I've always been the overachieving type - top of my class, every time. But, let's be real, when you're the daughter of the Duke of Edinburgh, there's a certain expectation to excel. My dad's always been a bit...particular about my education, though. I've been homeschooled since forever, and he's never been keen on me studying "useless" subjects like history or geography. His words, not mine.
Instead, he's always emphasized the importance of looking, well, pretty. I mean, I've been bathed in rose petals since I was a kid - hence the name Rose, I suppose. The maids would always whisper to each other, their eyes roaming over my body like they were sizing me up for something. It was weird, but I never really thought much of it.
That was until the day everything changed. I was 16, and I'd just finished bathing. I stood up, naked, in the tub filled with roses, and that's when I heard the footsteps. I thought it was just Madline, my maid, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw him - this gorgeous guy with piercing brown eyes, black hair, and skin as white as marble. He looked like an angel, but, um, I was still standing there naked.
He stared at me, frozen, and I have to admit, I was pretty stunned myself. The water droplets rolling off my skin seemed to slow down, like time itself was pausing. He asked me to step out of the bathtub, his voice low and husky, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. As I slipped and he caught me, I realized that my body was, well, reacting to him. The soft fabric of his shirt was rubbing against my nipples, and I let out a moan without even realizing it.
He looked embarrassed, muttered an apology, and quickly wrapped a towel around me. I was still reeling from the encounter, but something inside me snapped. I'd always heard the legend about a beauty born every so often, one who craves pleasure and will stop at nothing to claim it. I looked at him, my eyes locking onto his, and said, "Help me." Then, I forced a kiss.
But he withdrew, wrapping the towel around me like I was some fragile doll. He brought me to my bedchamber, called for a maid to bring me medicine to calm my nerves, and left me wondering - who was he, and how did he know I was bathing? The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted him, and I was determined to find out more.
