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KING DARIUS

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Summary

Have you ever had a secret, you held it close to your heart and never told a soul about it? King Darius does. He is the most secretive man in his district area. Hidden behind big, black, cast iron gates, he lives in a way that any poor woman would love to live and experience. Do you know Tilly Archmichael? She’s the key to unlocking his secrets and he doesn’t see her. The wealthy are horrid, evil and bratty beings who would do anything to not see Tilly and King Darius together. Tilly is poor after all. Tilly has dreamed about him but she could never expect for the two of them to be a pair given her own personal circumstances. There again, she doesn’t think of him the way that he would another woman. His mind is advanced in comparison to hers. Hidden behind a thick, red, velvet curtain she stands with her hands pressed against her chest. He doesn’t know that she’s there watching him play out the role he knows all too well but secrets always rise to the surface in the end. As his muscular body sweats buckets, a fantasy like no other is revealed to her. She knows that King Darius has everything that she could ever possibly want but she never did expect to open a closed door to his sexual life beyond anything that she has ever witnessed in her nineteen years of living. Just remember, she has sneaked inside his private party for the rich and wealthy.

Genre:
Erotica / Romance
Author:
Ivy White
Status:
Ongoing
Chapters:
35
Rating:
4.7 7 reviews
Age Rating:
18+

Chapter 1-The young girl with a dream.

Description

Have you ever had a secret, you held it close to your heart and never told a soul about it?

King Darius does. He is the most secretive man in his district area. Hidden behind big, black, cast iron gates, he lives in a way that any poor woman would love to live and experience their life.

Do you know Tilly Archmichael? She’s the key to unlocking his secrets and he doesn’t see her. The wealthy are horrid, evil and bratty beings who would do anything to not see Tilly and King Darius together. Tilly is poor after all.

Tilly has dreamed about him, but she could never expect for the two of them to be a pair given her own personal circumstances. There again, she doesn’t think of him the way that he would another woman. His mind is advanced in comparison to hers.

Hidden behind a thick, red, velvet curtain she stands with her hands pressed against her chest. He doesn’t know that she’s there watching him play out the role he knows all too well but secrets always rise to the surface in the end. As his muscular body sweats buckets, a fantasy like no other is revealed to her. She knows that King Darius has everything that she could ever possibly want but she never did expect to open a closed door to his sexual life beyond anything that she has ever witnessed in her nineteen years of living.

After sneaking into his private party for the rich and wealthy, she follows him to confirm to herself that she has actually gathered up enough courage to see what he does behind the scenes. What she’s about to witness is far more complicated than she could have possibly ever imagined. The room of red lustful desire, black leather straps, pleasure, sweating palms and a stomach filled with butterfly sensations.

How will she get out without being caught in the process?

Who is King Darius truly?

His sex life is on fire and so is her face of innocence. She is a woman who has never been touched by a man before. She is a woman like the rest who need to be married before engaging in sexual activity.

Will she break all of the rules that King Darius himself created and tarnish her families name?

Will she melt in his hands like mush or will she get away with keeping her little secret to herself?

King Darius is very persuasive and has the upper hand. If he does catch her, everything in her life could change. Take that into account.

Chapter 1-The young girl with a dream

A young girl with a dream. Parents are both still in the picture, a fabulous group of friends, her parents names are Helena and George.

George and Helena lost their parents years before Tilly was born but they still have their pictures that hang up on the walls in their small, short hallway. They were loved by all those who knew them when they were alive and passed away peacefully in their sleep, each and every single one of them which is a rare case to see.

The area in which they live is a breeding ground for infectious diseases, Coronavirus being the main culprit. After it spread worldwide, covid 19 settled in their little valley continuously taking lives each passing day without a single delay. The locals learned to keep moving with life and to deal with the problem if it ever was to infect them, which it never did.

Tilly is very small compared to those who live in her tiny village. The average height is five foot nine and she is barely five feet tall. She has unique dyed bluish silver hair that shows her personality, her skin is fair and she wears short waist tight dresses to feel like the ultimate princess. She has always dreamed of the King himself taking her hand and asking for her to marry him, but she knows that she couldn’t be any further away from that happening than ever before.

She lives with George and Helena inside a small brick house on the edge of the street at the very back of the village. They are addressed as the Archmichaels. Such a beautiful Christian name that was changed many generations before George was born. His family was Catholic and his ancestors would be disappointed to find out that George was never baptised. None of his current family is, not that he’s thought about it.

