Chapter 3: The King’s Decision

“Has the princess conceived yet?” The king asked his assistant from behind his desk.

“No, your highness. She has not.”

“When were they last together?” he asked, leaning back in his chair as the pleasure he was receiving to his manhood from the concubine under the desk.

“Two weeks ago. They were together for their monthly visit and the maids are reporting that she is having her monthly blood at this moment.” Chamberlain Alistair said, sitting in the chair opposite the king. He knew of the concubine under the desk, the king had many of them to warm his cock at all hours of the day and night. The woman’s feet were still visible to the chamberlain under the desk in spite of the desk’s design to hide her from view.

The king looked down and said quietly, “Get ready my dear.” She continued to warm his cock with her mouth and sped up her ministrations on his manhood until he unloaded his seed into her mouth with a happy groan. The chamberlain simply sat in his chair as the all too common event took place right in front of him.

The concubine swallowed his offering, took a mouthful of water then went back to holding his softening cock in her mouth, just keeping it warm.

“This is not acceptable. Has the queen spoken to her about her responsibility to bear us a child? Does she not understand her duty?” The king asked, now able to think clearly after his release.

“The queen has spoken to the princess many times, but she has not conceived.”

The king actually stood from his chair taking his cock from his concubine’s mouth and started to pace around the room. He needed an heir, someone to carry on the family line just as his wife had done for him, and his father before him, and so on and so on. Even back then, while the curse was upon him, his wife knew her place and conceived him a son after only a short time. But this princess, she would not conceive a child for the family.

“What can be done?” the king muttered, moving to stand in front of the family portrait of him and his wife recently finished.

The concubine knelt by the desk saying nothing. She wore a simple thin dress as she knelt. Her knees were apart, her back straight and her head held proud upright while her eyes looked down. Her hands were on her legs with her palms facing upward. She was beautiful with raven hair, flawless skin with a petite nose and ruby red lips.

The chamberlain looked at the woman, her beauty was obvious, and the appeal of her service he envied, but wouldn’t take a lover. His service was to the king and he didn’t have time to manage the king as well as a woman.

It was then that an idea formed in his mind.

“Your highness, I have a thought.” he said, looking up from the concubine to the king who’s back was still toward him.

“Yes, good.” he said.

“The prince needs a concubine.”

“Sure, but one of mine?”

“No, your highness. Put the word out through all the land that you are hiring concubines for the prince. Pick only the best looking and obedient ones for your son and have him father a child through her. You have your heir and will get your son back once the child is delivered.”

The king slowly turned from the painting and evaluated his chamberlain and words he had said. “Hmm, yes. A very good idea.” he said, then walked back to his chair and sat down. His concubine moved to warm his cock, but he stopped her putting her back into her kneeling position as he was too excited with the idea to have his cock warmed.

“Do that. Find only the best women, their beauty unmatched and their dedication to the crown and the prince unwavering. Put all who apply through training then unleash them to the prince so that he may choose one to conceive a child with. Yes. Yes. A very good idea.” he king said, clapping his hands before jumping up from his chair to dance around the room.

Chamberlain Alistair got up from his chair, bowed to the king and left the room to fulfill the king’s request.

The king pulled his concubine up from her kneeling position and laid her over his desk on her back. Her bottom was at the edge of his desk as he held her legs open and moved between them. She sat up, kissed the king passionately, as he pushed his manhood into her body with practiced ease. She moaned happily as he filled her with his cock. Their coupling was quick, passionate and documented by the chamberlain after he returned from his work.

Royal Decree

Let it be known throughout the realm that His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Dorian, seeks worthy maidens to serve as esteemed concubines within the royal household. In this time of great importance to the future of our noble bloodline, young women of good character, beauty, and virtue are hereby invited to present themselves for selection.

This is a call for those who, in their loyalty to the Crown, wish to serve their kingdom and stand by the prince in the fulfillment of his royal duty. Those chosen will be honored and well provided for, becoming cherished members of the royal court.

All eligible maidens who volunteer will be treated with the highest regard and respect during the selection process.

By order of His Majesty,

Elara, the healer of her town, was busy in the family’s house potting various potions, lotions and other healing items that the town needed. She had many plants hanging from the rafters of her little healing kitchen filling the room with fragrance.

