I raise my head back up to the scene slightly and my smile diminishes as I meet Patrick's hard eyes. His expression Astute, eyes swirl with hidden suspicion as he glares right at me, and I glare right back at him. Could it be possible? for him to recognize the young boy in me or does the new look of a man shroud what my appearance used to be.

"Ladies and gentlemen", the archbishop rasps, the force in his chords were like metal scraping cemented grounds. Summoning his breath to announce his words. "Your new leaders, King Gunter and Queen Tiana."

The thunderous roars and cheers resound, louder than before to the new nobilities, the clock struck a chime, and the crowd on the castle grounds cheer with joy at the symbol. Patrick breaks his gaze, readying for the move, as do I.

The woman in black from earlier steps in behind Tiana, adjusting her gown and veil as Tiana is prepping to make a few steps. The archbishop moves aside, and the other bishops follow. All guards and the old kings split in two, clearing a pathway to the large window to the cheering crowd. Thier energy blooming, white doves flying around and faint sounds of fireworks.

Hand in hand Gunter and Tiana are guided towards the scene, I closely behind Gunter until I was somehow found myself right behind the woman in black who was right behind Tiana and holding the end tips of her long white gown. Their crowns sparkle above as they exit out into bright rays of the beaming sun, just over the stoned edge of the window wide enough for the both of them to stand side by side, hand in hand.

The crowd below roaring like waves hitting against rocks as they acknowledge the new King and Queen, I stand aside just an inch behind her, forcing myself to gaze down at her voluptuous backside or her smaller hand interlocked with his, instead I save the torture and I force my eyes about to the horizon of the green land.

Just across that field were the commoners standing just at the rusty old gate, children sat around the necks of their mother and father as they themselves wave over to the Queen.

I swallow dryly, my face etching to contort as the sorrow like sentiment tingle at my chest, looking at my old life, a life I would have still been confided too hadn't that fateful day reached. Would I still have been there even now? or right here at her side, where I belonged. For a quick curiosity I flick my eyes down at her, her head angling to the right where I stood as she acknowledged every row of the crowd.

The feel of my eyes burns her cheek, and she lowers her head to try and gaze back at the feeling, I tear my eyes away back to the crowd just as I felt eyes burning behind me. My focus returns to securing for any weapons as the crowd chant for the old king to step out.

I'm conflicted by the cause, incapable of looking elsewhere but the gated horizon of commoners on the other side, all memories soon flooding over me. What difference is it? though I am at her side, I am still a prisoner, trapped by predicaments, and haunted by trauma. It became too much. Too much to bear at the horrid memories.

The chants I try to ignore seem to grow, becoming the nuisance in this moment of sorrow I try to steal for myself, my chest rams, burdening my oxygen flow. I gravely swallow, once again sealing my emotions to remind myself I am nothing more, but a mere shell and I glance down at my dress shoes, when a sudden brush of wind blows through the strands of my gelled hair, touching at the scalp.

As if it touches my cheek, it felt like a call, and I angled my head just a little bit to acknowledge. I see the tree; the once leaved barks are now naked to the eyes leaving its rotting old wood to wither away. Despite the age, it stands firm, a ray of sun beams down on it, almost as if it sustains its life. The ramming paces itself, and I can breathe again, this time that sorrow was lifted, and that joyous emotion returns.

For the first time, I was calm, reminded how just many things can make the greatest memories, because I was always with the right person. I gaze away, refocusing back to the tips of my dress shoes, and as the ovation fade away in the background, I stood with a smirk plastered on my face, -- never knowing when it etched itself in the beginning.

With the little effort to restore my emotions, I return back to my stoicism, glancing back up to the crowd, when eyes caught my peripheral's. The gaze is warm, curious and fondly, in the instant I knew who it was my world spins once again, warming up my chest in the make. She was gazing at me, standing in the middle of her father and her new husband, somehow, she must have torn her eyes away from people to search to a new scenery. And found me.

How long had she been looking? I could only wonder to myself as I angled my head to look back into her eyes, my smirk dissipates and the thrashing in my chest returns.

Those once hard eyes of curiosity were now relaxed to a more look of uncertainty as the world around us once again disappear.