Their house is miniscule in size compared to the middle class family homes. In the eyes of the government, two bedrooms and one shower room is big enough for a family of three. They don’t have a living room or kitchen. In fact, there is a small counter top in George and Helenas bedroom that they deal with. A two seater breakfast table sits at the bottom of the bed where they spend time together eating and catching up with each other. It truly isn’t fair for them, but they still feel lucky to have what they do. A roof over their heads, a bed to sleep in, a shower to get a wash, clothes to cover their backs, shoes on their feet and enough money coming in to cover the bills each week. Helena gave up trying to find a new place for the family to live, deciding to stay put until Tilly gets up and leaves their home once she gets married. The house is freezing cold. Coal has been hard to come by this coming winter and George managed to get his hands on a couple of local newspapers. Helena was keeping the fire running all day long because she has always suffered with freezing cold hands and feet. The fire ate through all of the paper and logs, of which George needs to get more but due to no money being left inside their pot of fortune, the family will have to wait until pay day.

George is the only person to earn a living wage inside their home. Women’s rights doesn’t exist inside their village and both women have to stay at home cleaning ready for their men to come home from working in the textile and woodwork shops. There is one job available for women which is a “Call out” but many of the married men won’t allow for their wives to do this because of what the job entails.

In the workshops, George will hit nails into wood, chop down the trees and cut the fabrics. On a couple of occasions, he was called over by a call out girl. He would refuse their services and call them a “slut” underneath his breath. It was understandable, what they did was against the law. Having sex with men for money. Sex before marriage has always been forbidden and if they were to get caught then they would be killed for doing wrong by the village.

George coughs. He was sent home by work with suspected Coronavirus. This was later diagnosed as black lung disease. The same as the plague but the name has been changed by the villagers.

Laying down in bed, George pulls the thin sheets up and over his chest. Within a couple of short seconds, he’s in a deep sleep breathing in deeply. Tilly sits at the breakfast table reading the last small piece of newspaper Helena found in the trash outside their house.

Royal Party

Reading the barely recognisable font of details, Tilly falls into a daydream about what it would be like for her to attend the party. An invitation is needed to attend the event and her love for the king runs deeper than you could possibly imagine, which gives her the will power and determination to get inside the Royal party. Still, she is too poor to be in attendance and stares at the paper feeling defeated in her situation as Helena slides her hand across the table, grabbing the paper and taking it with her to start the fire back up for a couple of seconds.
Tilly feels the warmth swipe across her skin and turns to look at it. The fire is placed in a dangerous spot and is merely a foot away from the wooden table.

Helena takes a plate off the side and places it in front of Tilly checking on her husband George hoping that he can pull through his illness. Tilly doesn’t understand what is wrong with George because Helena refused to tell her daughter about what was going on in the world. She hoped that it would disappear but it has travelled even closer to home than she wanted it to be, even if George isn’t infectious anymore, he still has the secondary illness that's connected to Covid-19, a mutation of it.

Looking down at her plate, Tilly smiles. She’s hungry and Helena has managed to get some carrots to add to the mashed potatoes and the last scoop of chicken broth. That’s what they have eaten all week. Chicken, mashed potato and gravy, but that is a good meal for where they live in the middle of nowhere. Just imagine this, the closest supermarket is a four hour drive away and nobody owns a vehicle in the entire village. Not including The King and the wealthy of course. A couple of middle class families have horses but to get them to bring back some food would cost a small fortune and Tilly’s family could never afford the sum that they’re asking for. They have to wait for food to be dropped off locally and grab what they can when George gets paid by his work.

Tilly would spend most of her days wishing that she could have a snack to eat in-between meals. Breakfast has always been the most filling with hot oatmeal and a drop of honey on the top. She will lick her lips each time she gets a bowl but there never is enough to fill her up completely. She’s thankful that she can get that from her parents and would never ask them for more. Instead, she will wait until tea time and get excited for her pre-bedtime bread and cheese.

The one thought that crossed her mind would keep her going each passing day. She has carried hope trying to manifest a better life for herself and her family. It hasn’t come to fruition yet but she does hope that she will see the jackpot at the end of the long, big, tall rainbow one day in the future. Who is she kidding, she’s from a poor family in the middle of nowhere and The King has his eyes on the wealthy, not her. All she can do is wish upon a star and dream about what could be.

Walking to get clean water in the afternoons, Tilly could see The King riding past her in his white and navy blue limousine. She would watch in awe hoping that he would drop the window down to talk to her but he never did. He did stop on a couple of occasions to talk to the middle class families but because she was poor, he wouldn’t bother to look in her direction. She would keep a smile on her face to try and gain his attention but he would always drive off or slam the door on her. She didn’t look at him as being arrogant or horrible, she just accepted him for the way that he was. Dismissive.

