Chapter 2

Rowen’s mind was a tempest of emotions as he recalled the intimate moments he had shared with his mother, his body tingling with the memory of her touch. As his horse rode the rocky path, his thoughts wandered back to the hour when their passion had ignited. He could vividly recall the moment their lips had met, a kiss that had seared his soul. Her mouth, soft and yielding, tasted like a forbidden fruit, sweet and intoxicating, leaving him craving for more. His fingers tingle, remembering the feel of her supple breasts, full and heavy in his palms. He had gently squeezed them, marvelling at how her nipples responded, hardening into taut peaks that begged for his attention. He had taken each nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing them with his tongue, causing Lila to arch her back and gasp, “Oh, Rowen!” Her voice was a melody of pleasure that spurred him on.

But it was when his hand ventured lower that the real magic happened. His fingers traced the path down her stomach, through the soft curls, until they reached the moist heat between her thighs. Her pussy lips were like delicate petals, and as he gently parted them, he felt her breath catch. His fingers glided over her moist pussy, already slick with desire, and he found her clit, that tiny bud of pleasure. Rowen’s breath quickened as he recalled how Lila’s body had reacted to his touch. Her hips had bucked against his hand, seeking more pressure, and her moans had grown louder, filling the room with their erotic melody. “Yes, baby, right there,” she had whispered, her eyes locked on his, a mixture of love and lust swirling in their depths.

He had taken his time, exploring her, learning her body’s responses, until her moans became desperate pleas. “Oh, Rowen, please ... I need...” Her voice trailed off as her body tensed, every muscle tightening as the pleasure built. He had continued his skilled touch, bringing her to the edge, and then, with one final stroke, pushed her over. Lila’s body convulsed, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she cried out his name, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. In that moment, Rowen felt like a god, having brought his beloved mother to such heights of pleasure. The memory of her climax, the scent of their desire filling the room, was enough to make him hard as steel, ready to claim her again.

“Prince Rowen, we’re approaching the river crossing,” General Blake’s voice broke through his sensual daydream, but not before a satisfied smile had spread across Rowen’s face. The anticipation of returning to Lila, of fulfilling their passion, was a driving force that kept him going through the rugged terrain.

“You look like you’re a million miles away. Something on your mind?”

Rowen blinked, a flush creeping up his neck as he realised he’d been caught in his private fantasy. “Ah, it’s ... nothing, General. Just...” He trailed off, not wanting to reveal the truth.

Blake’s eyes narrowed, his voice gentle but insistent. “Come on, lad, I’ve seen that look before. Woman troubles, right? Can’t say I blame you, given the circumstances.” Rowen couldn’t help but smile at the older man’s understanding. He nodded, knowing that soon, very soon, his desires would be fulfilled.

A royal procession made its way through the lush, majestic forests of Dariah, a breathtaking spectacle amidst the towering trees that whispered secrets to the wind. The sound of galloping horses filled the air, their hooves beating a rhythmic cadence on the forest floor, while the soldiers, a formidable force in their gleaming armour, escorted the royal siblings with unwavering loyalty. Prince Asher, the heir to the throne, rode in one carriage, his handsome face hidden behind the curtains, his dark hair tousled and his eyes exuding an air of arrogance, as he indulged in the pleasures of his concubines, their giggles and whispers echoing through the carriage walls. Meanwhile, in the other carriage, Princesses Ariel and Bella, a dynamic duo, engaged in a conversation, their voices laced with emotion.

Ariel, a breathtaking beauty, sat gracefully, her auburn hair cascading like a river of fire down her back. Her blue eyes, deep and captivating, held a wisdom beyond her years, reflecting her diplomatic prowess. She exuded elegance in her finely tailored gown, the intricate embroidery highlighting her slender yet curvaceous figure. Ariel’s heart was as compassionate as her appearance was enchanting, but beneath her regal demeanour, a fear lurked—the fear of not meeting the expectations that came with her royal title.

In stark contrast, Bella, the younger sister, was a fiery redhead with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her porcelain skin and vibrant hair framed her face, exuding an irresistible allure. Her curves were more pronounced, showcased by her daringly low-cut gowns, drawing attention to her voluptuous figure. Bella’s spirit was that of a warrior, skilled with a bow and on horseback, longing for freedom and adventure beyond the palace walls. Her impulsive nature, though, often led her into precarious situations.

“I can’t believe Asher would stoop so low,” Bella exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief and anger. “To take the daughter of the village chief as his mistress, and the chief just agreed! It’s despicable. That poor girl is barely old enough to understand the consequences.”

