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CHAPTER4
Eric
“Thanks, Morehouse,” I say as the steward places a breakfast spread in front of me.
“You’re welcome, Your Majesty,” he replies before disappearing from the dining room. “Bon appetit.”
I grab a strawberry and toss it into my mouth, still wondering about the woman I met this morning. Who was that? I don’t really pay attention to the palace staff, but I’m sure I would remember if I’d seen her before. Maybe she’s new. Or maybe she was just a dream? No. She had to have been real because there’s no way I imagined those large juicy tits and that plump ass. But who is she?
Of course, I’ve woken up to maids in my bedroom before, but laying eyes on my new visitor this morning was a pleasant surprise. Her curves were generous beneath the black and white maid’s uniform, with long brown hair pinned up neatly beneath the required frilly cap. But it’s the panties that have me salivating for more because beneath the dour maid’s uniform was a red lace thong that bisected gorgeous, full cheeks. Who wears that beneath a uniform? My mouth watered as my cock jerked beneath the sheets. All I know is that I have to see her again. Somehow, I have to find her.
But at that moment, my father strides into the dining area, interrupting my fantasies. He comes over to the side of the table I’m sitting at with the look he wears on his face when he’s about to be condescending. I wipe my mouth off with a handkerchief and sit back, staring up at him with a blank look.
“Eric,” he says, glancing at the meal in front of me and then at his watch.
“Dad,” I say in response as I wait for his disparaging words.
“It’s a little late for breakfast, isn’t it?” he asks.
“It’s only noon,” I reply.
“Only noon?” he parrots. “Your dear sister has been up and on her feet since seven o’clock.”
“I’ll bet she has been,” I remark. I love Ella with all of my heart, but her goody two shoes ways make me look like I’m a total criminal by comparison. My dad merely huffs with exasperation.
“You need to start taking your duties as Prince of Chromia more seriously, especially since youareheir to the throne,” my father orders.
“I do take my responsibilities seriously. My only commitment today is some royal meet and greet at the chancellor’s office, and that’s not until two. I’ll be ready by then,” I say.
My father rolls his eyes.
“Eric, that’s your only commitment for the day because it’s the only thing I can trust you with. Your sister Ella attends at least three royal functions a day; you attend one every few days.”
“What more do you want from me?” I ask, feeling exhausted by the conversation already.
Wilhelm rolls his eyes again in a very un-royal fashion.
“I want to know that I can trust you to run this country long after I’m gone. And right now, I don’t feel like I can,” he snarks before striding off.
I sulk in my seat for a bit, letting his words sink in. I don't want to let my father down, but I'm having a hard time seeing myself as the King of Chromia frankly. Of course, it's my birthright, but I would much rather pass the throne down to my sister – she's more fit to reign over this fucking hellscape.
Appetite gone, I brood at the table. All I can think about is how I'm screwing up as the Prince of Chromia. Goddamit. Should I abdicate? Give up my place in the line to the throne? How do I do that, anyways? Talk to the prime minister?
Morehouse comes out of the kitchen carrying a pot of coffee. “Another cup, Your Highness?” he asks. I shake my head.
“No, thanks, although I appreciate it.” Then, I decide to move on to more appetizing topics. After all, I can’t win this succession thing, no matter how I try. “Morehouse, do you happen to know the name of the maid who cleaned my private quarters this morning?” I ask in a light tone.
The steward frowns.
“No, I don't, Your Majesty. Was something wrong?” he asks. I lean in close to him, trying to be as discreet as possible.
“No, nothing is wrong, but I’d really like to find out who she is,” I say in a hushed tone.
“I see,” the older man says, giving nothing away. “I will do my best to get you her name, Your Royal Highness.”
“Thank you,” I reply as I butter a piece of toast.
Then, the steward bows and exits through the dining room double doors, leaving me to my solitude. Hopefully, Morehouse can find her because I’ll go fucking insane in this loony bin if I don’t see her again. Fuck my dad. Fuck the kingdom. Fuck all of it.
