Seven Princes

Bella

Boy, I hate these kinds of events, the kind of occasion where I have to keep up with appearances and pretend to be the person that my father wants me to be. It’s many little girls dream to be a princess, but not me. I wish I wasn’t one, I wish I was free to do what I wanted to do.

But what is a girl to do? I’m the princess! I can’t exactly run away and lead a normal life, for now I have to do whatever the king tells me to do. Your father is hard enough to disobey as it is, when your father is the king and you’re not allowed out of the secure walls of the castle? You have little choice.

So here I am, bored. Trying to let the wine make this evening bearable. In a room full of pretentious people and a bunch of men that my father feels would be suitable for me to wed. Of all the men in the entire world, I have a handful to choose from. A handful of suitors that my father thinks worthy to have me, but a handful that I feel unworthy of me.

People like Prince Alexander, the perfect match. I mean, the perfect match as far as my father is concerned. With the arrogance of the man, you’d be tricked into thinking he was God’s gift to women if you were blind, but his ugliness is both on the inside and outside. He has no chance with me, not that he thinks that. But I have to be polite. He comes from money and a family that is an ally in the area. I don’t want to, but I have to play nice. I’ve given him enough cold shoulders that he seems to be finally getting the picture.

No, not for me, someone else will have to do for this princess. In truth, by my count there’s only seven men in this room who I’d want to feel inside of me. By my count, only four of those my father would be willing to accept, which causes somewhat of a problem.

Three of those are brothers, the sons of King Richard of Sanyek, Isaac, Ralph and Josh. King Richard rules the neighbouring kingdom of Saynek and is a close acquaintance of my father. It had long been thought that I’d marry one the princes, but which one? I could never quite decide which one was the most handsome, but all three were tall and well built. The type of men who could protect their princess, maybe all three of them at the same time would be able to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before, a girl can only dream.

Isaac was the oldest and most self-assured of the three. He commanded the respect of the room and that was always a bit of a turn on for me, he had physical power to go with his powerful presence. He knew it too, he was confident to the point of cockiness, but had a charm which was alluring. The middle brother, Ralph was more of a follower of the three. He’d do whatever Isaac told him to do. I knew if Isaac wanted me, there is no way he’d let me get with Ralph. But he was sweeter and more polite than his elder brother.

Josh was the youngest, but the biggest of the three. He was the opposite of his eldest brother however; he didn’t carry the same aura about him. He was quiet, and only spoke when he had to. I’d not spoken to him a lot, but he was always polite and sincere. From the look in his eye, I knew he liked me. He was an absolute physical specimen. He must have been around six and a half foot tall with biceps bigger than most people’s thighs. No-one in this room could come close to taking him in a fist fight; he could certainly protect me, that’s for sure.

The three brothers all were suitable enough, but it was another prince who held my affection above all others, but this one was the forbidden fruit of the forest. If King Richard was a close acquaintance of my father, George’s father of the Oxerod kingdom was at the other end of the scale. They hated each other, and the only thing stopping them from going to war was a mutual trade of goods and services which suited both kingdoms, it was a very unstable partnership.

I rarely saw George, he and his family were only invited to occasions like this when they absolutely had to be. This, the occasion of my father’s 50th birthday, was such a time. Everyone had to be invited, which gave me a rare opportunity to gaze at this beautiful man. On the few times I had spoken to him, I found him to be charming and chivalrous, but also full of wit and humour. He was forbidden though, I wasn’t prepared to take that leap of faith with a man I barely knew.

But no-one in this room, however, had ever got me to be wet to the point of desperation more times than John. He was my father’s right hand man, and had many times acted as my personal bodyguard. He had known me since I was a teenager and I had constantly flirted with him when no-one was around. He would sometimes ignore me, sometimes flirt back, but he never acted on it. Even when I made it very clear I was there for the taking. He knew the consequences of anyone finding out, he was obviously never prepared to take that risk. He was in his 40’s, but more handsome than ever. Strong and brave, my father trusted him with his life. I would too.

I probably wouldn’t trust Max, not that he’d ever be asked too. He was a nice boy; he was young like myself and was trying to make his way up in the world. He worked around the castle and did the kind of jobs that no-one else wanted to do. I’d see him every so often, and we were good friends. You could say friends with benefits too; I used him at my whim whenever I was craving some cock. There was a secret passage into my room that only I was meant to know, I had told Max a few years ago and he’d come and visit when I demanded it. He knew I could never be with him though, he had no standing in the world and my father would never allow it. In a room full out men trying to be more powerful and boisterous than the next, he was a ghost. Cleaning up the mess and changing barrels.

No-one in this room intrigued me more than Adam though, the handsome doctor. He was allocated to the castle, but lived outside of the walls, which was odd, as most others stayed on site. He was young for a doctor too, and devilishly good looking. He had treated me on a few occasions and always felt safe with him. My father would have preferred me to marry into fellow royalty, but Adam would have just about been suitable. He was cold-hearted though, and his bedside manner left a lot to be desired. I probably wouldn’t have been interested, but there was something about him that intrigued me greatly. Almost as if there was a kind heart behind that cold exterior and I always wanted to get inside his head and see if I was right.

So, seven men that held my affection. All of them knew it to a degree, and I was pretty sure I had their affection too. In a world of closed walls and guards at every corner, my choices were slim. I was sure I’d find the right man for me soon.