"You know, I'd feed you to my dogs without batting an eyelid." The young queen announced. Her flowing champagne-colored gown shuffling as she crosses her legs and leans back.
"Oh please. It took me all but seventeen minutes to be granted an audience with the young queen herself. And through this 4 minute-conference, which is ticking, by the way, all the queen has done was threaten me. Tell me, my queen, is this how guests are welcomed in your castle? Is this the proper greeting a countess should have?" The lady in the navy blue dress crossing her legs and leaning back on her chair. She visibly relaxes despite three armored men pointing their guns on her head.
"You are no countess, Lady Yelena. You lost the title when you lost the battle of the sheep." Alice hisses through gritted teeth. She stands in agitation and inhales a deep breath and without meaning to, flashes her fangs.
The countess, three years older than the young queen, trails her eyesight on the queen's smooth neck down to the very low cut of her v-necked gown. She does this leisurely, not caring if she gets caught or not. She licks her upper lip visually raping the queens bare back. She could only imagine the tasteful view that awaits down below.
"Stop that."
"What?"
"That. Looking at me like that. Looking at me the way those dumb men look at me."
"What? Drooling?"
"You're creeping me out. Stop that."
"Or else what, my queen?" Lady Yelena stands. The guards point their guns even closer. But Yelena starts walking towards the queen. She grabs the queens gloved hand and hastily removes the gloves. She leans in to give the hand a kiss. It was the softest she's ever kissed. As she finishes the kiss, she leaves a tiny lick and looks up to the surprised queen. "Or else what, my queen? Feed me to your dogs?" She finishes with a lopsided grin that made all those country girls fall victim to the countess' charm.
The Queen pulls her hand back, caressing it with her left hand. She looks at Yelena wide-eyed. All the memories are rushing back now. All those warm afternoons in her childhood. The stallion horse, the barn, the bed of hay. Her breathing hitches. The memories of skin on skin, the vigor of youth.
Yelena draws her head back into a resounding laugh. She does remember. It took only one chaste kiss on her right hand and all the memories came back.
"Now, you remember, don't you, princess?" Yelena says. Alice shakes herself awake. Who is this woman? Why does she share memories with me?
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NGL (Not Gonna Lie)
RomanceIt's time to go. You have a bus to catch. It's your daily commute. Your mind is restless, needs to read. You can't risk reading an entire chapter afraid you won't finish. Hop on this ride. It's chapter upon chapter of flash fiction. No, you don't ne...