***

"What have you got so far?" I hear a voice whisper at my ear. The guests roam freely with drinks in hand, mingling below while the new King and Queen perch themselves onto the thrones.

Our eyes locked with each other as if we dare one of them to break away.

"Nasir?" My name is called out in question. Sharply. "Hey?"

A palm touches my shoulder and I break my eyes from her eyes, sweet oxygen is restored in my lungs, and I meet Ray's eyes, his head tilted with curiosity. And I clear my throat.

"You alright?" he asks tenderly, his eyes trying to follow what I was gazing at.

"I'm fine," I chuckle just as he narrows his chin up to the throne sections, I can still feel her eyes on me, and I swallow moving away.

"Uh, yes sir."

Figures brush against us as we head back to our posts, classical waltz of music play within the ballroom as the guests mingle and pirouette on the dance floor, elegant gowns of women billow around them as they twirl around with their partners. Ray speaks to me in the background, but my focus now shifts on an eerie hunch.

... "We checked the -"

"Ray." I cut in.

"Yes sir."

I gaze around in thought, double checking if this suspicion is accurate. Before the coronation this ballroom was once swarming with guests, and now it is as though the room felt more spacious than before.

"I need you to round up a few guards and check the lobby, thoroughly inspect outside or anywhere else, guests or children could mingle." My voice lowly, and my words were spears cutting through solid ice, he aligned his back, and discreetly I twist my head over to his stern eyes.

His gesture silent, but our eye contact was loud enough, speaking with no words. "While you're at it, I need you and Charlotte on standby." I add in.

"Right away sir." He nodded, and with that he turns away blending into the crowd with his matte dark attire, leaving me to stand alone in the post of the ballroom. I eye the multitudes of colored gowns stretching onto the floor as they are spun like blooming flowers as I try and regain my composure, focusing on settling the chills trickling down my spine.

When a pair of eyes burn holes in my body, coming from behind me, and I smelt a familiar fragrance. Body heat creeps up onto my backside and slender fingers slither up my arms. "We need to stop meeting like this," she tells me in a low tantalizing tone, "It is bad enough you have been plaguing my mind with unholy imagery.

I make no effort to search for the owner behind the alluring tone, rather keeping stoicism and allow her to step into my view, a lowly smirk creeps onto my face as her slender fingers slither around the buckle of my belt, porcelain skin contrasting against the dark dress pants. And she steps within view, and I peer down to those piercing Emerald eyes.

The white of her orbs are clouded, and her cheeks are blushed red. I gaze intently, studying her flustered state, surveying the gentle seductive touch as she cautiously trails her fingers downwards to the material of my dress pants. The touch is sensual, delicate. Clearly a moment she longed for since she laid eyes on me.

"Forgive me ma'am, I can be multiple places at once. Physically and mentally."

Her eyes divert down to my lips, and she smiles gleefully, parting her lips to suck in the corner of the bottom. Her frame stepping in closer until she hovers before me, blocking her intentions from view of the people.

Just as I felt her fingers glide down to the zipper of my trousers, I peer up and swallow -- not breaking my stance.

"I think physically is what a woman prefers, why bother mentally? when the package is right in front." A faint smell of Korbel champagne on her breath. But her steps are cautious enough, indicating this wasn't under any influence but her own driven hunger.

My stance is rigid, the blood involuntarily surging down to the organ tucked inside as she glides the tips of her acrylics gently on the bold outline. She sucks in a sharp breath through her teeth. Lowly.

"It would seem I'm not the only one to agree." She huffs erotically, stepping in closer to my chest, her breast press against me and I swallow. By this point If I back away I'll hit the wall.

My arousal is suddenly burning, the organ swells and pulses. Through the hood of my eyes, I watch as she inserts her hand in the open space of the zipper, her small wrist gently disappears inside my dark trousers, searching until her fingers find and lower the band of my briefs, -- I glance up again to another woman looking over to the scene in wonderment, her eyes sensually studying the woman standing in front of me before locking her gaze with mine. -- Her cold hand wraps around the shaft, and I suck in sharply.

