A Beautiful Storm

"What is this flower called?" Hensley asked, curious, Colette approached sincerely, "That is a Daisy, My Liege. Do you wish for a bouquet?" he asked. "No, only this one flower is good." Hensley said, "But, My Liege, that flower is dirty." Colette protested, "I want this Daisy." Hensley declared, already loving the authority he gained. Colette shuddered slightly and picked the tiny flower up with great care, "Yes, My Liege, as you wish." he mumbled with embarrassment, "Ah. Fontana, was it? Please give it to my mother, I would be pleased from her reaction." Hensley spoke with confidence, not even thinking whether this body's birther was still alive or not.

Unfortunately, she wasn't, "My Liege. . .?" Colette questioned, doubting himself. "Oh. Um. . .' Hensley insinuated, his heart a whirlwind of emotions, "Never mind. . ." he finally managed to croak out after a few minutes of silence, "Yes, My Liege. . ." Colette acknowledged. Thus, they went onwards to the proper white castle, Colette leaded him into the dining hall, it was almost a house of mirrors.

There were uncountable mirrors, some were tinted, some disfigured one's appearance, some were cracked mirrors. But either way, the hall looked very marvelous, Hensley, however, managed to hold in his excited sounds. Take me to my chamber, Fontana." Hensley ordered, Colette immediately agreed and led the way, they soon arrived to "Hensley's" chamber.

"Wh- Your Majesties!" Colette exclaimed as covered his mouth and Hensley's eyes, you can only imagine a 50-year-old uncle having i*tercourse with a 30-year-old babe, not b*be, more like a m*lf. Surprising, right? It was triple the shock when Hensley realized that those two love birds, were his father and stepmother, shocked may not be the appropriate word, disgusted might be, horrified may also be, terrified or mortified and so on. . .

The point here is, whatever the two were doing, was absolutely not okay, nothing here was fine. The King and new Queen of a kingdom making love in their child's bedroom with the door unlocked, that certainly sounds like someone has a k*nk for publicly traumatizing people, how brave of them, oh right, back to the storyline. Seeing this blunder, Hensley immediately called out : "Father, get down here right now!" his father responded and pulled up his pants and approached him, "Where were you-"

"Don't give me that crap!" Hensley yelled, Colette looked like his eyes were going to pop out, and his jaw was going to touch the floor, "What is this. . . Shameless activity you wished to do in my bedroom?!" Hensley probed. The king was quiet, for a moment, he looked ashamed of himself, but the almighty stepmother spoke up. "Oh hush, child!" She said, "You know nothing! When two tigers are in love and desperate for releasing that love, they don't care where they are or who's watching!" she further explained, "Mememe. That's what I hear right now. Was I talking to you, lady?" Hensley pried, Colette dared to giggle in such a situation.

" "Lady"!?" His stepmother quivered with anger, she bit his lips, drawing out blood from her tinted lips, "You da-" "Shut it, nobody wants to listen to your high-pitched whining."

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