, pulling away from it all. She sighed, looking at the blue jay again. It chirped and flew away.She followed it with a yearning gaze, wishing she could be that bird. So free.Why was she a princess? Why was she cursed with a wicked fate?A tear dropped from her cheek.She dried it away with the sleeve of her dress.The iron gate to the secret garden opened. Its creak sounded like a symphony of screams. She turned around, saw a pair of leather boots, a white shirt and cotton pants. One plumed hat was in the man’s hand. Silently, the man strode up to her, grabbed her waist and kissed her.The kiss was lengthy, gentle and masculine.For one small moment, Belinda forgot that she was about to go through hell. For one small moment, she could be where she was. Celebrating her life’s happiest moment. Being a married woman.The kiss ended and Belinda kept her eyes closed for one moment, tasting her husband’s manly juices upon her lower lip. Her upper lip folded upon the lower lip. Belinda sighed and let the light stream in again. Steven looked at her, waiting for her to welcome the world again into her heart.“They’re having fun up there,” Steven said.Belinda smiled, bitterly. “That sounds good, dear.”Steven looked where Belinda was looking, toward the Greek statues. “Your father is arranging a drinking contest with Bantrard. I am so surprised that Bantrard can still play his lute after all that mead. The other musicians are not drinking half as much. The aulos player is trying, though, bless him. Your father is doing is his best to challenge his alcoholic endevours. So, the aulos player has given up and your dad is now devouring his third chicken. Your mother is laughing so hard, she is complaining about belly pains.”Belinda smiled. “Then I might as well stay here.”Steven kissed Belinda’s cheek and caressed her. “We miss you.”“People are having good time without me.”Steven sighed, caressing her hips. “We miss you.”“I was having fun,” Belinda said. “Up until this morning.”The wind started blowing in her hair and that yearning gaze that Steven had learned to love appeared in her face like a fog after sunrise. “What happened? One moment, you were there telling everyone these dirty jokes about randy farmers. The next, you ran out and claimed to need fresh air. You haven’t returned since. What is the matter, honey?”Belinda sighed. “Something is on the verge. Something huge. Something bad.”Steven shook his head. “Lucinda?”Belinda turned around in a fierce way, her dark blonde, shoulder length hair making waves as she did. She shook her head. “I sat there in the Grand Hall, everybody drunk at ten in the morning. Morgana was copulating with Richard in the other room. We, the royal family, having the feast of our lives, happy that the wedding feast is over and that Lucinda has not yet appeared. This wedding party has been a three week hangover. I mean, come on, it started with your bachelor party.”Steven raised his eyebrows. “That escapade with the man I didn’t know.”“You had teamed up with Tom Barnes, who took you out to a brothel with a man that forced you to drink yourself witless. That wasn’t you, Steven.”Steven was surprised at this sudden change of attitude. Belinda certainly was the master of changes. “So, who was it?”Belinda shook her head, put her hands on her hips and walked through the grass over to the Dionysos statue. She touched his grapes, played with them. Steven watched her silently.“We have all been so scared. Scared that Lucinda will keep her promise, because she kept her promise twice. Scared, because she knew what she was going to do already thirty years ago. Scared. So that we have partied ourselves to oblivion. Now, we are at the end of that party, Steven, and it scares me. Because I think, that if Lucinda really wants to avenge herself at my father for throwing her out thirty years ago, then tonight is the night.”Steven blew a long, heavy gust of air threw the sides of his mouth, slowly walking up to the woman he had married on September 23rd. He embraced her from the back and put his head on her shoulder.“Why do you think that?”“Because everyone is assembled. If she wants to appear, then she better do so while we are together.”“You can’t relax.”Belinda chuckled. “Tell anyone with two scars on her soul to try to be happy, when she knows that someone is chasing her.”“You can’t spend your life running.”Belinda sighed, her eyes travelling across the garden to the other side of the bushes. There, she saw the palace in its looming beauty. It was familiar to her. She had played hide and seek with the guards here, helped the gardener plant the roses, wandered the labyrinth with her teachers as they taught her Latin and Arithmetic, she had spent hours trying to grasp how to sing in the music salon, made love to her husband by the lake, fought with her brother and her sister, learned how to act in the theatre, been taught how to paint. The place had so many good memories. And so many bad ones.“Wolves are at my heel.”Steven nodded, his chin still stuck on her shoulder. “They don’t have a chance against you.”“Lucinda has kept her promise twice, why wouldn’t she keep it now.”“Lucinda never actually said exactly when she would arrive.”Cure the hangover with mead, she thought to herself and walked over to the statue of Dionysos. His smile was mystifying. As a child, she had found that he wore a look that was more of threat. Now, as a grown woman, she knew what that expression was: lust. “Sometimes, time catches up with me.”Steven looked down. “What do you mean?”“That she is the bringer of the apocalypse.”“Apocalypse? What apocalypse?”“When Lucinda kidnapped me as a child, she kept on babbling about a woman named Nina Ray. In 1422, she would be the bringer of the apocalypse.”Steven walked up to his wife, grabbed her gently by the hips and kissed her so harshly that it nearly blew Belinda’s shoes off her feet. “So, you’ve told me. Whatever Lucinda has in store for us, we will fight her. She can promise to kill us, we won’t let her. She can abduct you, like she did in 1411. Your father brought you back. She can try to kill you, like she did four months ago. You yourself fought back.” Steven kissed her again.