Chapter 16

Lisbon, Portugal

He enjoyed his days away from the castle. It provided him with the perfect release. It was like being a young man on an adventure. It was sweet. He was on her back with all eight inches buried in her pussy. Wet, gushy, warm. Tight. He kissed her neck, “I wish you lived in the castle, I hate only seeing you when I can get away,” he confessed.

Her hand touched his face, “Your wife would never allow it.”

At one point, they did live in the castle but once Queen Marie saw how King Tomas’s eyes were always gazing upon Aminata’s rich chocolate skin; she ordered him to remove her and the rest of her family. She knew they were engaged in sexual acts but she didn’t want it in her face. She had a secret lover of her own but she was so discrete, King Tomas was certain that he was the only man that his wife had ever been with.

Just as they were reaching the height of their orgasms, there was a knock. They paused. Yande spoke, “Mother, I am going to the market.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m fine. Just resting. I’ll see you when you return.”

They heard her walk away. He dug deeper and gasped, “Ahhhhh,” he moaned and later rolled to the right, “I hate that I must leave today but I have been gone for three days.”

She smiled, “It’s been the best three days. I am happy that you came to visit me.”

“Always, my love.”

It was a perfect day. The market was busy. Prince Lorenzo walked alongside his younger cousin Prince Cristian. They recapped the dinner for the fourth time since he was there. Lorenzo had been married for a year. His wife Charlotte was from Frankia. He enjoyed being married. His wife was not only pretty; she was kind.

Cristian had reservations about his choice. “I only picked her because she was the prettiest but I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right.”

Lorenzo chuckled, “You could just have cold feet. Maybe you don’t want to give up your freedom.”

“It’s not that. It’s just—” his sentence was cut short. He stared ahead at a vision of loveliness. Lorenzo looked at him and then he followed his eyes. He smiled.

“It’s my cousin, Lady Yande,” he said smiling. He walked over to the fabric merchant where Yande stood inspecting pieces of cloth.

Cristian hurried to keep pace with Lorenzo. Lorenzo spoke, “Cousin, how are you?” he asked.

She turned and smiled, “Prince Lorenzo,” she nodded, “I am well.” Her high cheekbones glowed in the sunlight. Her green eyes shined.

“You remember my cousin, Cristian. Prince of Spain.”

She nodded, “I do. It’s been about a decade has it not?”

He nodded “It has. You are still as lovely as I remember.”

She blushed, “Thank you, Prince Christian.” She turned to Lorenzo, “I heard that Charlotte is with child; are you excited?”

“Indeed we both are.”

“I am so very happy for you both.”

“You should visit the castle more often. Charlotte rather loves your company and I know your grandmother misses seeing you as well.”

“I would if my presence didn’t upset your mother so.”

“My mother, yes, she can be quite the challenge.”

“How is your father?”

“He’s been away on business. He should be back today.”

“Send him my love. I’ve always appreciated how well your father has treated us. He’s a kind man.”

He nodded.

“It was nice seeing you again Prince Cristian.”

They watched as she walked away. She was shapely. She didn’t wear the traditional dresses that the other women wore. Her attire was bright and colorful. It tended to show off various aspects of her lean muscular body.

Lorenzo hit his cousin’s arm, “Now, don’t tell me you still have eyes for Yande.”

“I wish I could tell you that I don’t.”

“Then just ask for her hand.”

“My father would never allow it.”

“Maybe he would. It’s my mother who is always in his ear.”

“You’re right. He does tend to listen to her advice. How can I get her to change her mind about Yande? She would be perfect for me.”

“The only way would be to make Lady Celeste less attractive in her eyes. My mother is always about the better advantage. Lady Yande has land, she has favor with my father, she is fair—”

“She has African Blood. The Queen does not approve of it.”

He sighed, “She can’t change her blood. She is who she is. Besides. My wife Charlotte has a great-grandmother of African descent.”

“Does your mother know?”

He shook his head, “Charlotte worries that one of our babies could be born brown but I do not care. I will love all of my children.”

Cristian touched his shoulder.

Yande was by her horse securing her items when two men approached her. They glared at her through their baggy eyes, “That’s an interesting sword you got there,” one said as he attempted to reach for it. She grabbed his hand, twisted his wrist, and pushed him.

She pulled the sword from its sheath and pointed the edge of the blade at him. The other man trembled. “I find it interesting as well. I got it when I was in Africa. Ife. I killed two men with it. I am certain I will use it to kill again.” She smiled.

Lorenzo and Cristian walked up, “Are these men bothering you?” asked Lorenzo.

“Prince, of course not. We were just making sure that the lady didn’t hurt herself carrying around such a dangerous weapon.”

Yande placed the blade back and hopped on her horse, “I am fine, cousin. I hope to see you soon before my last trip. Father will find me a husband when we return from England.”

The horse galloped off. Cristian’s eyes widened, “She is looking for a husband.”

“And yet, you are already betrothed.”

When Yande reached their property, she saw an entourage approaching. She recognized the symbol. Her horse slowed and then stopped. He stopped. She smiled, “King Tomas, I had no idea you were coming to visit. I would have picked some fresh apples and made your favorite pie.”

He smiled, “It’s quite all right. I was just stopping by briefly to say hello. To make sure your mother was okay. I heard about what happened to her family in Ife.”

“Yes, it’s still very sad and hard to imagine.”

“It is. I am here for you. And Samba. All of you. You are always welcome at the castle ... despite my wife’s displeasing manner.”

She chuckled, “Thank you, uncle. I will visit soon. Samba and I.”

He nodded and went on his way.

When Yande arrived home. She hugged her brother, “How was the market?” he asked.

“It was fine. I saw Cousin Lorenzo. He was there with Prince Cristian.”

“The one with the big head?”

She chuckled, “His head is not so big anymore. I mean ... his head looks fine on his shoulders.”

He smiled, “Were you attracted to him?”

“He is handsome, tall, fair, has the bluest eyes, and a great smile. Was he the Prince you saw in your vision? The one I would marry?”