Her closest friend, Mira, burst into her kitchen and started talking a mile a minute as she usually did. “ELARA!! DID YOU HEAR THE NEWS!!! The king is asking for concubines for the prince!!!” she said, then squealed excitedly. “Can you imagine, living in the castle, serving the prince, serving the prince if you know what I mean? Oh it is too exciting to imagine!” she said, then flopped down on a stool at the table where Elara was working.

She looked at her best friend and carefully put the knife away she was using before answering her question. “No. I hadn’t heard. What are you talking about?”

“The king just published a royal decree asking for the maidens of the land to present themselves to the king to be chosen as a concubine for his son, the prince!”

“That is lovely, but you are no maiden. Your husband and child... “ She started to say before Mira cut her off.

“BUT YOU ARE A MAIDEN!”

Elara breathed a heavy sigh. It was true that she was single, not engaged nor being sought after by the men in the village. She was liked by all, but sought by none.

“That is true, but why would the prince choose me? I’m nothing. A nobody. The prince will be able to choose any number of women to warm his cock, why would he pick me from all of the other maidens of the land?”

“Well there is his curse, if the stories are true.” Mira said, picking up a bit of weed to nibble on while she looked at her best friend.

“OOOH.” Elara said, understanding what she was hinting at. “The curse. I always thought they were just stories we were told as children to get us to go to sleep. Go to bed or I’ll call the beastly prince to come and take you away.”

Mira shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know if it is true or not, I just thought you should know about it since you have a way of healing people. If the curse is true, then maybe you could heal him.” She said, still nibbling at the weed between her teeth.

Elara took the weed away and put it back in its pile and gave her friend a disapproving look. “I’ll ask my father. If he says it’s ok to apply, then I will travel to the castle and see if I am acceptable.”

“YEAH!” Mira said, jumping up from the table and hugging her friend.

That evening, Elara fixed dinner for her father and set it before him after he finished with the livestock. “Father.” she began.

He grunted, his mouth full of food.

“Mira came over today and told me the king is asking for the maidens of the land to come to the castle to apply to become concubines for the prince.”

Her father, Gaelic, looked up from his food. “You?” He asked her.

“Yes. I know my place is here healing the townspeople, but Mira said that I should go.”

Her father wiped his mouth and stood up from the table and went to her. “Honey, do you know what a concubine is? What their job is for the prince?”

“Yes father, I know what a concubine is. I’m not a child anymore.”

“I know you aren’t a child anymore, you are beautiful, wise and just as talented as your mother was, rest her soul.” he said, a sorrowful look crossed his face at the mention of her long lost mother. “However, if you want to apply, then you may. Just as long as you understand what it entails you can go. Maybe the prince will fall in love with you and marry you.”

Elara smiled and hugged her father, kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you father. I’ll leave first thing in the morning on the train to the castle.”

“That is fine honey.” he said, then finished his meal and moved to his easy chair for some rest before bed. His mind thought of his lost wife, who had been the town healer until her untimely death at the teeth of a pack of wolves. She spent her lifetime healing, teaching Elara, and making sure that he was well tended to in the bedroom and in the kitchen. Their love had been true. It was still true to this very day, but he just didn’t have her there to share it with physically.

With Elara gone, maybe I’ll find another wife who can warm my bed. He thought as he relaxed after a long day tending to the flocks and cattle.

Elara packed her traveling bag, took a long hot bath making sure she was clean all over and also making sure that her body was perfumed for the trip. She wanted to be pleasing for the eyes as well as the nose for the prince.

The morning train left its station and she waved to Mira who stood with her two children waving as she left. She was leaving to the unknown, which excited her and filled with a little bit of doubt. Was she doing the right thing? Would he even be interested in her? Was the curse real? If it was, would he be too hideous for her to even be near? So many questions lay unanswered as the train puffed down the tracks.

“IF YOU ARE HERE FOR THE JOB WITH THE PRINCE, FOLLOW THE LINE TO THE RIGHT!” the public address speaker blared as the women all lined up who were there for the concubine job. The message repeated as Elara walked through the courtyard of the castle following the line of other women who were all here for the job. She carried her pack over her shoulder and followed behind the other excited women, who were all talking about what they knew of the prince and what they hoped would be true about the prince. The size of his manhood was a prime topic of many of the women who were near Elara.