The bells chimed. My boots echoed as I walked on the wooden floor.
“Welcome back ma’am! Should we prepare a room for you?”
The receptionist looked at me.
I have only been to this brothel for a month.
She doesn’t recognize me. She mustn’t have been engaging in royal or political stuff. That’s better. My identity is safe here.
“Yes please.” I replied.
I’ll come back to this place for as long as I am unrecognized.
I am Sixieme. Only child. Daughter of the leader of our country. In short, the future leader. My parents are counting on me and on the next generations I will be producing. Or would I be producing one…
I opened the room’s door.
I walked and sat at the side of the bed.
“Our staff will be here shortly. For any inconveniences, please, contact us at the reception hall. Enjoy!”
She closed the door. I looked at my watch. Half past ten. It’s late. Not that I have any intention of going home.
The door opened.
“Oh, it’s you again.”
Blonde hair, bubbly personality, cute, and kind. The girl looked at me with gleaming eyes.
“Are we engaging in it today? Last time, you asked for me but we just talked all night. For the whole month you’ve chosen no one but me and we don’t even do anything. I’m not worthy of the pay you give me.”
She walked towards me and started unbuttoning her blouse.
“Stop. I just want to sleep.” I looked at her coldly.
She pouted.
“I am not… That’s not my job.” she said.
“Your job is to do what I ask of you.”
I patted the bed side.
“Sleep beside me tonight.”
She buttoned her blouse and threw herself to the bed.
“If you don’t want it, you can leave. I don’t mind and would not speak to your boss. It is me who troubles you anyways.” I said.
“Can’t sleep without me?”
She speaks while her head is buried in the pillows. It’s cute.
“Mhm.”
I don’t want to be cold around her but I don’t know how to break that habit of mine.
“Then I’m fine. You want me. At least you want me.”
I laid down on the bed. She rolled towards me and hugged me. I like the warmth. I closed my eyes.
I was woken with the noise around me. I pulled the blanket up to my head. It’s cold.
“What is she doing here?”
I heard the voice of my mother. My eyes opened wide.
What are they doing here?
I sat up and looked beside me.
She’s gone.
Either my parents shooed her out or she left before my parents went inside.
I hope it’s the latter.
“Sixieme, wny are you here? Explain yourself right at this moment!” My father yelled.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” I said.
They got more annoyed.
“Watch your mouth young lady! You’re talking to your father. Where have your manners gone? Stand up when talking to the King.”
My mother is siding father.
I stood up.
The blanket fell.
“What kind of impudence is this, young lady?! Where are your clothes?!” My mother is yelling as well.
I forgot I took off my clothes. It’s hot last night, so I couldn't help it.
I took the blanket and covered myself.
“Are you alone in this room last night?” my father asked.
His voice is deep and cold. He’s concerned.
I sighed. They haven’t seen her… then where is she?
“Yes father.” I answered.
My father walked out the room. Even if he asked the receptionist, they wouldn’t spill it. They protect their employees.
My mother grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.
“Where exactly had we gone wrong when we were raising you?” My mother mumbled.
I looked behind me. I saw her looking at me mouthing the word sorry. I smiled. It’s not her fault.
~
I’m looking at the raindrops outside.
I have never asked her name. We’ve been seeing each other for a month but I’ve never had a chance to ask her her name.
I closed my eyes. The moment I did, someone started throwing rocks at my window.
This part is so cliche. A lot of romance stories have this. It’s annoying, I don’t like romance.
I ignored the person throwing the rocks. It stopped.
I smiled. Finally.
A rock had hit the window so hard I heard it crack. I opened my eyes.. The window is broken. I looked outside and saw blonde. She hid behind the bushes. Maybe it’s because of the window.
I went down to bed and walked out of the room.
=
I accidentally broke her window… shit.
Well, it’s her fault. When I was throwing small rocks, she didn’t even budge so I threw a big one… maybe it was too big.