Ariel’s eyes softened with concern as she reached out to touch Bella’s hand. “Bella, sometimes those in power make decisions we don’t agree with. It’s our duty to support our brother, even if it’s hard.”

“Duty be damned!” Bella spat, her anger rising. “That girl is barely sixteen, and Asher has no right to treat her like a plaything. I swear, if he lays a hand on her, I’ll make him regret it!”

“Bella, calm down,” Ariel pleaded, her voice gentle. “Asher is our brother, and one day he’ll be king. We have to stand by him, no matter what.”

Bella’s voice rose, her frustration evident. “King? Asher, a king? He couldn’t even hold his own in a sword fight if his life depended on it! Have you seen how he treats the common folk? He looks down on them as if they were less than dirt. How can he possibly rule a kingdom when he doesn’t understand the lives of his own people?”

Ariel’s smile was bittersweet, a mixture of affection and sadness. She knew all too well the weight of their royal obligations and the constraints they faced. “Bella, my spirited sister, I understand your anger and your desire for freedom. But our lives are not our own to command. We are bound by duty and responsibility.”

Bella retorted “I refuse to sacrifice my life for some misguided sense of duty sister. I’ll find my own path, and I won’t let you, Ariel, be shackled to some self-righteous prince either.”

Ariel’s smile was a mix of warmth and sorrow, a reflection of the complexities of their royal lives. “Bella, I understand your passion. Our bond as sisters is unbreakable, and I cherish your fierce spirit, but true love may be a luxury we cannot afford.” As the carriage continued its journey, the sisters’ conversation lingered in the air, filled with longing, fear, and a determination to shape their destinies, even if it meant defying the expectations of their royal lineage.

Rowen, with his keen senses heightened, stood at the border of Mu, his gaze fixed on the breathtaking forest of Dariah that lay below. The lush greenery of the forest beckoned, a stark contrast to the tension that now gripped him. His instincts, honed from years of training, screamed a warning, as if an unseen force had awakened within him. Scanning the horizon, his eyes narrowed upon a group of riders on the other side of the border. Their rough appearance and menacing demeanour marked them as bandits, a threat to any traveller or royal alike. The young prince’s heart quickened as he observed the scene unfolding before him. In the distance, a royal entourage from Dariah made its way along the forest path, their presence a stark contrast to the humble soldiers of Mu. The opulence of their carriages and the regal bearing of their riders were unmistakable. Golden banners fluttered in the gentle breeze, adorned with the royal crest of Dariah, a kingdom off-limits to the citizens of Mu by decree of King Hector. Rowan knew that In a matter of minutes, these ruthless men would descend upon the unsuspecting royals, wreaking havoc and leaving destruction in their wake.

Rowen’s mind raced as he considered his options. He knew that any interaction with the Dariah royals could have dire consequences for both kingdoms, potentially igniting a conflict that neither side could afford. Yet, the sense of duty to his parents, his kingdom, and his people burned fiercely within him. He couldn’t stand idly by while innocent lives were at stake.

With a swift decision, Rowen signalled to his trusted guards. “We must warn the royals,” he said, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. “Those bandits will not harm them while I draw breath.”

General Blake, loyal and fearless, voiced his concern. “My Prince, we must not disobey your father’s command, and I don’t think the Dariah’s will appreciate our intrusion.”

Rowen’s eyes flashed with determination. “I am well aware of the risks, but we cannot let our fears dictate our actions. The safety of the Dariah royals is at stake, and I will not stand by while they face such peril. Ready the men, and let us move swiftly.”

General Blake felt pride in his student’s words, he knew that Mu would be safe in Rowen’s hands. Without further delay, Rowen, General Blake and guards moved with purpose, their footsteps echoing on the forest floor as they descended towards the border, their mission clear—to protect the royal entourage from the impending danger.

The peaceful carriage ride through was abruptly interrupted by the thunderous cries of soldiers and the haunting sound of battle. Princess Ariel and Princess Bella, nestled within their luxurious carriage, exchanged worried glances as the commotion outside grew louder. Their peaceful journey had turned into a nightmare.

“Your Highnesses, we’re under attack!” the captain of their entourage yelled as he rushed towards the carriage, his face etched with fear. “Bandits! They’re everywhere, and they outnumber us!”

Prince Asher, trembled in the corner, his eyes wide with terror. “Protect us, Captain! Don’t let them take us!” he pleaded.

“Your Highness. They are too many, and our men are no match for them,” the captain replied, his voice shaking.

Before anyone could react, a sharp arrow whistled through the air, finding its mark in the captain’s chest. He crumpled to the ground, lifeless. The princesses gasped in horror.