As you can imagine, the wealthy had the better quality dresses and shoes, they had body washes, hair ties, all the things that Tilly could only wish to own. The list goes on, and the way that they lived was prestigious in comparison to Tilly and her basic life.

She felt as if she was being penalised for existing. To hear the wealthy children from the villages private state school talk about their lifestyle and visiting The King never did sit well with her. Jealousy would appear out of nowhere but Tilly would force the beast to back down and look at the reasoning behind her way of living.

Once a year for Tilly’s birthday, Helena and George would save up as much money as they could gather together over a couple of months to take Tilly shopping at the supermarket. To rent a horse and carriage would cost them too much and they would opt in for a horse where all three of them would find a way to sit on it before it would gallop away. It was never comfortable for Tilly being squished between her parents but she would have done anything for that one day of freedom. They would only go there for one thing and that was a small birthday cake with buttercream icing and colourful sprinkles on the top. The cake was the size of a cup and she would keep it for weeks after its sell by date because she knew that she wouldn’t get another one for a full year and she loved the taste of it. Junk food was a treat and she knew that full well. The cake was messy and Tilly would scoop it inside her mouth only a small piece at a time. She wasn’t selfish and would offer George and Helena some of it but they would always tell her that the cake was hers and for her to appreciate the little things in life, which she did. The sweetness of the buttercream would leave her smiling as she would feel the crunch from the sprinkles. A delightful treat filled with vanilla sponge cake and strawberry jam. What a great invention it was, Tilly would think to herself. She was grateful for everything that George and Helena did for her and she now wants to give back to them the way that they did her.

What made it worse for Tilly was watching all of the wealthy and middle class children get everything that they wanted. They were spoilt brats and would throw themselves down on the floor if they didn’t get what they wanted. When she was at the local vegetable store with Helena, she witnessed what she shouldn’t have. A young girl with pig tail braids in a luscious pink dress that had a big purple bow and a white fluffy Teddy bear in her left arm threw her ice cream down in the dirt because it wasn’t the one that she wanted. The ice cream looked divine, bubble gum with sprinkles and cream. What Tilly would have done to be able to even taste it. That ice cream would cost five pounds, the price that it would cost George and Helena for a month’s supply of meals. What made it worse was the fact that the young girls mother went and got her another one leaving the ice cream on the floor and walking off to buy candy floss for triple the price of what George and Helena paid for Tilly’s birthday cake each year. Tilly being young back then didn’t understand why Helena wouldn’t ever buy her what the young girl had and Tilly wanted a Teddy bear more than anything in the world but it was just too expensive for Helena to afford to get her the luxury item so she never did.

Down the track a few short minutes away sits a large castle where The King himself has lived all of his life. The gates have stayed shut throughout Tilly’s upbringing and not a soul from the poor class has seen inside. The wealthy live in a separate area in what they call a cul de sac which is also a gated community. Nobody knows what they do but they are connected to the main castle and have their own gate which they can enter through to get inside.
The castle isn’t only large. It is ginormous and The King, Mr Darius Wright lives there alone. His family does visit in the holidays and from what Tilly hears in the newspaper, they have parties all of the time. She promised herself that she would get inside and still to this day she’s trying to gather up enough courage to do just that.

The castle is built up with red brick behind big, black cast iron gates. Trees surround the perimeter and all that Tilly can see is the top of the building. A picture in the newspaper did catch her eye when she was a teenager and she took in all the castles natural beauty. Cars lined up outside, a stable was to the right where horses were kept at night time. The article did state that the horses had all the land to roam freely and her heart melted like butter behind her own hands as she placed them against her chest. The castle had a Victorian feel to it with the floor to ceiling bay windows, thick curtains that were made using the most expensive materials to where she didn’t even know the names of them. She still doesn’t to this day. She just remembers that picture which Helena threw in the fire and she was willing to sacrifice that one item she cherished more than anything in the world to keep her family warm.

Tilly would walk to the end of the dirt track and hide in the bushes making sure she didn't get caught by the authorities. The area in which she would look up at the castle from was out of bounds but to feel like she was where she belonged, she would risk getting caught just to look up at the top of the castle. It was better than nothing in her mind.

Oh, how she wishes that she could get inside and look around for herself. She would definitely take in all of the small details and appreciate the architecture for all that it is worth.
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