My blouse is soaked due to the rainshower. I forgot to bring an umbrella. I traced squares on the ground. What am I doing?
The rain stopped.
I looked up to look at the sky but saw her instead. She’s holding an umbrella in my direction. She’s getting wet because of it.
“What are you doing here?”
She looks annoyed.
“I… I wanted to say sorry. I should’ve stepped up to your parents even if they are royals. I…”
“Why should you step up? It’s not like we’re in that kind of relationship. It’s none of your business as to what my parents would do to me. It’s my problem.”
Ah… I’m just a call girl to you then…
Tears started to form in my eyes.
Why am I being emotional? She’s right though, I’m just being delusional.
I need to wake up. She’s a princess, I’m just a lowlife. Homosexuality is a sin too, so I should stop.
“Oh… Uh haha, sorry.” I said with my head hung low.
She lifted my chin. Her hand’s cold.
“Why? Do you want to enter that kind of relationship?” She asked.
I’m tempted to say yes… but…
“I’m just a lowlife, your highness.”
“Don’t call me that way, it’s not pleasing to the ears. Call me noname just as you always do.”
“But-”
“You haven’t answered my question yet.”
“I-it’s not possibl-”
She placed her finger to my mouth.
“I’m asking if you want it, not if it’s possible.”
“Y-yes bu-”
She didn’t let me finish. She went closer and reached for my mouth.
She started licking my lips so I opened it and her tongue started exploring my mouth.
Her highness… this is not right…
I was about to kiss back but I stopped and let go.
“You don’t have to worry about me or what others think. Don’t hold back.”
She smiled.
“You’ll get sick.” I said.
She looked at herself and laughed.
“You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Come on, let’s go inside.”
She pulled me and we both walked to the castle grounds.
=
We crossed the kitchen and entered the door behind the stairs. It led us to my room.
“Your highness, why are we-”
“Are you uncomfortable around me?”
“No. Why?”
“You didn’t stop addressing me as part of the royal family.”
“You’re pouting… it looks cute”
She giggled.
“I’m not.”
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’m not used to it. I feel like I’ve no respect.”
“You don’t have to think that I’m part of the royal family. I’m just a normal person like you.”
“Do you like noname so much? I want to call you by your name.”
“My name’s Sixieme Caddel. Call me Six if you want.”
“Okay, Six!”
I smiled. My name sounds so pretty when it comes from her lips.
“How about you? What’s your name?”
“Kathryne Laurie. Call me Katz.”
“Katz… It suits you.”
She smiled.
She walked towards my bed and looked at me.
“So why are we here?”
“I want to ask you something.”
“And that is?”
“Are you single?”
“Oh madame!” She laughed.
“Yes I am. Why are you asking?”
“Then can you be my girlfriend.”
She looked at me blankly.
“That isn’t a simple question Six. I’d be honest, I want to say yes, I really do but… we know what happens to those people who committed this sin called immoral love. This is what people call obscenity. If it’s just me, I wouldn’t mind, but this involves you too. I don’t want to tarnish your name nor do I want you to be seen as a disgrace to the royal family. I don’t want to hurt you…”
She started sobbing so I went close and hugged her. I’ve fully forgotten the fact that we went here so we can both change our clothes. I knelt down and wiped the tears off her pretty face.
“Look. I decided to do this so if I get hurt, it’s because of me.” I said.
“How can I think that way? If you really love someone, their pain strikes you twice. And to think that you’d get hurt, I don’t want that. What have you even liked about a lowlife like me?”
“That. I love the fact that you love me like that, and I can’t return that while knowing the fact that you’ve been holding back.”
She looked at me.
“What did I tell you? Don’t mind what others think. I don’t care what happens to my position. Kick me from being the princess of this kingdom for all I care. If it’s all because of you, I’d be honored to leave this luxurious life people had been dreaming of having.”
