Snow
“Queen!” Derek calls me from inside the room. “The Council demands your presence!” He continues, and I find a smile creeping up to my lips. Hugging myself tightly against the night’s cool breeze, I glance one last time at the capital, its orange lights like candles glowing in the distance, spilling onto the roads and highways and turning them into a brightly lit cobweb. I’ve travelled all over the world, but I’ve never found a sight as beautiful as this one. Maybe it’s because this is the one place I can call home.
“Queen! The Council can’t wait!” Derek calls me again, and I finally turn on my heels and head back in, turning my back to the large balcony. The room is covered in shadows, but I can still make out the outline of the large bed I ordered. It’s so massive I had to move my chambers to one of the largest rooms in the palace, but it was more than worth it.
“And what does the Council want with me?” I purr, slowly walking to the edge of the bed. Taking my hands to my shoulders, I grab the large shirt I’m wearing — one of Tyler’s — and let it slide down my body and onto the floor, the fabric caressing my naked skin on the way down.
“The Council wanted you to take that shirt off, but I guess that’s an item we can cross off,” Malcolm laughs gently, sitting up on the bed. Even though the room is draped in shadows, I can still feel their gaze tracing the lines of my silhouette, the heat of their bodies calling to me.
“And what else?” I continue, placing one knee on top of the bed and climbing up on the mattress. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but even this mattress had to be order made — and it’s cost was prohibitive. It’s a good thing I’m the Queen.
“What else?” William joins in, kicking the sheets back to reveal all of their naked bodies. The seven of them are lying in bed right now, the shadows and the moonlight working together to turn their figures into something out of a fairy-tale. “Maybe the Council wants you for...everything.”
“Everything? But that’s gonna take all night,” I chuckle, nestling myself between Lucien and Richard, running my hands from their chest to the wall of muscle covering their stomachs, the rugged contour of their abs making a shiver go up my spine.
“The Council will work through the night if needed be,” Nicholas laughs, reaching for me and resting one hand atop my right breast, gentle squeezing it as my nipple hardens against the palm of his hand.
“Ah, the Council,” I giggle, feeling just like a little girl, “I’m the Queen, why does the Council makes me work this hard?”
“Because the Council is in love with you,” Lucien whispers into my ear, softly nibbling at it. I close my eyes as he says it, my eyelids drooping by instinct, and I let an heavy sigh leave my lips.
“You’re in luck...The Queen loves her council as well,” I reply, that pleasant warmness spreading through my body, my pussy growing wet with each passing second. Lucky for me, I have the most perfect seven men in my bed right now, and they’re all ready to take care of me.
Do you remember how we met? Yes, I’m talking about you and me. Remember the way I ran my hand over my tiara, thinking of how much I wanted Prince Gladrell? That’s right — things changed fast, didn’t they?
You followed me through the Lost Wood as I ran, my heart thrashing inside my chest, and you saw as these seven men walked out of the darkness and held me in their arms. You’ve been with me right from the very beginning, and so I think I owe it to you: I’ll tell you how my story ends. Or begins — it really depends on how you look at it.
After being crowned Queen Snow, the next few days were some of the most exhausting of my life. Sure, posing for photographs and waving at people might seem like the full extent of what a monarch does, but there’s a lot more. Particularly a lot more paperwork. And, after replacing someone as Moira, you can be sure that my new office in the palace had stacks of documents lining up the walls.
I survived these days, though. I reversed the nationalization process Moira had put into motion, repealed her legislative changes, and even presided over her trial. Gladrell’s lawyers still tried to push for a royal pardon, but I flat out refused. If this was a family spat, sure, I might have considered it. But Moira and Gladrell messed with St. Carlta — they messed with my people — and that’s something I simply can’t forgive.
What happened to them? I entered into an agreement with the States and extradited them there. Right now they’re probably banging their heads against the wall of their cells. No happy ending for the former Prince and Queen.
Of course, you can’t expect me to run a country like my own — specially since I have so many ideas I want to see implemented. Sure, I have my father’s support and guidance, but I needed something more...And that’s the Council — seven men devoted to their Queen, offering their guidance, support...and love.
Richard, Derek, Malcolm, Tyler, Lucien, Nicholas, and William — these are the seven names I’ve learned to purr and moan out loud.
These are my Council, and I’m their Queen.
“Hey, what are you thinkin’ about?” Lucien whispers, brushing his fingertips up from my knee to my inner thigh.
“A lot of things,” I purr; then, moving fast, I curl my fingers around his wrist and force him to press his hand against my naked pussy. “But right now, I don’t want to be thinking of anything...”
“That can be arranged.”
Every fairy-tale deserves an happy ending — and this is mine.