A faint moan slips from her throat, and she creases her brows, once she felt the size, attempting to wrap her hand around me. A slight tremble in her palm, I groan to the erected nipples. The tip of my dick oozes and my balls grow heavy, ready to erupt. I'm fully aware of her need, and my needs grow, I gaze back down to the woman, and she gasps at my dark hungry eyes.

The way she maneuvers her wrist with such little space, massaging the tip, leaving feather like touches on my balls and now able to stroke the length, my knees want to buckle to the pleasure.

Debating in this moment could have been an option, but I chose to ignore it, as for now in this moment, I desired this woman. Failing to sustain my composure under her amorous craving. With my shaft barely around wrapped around her hand, she moans softly knowing she is winning. And proves it as she strokes faster.

"You want me," she teases lowly, classical music in the background and the twirling guests move in sync with her jerking arm. "And I want you. Oh, so badly."

The music suddenly grows louder, gowns spinning wider.

My eyes locked on those rosy lips, picturing how it'll stretch widely when I insert my shaft inside and run it down her throat in the bathroom stall, her nipples were sharper than diamonds, and I remembered than she is in this event with no underwear, easy access.

"With all due respect ma'am, it is best you walk away. You don't know just what you're asking for." I growl, ensuring her that this was her last chance.

Glasses shatter in the distance, drunken men roar in laughter nearby.

Her gaze flicks down to my lips and she licks hers. The music speeds up, growing louder and louder. As did her strokes, she rubs over a vein, and I groan, letting my head fall back to the pleasure, and coming back down.

Those green eyes blurring, and her strokes are becoming urgent, pushing her body into me, the tip of my dick rubs against the friction of my trousers, only irritating the organ further, and he was ready to rip through the fabric. Our current circumstances fading from her vision, never mind she was feeling me up in the presence of other elites.

Her intent obvious, she is daring me, and she won't have it any other way.

"Perhaps you can teach me a lesson," she retorts.

Her patience thinning, as well as mine. Her eyes flutter down to her gown, lashes fan her cheeks her one free hand slithers up the right strap of her gown, tugging on the fabric. I survey the rest of her body, angling my head downwards to rake up her figure.

"These clothes are a nuisance; they hide my body." she whines, her pace slowing, now leaving me to jerk forwards only to feel her wet and warm hands stroke gently around me.

"Yes, they are."

Her strokes are slow and agonizing, and I grit my teeth. "They need to come off."

"Yes, they do."

"Tear them off me" she whines, her face contorts to an erotic expression, "tear them off and mend my body to your liking."

And with that I catch her wrist, huffing and growling as I stride powerfully with her behind me, heading to the nearest bathroom stall.

***

"Uhh, sorry sir, where have you been?" Charlotte questions, I look up to her surveying my disheveled curls, whilst I was in the middle of fixing my cuffs. The scornful expression of her face as those blue eyes scrutinizes my once formal attire, now I stand before half of the guards in the post, most likely in jumbles of my recent activity.

I didn't even need to say it, I probably carried the scent with me. The smell of the woman I had mauled in the mini cubicle of the restroom, the temporary moment of passion, with her breast smudged against the door, my hand cupping her mouth as so every individual doesn't hear her pleasurable cry as they step in, thrusting into her ever so powerfully until the swell of my balls recede, now leaving her to rest and recuperate as she laps up the spilled seeds on her face.

Playing stupid, I chose to ignore the question, instead displaying a smirk, and changing the subject to more important matters. "What have you found?" I asked to the team, eyeing Charlotte and Ray.

"Hmm, well, sir. While you were away, we have scoured the castle. And." Just from the way she moderated her voice, I could only assume this chill down my spine had its reasons.

"And yes sir. There are several missing children, and all the rooms are now shut and bolted."

Just as I thought. "Very well."

From my careless answer, Charlotte peers up to me, her perfectly trimmed brows crease together as she cocks her head slightly. And when she notices just how relaxed I appeared, she rested her expression. "So, you got it?"

The smirk on my face stretches into a grin, my left-hand digs into my pocket until I feel the sharp edges against the pad of my finger. "This one?" I cheese pulling out the black card.