“That name, Nina Ray, drives me crazy. Who is this? It drives me crazy.”“Does it matter? You are much too strong, Belinda. Much too strong. I knew you when you were a child. Back then, it was Tom Barnes or me. We were both applying to win your heart. I remember how we were invited to hear you discuss with the senate about the new law to include children in the royal legislation of society. You were fourteen and I remember how the old men in the parliament were so impressed with this young girl because of her looks. You spoke so well, you were so beautiful. The men wanted to wrap you around their finger by giving you compliments. You were even stunning looking back then. You knew they were only tired, dirty old men hoping to have a fine roll in the hay. There was no way you were going to let them win. You used words not even they knew. You told them that if they were going to patronize you by reducing you to your looks, you will fire them and replace them. In that order. After that day, the children of a family have to be asked before parents move house or make an improtant decision. You created a law that protects the children of our country. It is called The Child Integration Act. Please don’t worry so much.”“I wish it were as easy as that.”“I love you. I lust for you. That has got to account for something.”“Of course, it does. I love you, too. I lust for you, too. My God, I could retire from life and just make love to you all the time.”She giggled. In the midst of all this pain and worry, she giggled, feeling like a sixteen year old. Or a twenty-two year old.Belinda felt how Steven was getting turned on. His manhood was growing.“You are getting hot and bothered.”“The fact that I speak about how mentally strong you are makes me want you.”“Tom rejected me.”Steven smiled, reluctantly. “When you were abducted in 1411, he had failed to keep the promise he had given your dad. He saw that as a rejection.”“Father had requested that he take care of me. I walked out toward the poppy field, against my father’s wishes. Tom needn’t feel guilty. It wasn’t his fault.”“In any case, after we heard you speak in the senate in 1414, Tom told me that I could have you. You were much to strong for him, he said.”“He can’t keep up with me.”Steven smiled, rubbing his hands across her derriere.“I lust for you, Belinda. You have the cutest bottom.”Belinda began feeling how her nipples were beginning to stiffen. This garden was filled with good memories. Why not make them better?“You want to see how it looks naked?”“That would be nice.”Belinda turned around, lifted her dress and showed him her bottom.He caressed it and slowly even Belinda saw that his trousers were bursting.Steven smiled. “Making love is our job. We must produce an heir. Let’s make love.”“Volo haereat virili tua in mea foramen cum mirabilem ut semper ostendere.”“I love your dirty Latin phrases.”Steven kissed Belinda’s neck, slowly letting her dress drop to the ground. As Belinda opened his shirt, he unbuttoned her nightgown, but could only manage the first button. She smiled because she knew that he had always had problems undressing her. Belinda opened her nightdress and let the air caress her body. The nipples were big as cherries now on two honey melon sized breasts. She saw his long gender rise and as the sun shone upon the couple as he picked her up gently by her waist and positioned her with her back to the ground. Now in the midst of the circle, all the statues facing her, she spread her legs. Steven entered her slowly and she felt every inch of his masculinity sliding into her body. Her head slightly bumped against the grass again and again as she looked up at the clouds. She saw her own home upside down, feeling Steven’s sweat drop down on her skin. Steven was going harder at it now, much harder, grabbing her. He convulsed several times, seemed to jerk back and forth inside her and the speed seemed to increase every time he entered her opening. The warm air caressed her skin. She groaned several times, felt her body wobbling with every blow. From inside an eruption came and vibrated in her from head to toe. It started in her bowel and went like a tidle wave to her toes and up to her head. She threw her head back, arched her back and shook her hair back and forth. Her high voice moaned in rhythm with his low baritone and now at once love came flooding from inside both of them like apricot juice pouring into a gold cup. She closed her eyes and felt her genitals contracting around his gender. He started pumping faster and faster, sweat dropping onto her belly and down between her legs Now at once love juice came flooding from inside both of them like apricot pouring into a gilded furry oyster cup. Steven lingered for a while upon her, feeling his gender reside inside his wife’s body a bit. His juice was mixing with her’s a bit. The blue jay was returning. The wind was caressing his bare bottom. His wife’s breasts rested on her chest like two snow white pigeons. The couple lay there together for a long while, not speaking to each other, just enjoying their genders touching. His manhood slowly losing its stiffness and her body coming to a rest. The two young people heard the bird land on a branch nearby. Its chirp was restful, soft and kind.Steven turned his head toward the bird. “The tail twitched when it chirps,” he said, his stiff gender still inside Belinda.Belinda smiled, the grass soft under her back.“Mmm,” she mused. “Like your gender in mine.”The blue jay spread its wings again and left the newly weds laying side by side looking at the sky. |
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