A Glance, A smile, A touch
Being a princess has its perks
The grandeur, the opulence, the works
But it also brings with it the lows
The expectations, the demanding in-laws
Today I have turned eighteen
Sheltered and ripened for the picking
By the sons and the lords of the land
A tool, a vessel for their offspring
Everyone is hiding behind a mask
Amongst are my potential suitors
Their true identities kept hidden
I cannot see their faces
Everything around overwhelms me
And I run away into the gardens
The vines of rose envelop me, hide me
Holding me close, as I welcome silence
I never expected their presence
Clad in elegant robes and gems
A bejeweled sword at their hip
A cape bellowing in the winds
I ever expected their hold on me
Their touch on my waist
Their tongue on my lips, my skin
My soul melting at their taste
I feel like I am drowning
Until their fingers slip
beneath my corset’s lacing
Untying it, and I can breathe
“Feeling better?"
Their voice is gentle and feminine
which takes me by surprise
I see the nuances under the mask
The smooth skin, the delicate lips
“Countess Adela of Northenbury
At your service, my lady”
The sons and the lords can wait
For I have just found my soulmate.
