You’re a knight. You’ve taken an ale that alters your vocal cords, elongating them temporarily during the day. You found a chest piece that hides cleavage under its hard exterior. You’ve set upon a quest and have found a princess in need of saving. She is very grateful to you for the rescue from the corrupt kingdom she was in. It has taken a turn since her father assumed kingship. Her grandmother was a wondrous queen, but her father is spiteful and her safety is upmost priority, especially since she is the only heir to replace him.
She explains this giddy and full of joy as she runs to the nature she’s been kept from. You feel your herb begin to wear off and sip from your flask again to continue your conversation. But you’ll run into a problem when you stop for the night, only one day into your multi-week journey. You must take your chest piece off, and underneath is only your loose linen blouse you were wearing when you ran away from home to pursue this dream.
You decide to wait until the maiden is sleeping, and set the wake up early. Instead she finds you bathing yourself before nightfall, just after hunting your dinner. You quickly move to hide yourself and she turns around, her back to you. You hunch in shame and fear but she says, loudly, “sir, you cover yourself, do you not wish for me to see you? I can leave,”
Did she not see your body? You are sure she got more than enough of a look.
“Because if you are ashamed and do not wish for an onlooker, or if you just wish that onlooker wasn’t me, I’d understand. But, truly, I would much like to join you. It’s been a long day of trekking and the water looks very soothing and cool.” The freedom in her voice is mixed with one of excitement, too.
You decide to take a chance and invite her to bathe, it is hot, even as the sun dips further below the horizon. When she quickly strips down, running into the stream, you are pensive. She notices, “what is it, sir?”
“You don’t mind… the way I am?” You hesitantly start.
“You saved me, that’s made you more of a man than most. You say you are a man, who is anyone to tell you otherwise?”
She saunters over to you and takes you jaw in her hands, forcing your head to face her. “Regardless, you are my knight, whom I owe my life.” She stands on her toes to plant a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m eternally grateful and thankfulness tends to send my mind toward untoward thoughts,” she bites her lip and grins up at you.
You dip your head down and press your lips to hers, hands raking down her form. She leans up into you, hunger in her lips. You lay her on the small rocks, watching the water flow around her curves. You show her how grateful you are to her, for the chance to travel with her. For her unconditional acceptance. You show her with your hands, your mouth against her as she grinds her hips up to you. As she moans out your title, you swear to be the best knight you can be.