She clinged to me and devoured my mouth. I kissed back. We are like hungry wild beasts that had been longing for each other’s presence for a very long time. I slowly slid my hands under her blouse. She moaned softly while kissing my mouth. I let go and started kissing her chin, her neck. I licked her nape as I played with her erect nipples.
I took off her wet blouse and threw it to the floor. I fondled her breasts while licking it. I looked at her.
“Are you sure of this?” She asked.
I sucked her breast like a child that had been deprived of her mother’s milk for days. She let out a moan.
“Would I be doing it if I wasn’t?”
I touched her underneath her skirt. Her grip on my shoulders got tighter.
“This isn’t your first time right?” I asked.
“No, but it’s my first time being at the bottom. Is this your first?”
“At someone else’s body, yes.”
“This is how you please yourself?”
“Sort of.”
She stood up.
“Wait… why…”
I stood up as well. She walked towards me slowly as I walked backwards. I hit my bed.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, everything’s fine. Aside from the fact that I want to top you.”
“But-”
She consumed my mouth while continuing to move towards me. I fell down the bed after leaning too much. She started taking my clothes off while kissing my neck.
~
She was sucking my tongue while fingering me.
We are both naked inside my cold room.
She stopped the speed of her fingers and looked at my eyes. My legs started to throb.
“What did I hit?” She asked.
“Aren’t you experienced???” I said out of annoyance.
It feels tingly.
“You’ve never hit your g-spot before?”
“No, it annoys me to look for it.”
“Then this is your first?” She whispered in my ear sexily. I can feel her breath. It tickles me.
I can’t seem to control my body, my moaning, it’s acting on its own. She kissed me as she continued whatever she’s doing. I feel like I’m about to pee or something. My legs started to contract when she started getting wild on kissing me.
~
“Is Sixieme in her room?”
“Yes, your highness.”
“Why haven’t you called her yet? Tell her that dinner’s ready.”
“Her room is locked, your highness.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll go and check her. I have a spare key. You may continue on with what you’re doing.”
~
Katz is sleeping beside me after everything. I wanted to continue loving her like this.
I went close to look at her face as the moon shone upon her. She looks really peaceful and pretty. I wish things would stay as they are.
“Princess Sixieme Cadelle! What kind of discourtesy is this?!”
I looked behind me and to my horror saw my mother looking at us as if we’re germs from the toilet.
Father then looked at the room and saw both of us. Katz woke up due to my mother’s voice.
“Get out of your room this instance!” She yelled.
I stood up, wore my clothes and went after my mother.
=
I sat up and saw Six leaving. Nobody ever told us it would end well. And we know too well that it will never end well.
The king disgustedly looked at me.
He walked inside the room and locked the door behind him.
“I’m really sorry your majesty.” I said and stood up. I picked my clothes and went towards the door.
“I will take my leave.”
He blocked the door.
“You haven’t received your punishment yet. You’re going to ditch my daughter?”
“No sir. I just have by any means nothing to do here. I will take responsibility for my actions.”
“Do you love my daughter?”
I looked at him. I see a father. Is it possible that we are accepted?
“Yes, your majesty.”
“How much?”
“Sorry?”
“How much do you love her?”
“As much as my life sir.”
“Do you think that kind of love is real?”
“Yes sir.”
He went close to me and held my arms tightly.
“You’re sure you are not confused? It’s not because of money or power?”
“No, your majesty.”
He went close to my face and I could almost feel him breathing.
“Let me try to confuse you then.”
He harshly kissed my mouth and bit my lips.
I let go.
“Your majesty, what are you-”
“I’m trying to straighten you up and fix you. You don’t have to worry about the princess. Her mother can handle her well.”
~
“Mother, let me go!” I screamed.
The cuffs on my arms and ankles hurt. They’re sore and yet I still try to break free from it.
“Words can’t fix your illness Sixieme.” she said.
The guards surrounding my mother started stripping one by one.
“Mother!”
“So we decided to take action.”
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