Chapter 34: chapter 33

Sybil

The grand hall of the palace was adorned with shimmering chandeliers and draped in rich velvet, illuminating the faces of nobles and dignitaries from all corners of the realm.

Laughter and music echoed through the air, a symphony of celebration that marked the royal ball in honor of the  upcoming royal nuptials.

Across the ballroom, Ludovica, , stood surrounded by admirers, her laughter ringing like silver bells.

As the night wore on, I caught  Cyrelas's eye from across the room.

He gave me a subtle nod, a signal that sent warmth flooding through my veins.

With a fleeting glance at Ludovica, who was engrossed in conversation with a group of ladies, I made my way through the crowd, my heart pounding with the thrill of secrecy.

“Meet me in the old storage room,” he had whispered earlier, the urgency in his voice tinged with fear and longing.“I need to see you.”

The old storage room, or as the staff affectionately called it, the “crap room,” was where relics of the past were stored.

Dusty old tapestries, forgotten portraits, and trinkets from long-gone eras filled the space, creating a haven for those wishing to escape the prying eyes of the court.

I  slipped away from the ball, my breath hitching as I  approached the door to the room.

I pushed the heavy wooden door open, and the musty scent of aged wood and forgotten history enveloped me.

“Cyrelas?” I called softly, my voice echoing in the stillness.

“Here,” came his reply, and I turned to see him emerging from the shadows, his face illuminated by the moonlight streaming through a small window.

The sight of him made my heart leap—a mixture of love and sorrow. He advanced towards me, his expression a blend of joy and worry.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” he said, reaching for my hand.

“I didn't want to,” I replied, my voice steady despite the flutter of uncertainty in my stomach.

"Come here."

He pulls me in desperately for a kiss.

......

Cyrelas

I lowered my trousers down as she took off her leggings before she wrapped her legs around my waist.

I pull up her uniform dress . I hiss as my hardness comes in contact with her flesh.

I kissed along her neck and shoulder and down to her collar bone making her release shuffled moans on my shoulder .

She rubbed herself against me looking at me with desperation for much more needed friction.

"I need you... Now."

She says before licking my lips. I take her tongue in my mouth holding her tighter against the wall .

I used my other hand to rub my tip against her watery flesh before slamming into her.

She threw her head on my neck biting me letting out the best sound I've ever heard in my life.

I kissed her neck to muffle my moans.

I found myself pounding in her over and over and over again . Deeper, faster and intense. I am addicted . Obsessed and usually those feelings are not pure . But I just can't help it. I feel her fingernails digging into my back as she slammed her hips with mine taking me deeper , ensuing pleasure I've never felt with anyone.

Thankfully the sound of my ballocks  colliding with her gluteus was overshadowed by the orchestra playing in the hall.

I felt her toes curling around my thighs taking me to the edge.

I pulled her head away from my neck before taking her mouth in mine. I moved my hand down to her chest to find her breast .

We moaned in each other's mouths as her insides clutched around me and I felt myself release a wave of pleasure ripping off my whole being as I felt her shudder with her release washing over my shaft .

We started kissing slowly as so was my movements. She looked at me with hazy eyes and I smiled before pecking her forehead.

I pulled out laying her down on the ground and I hug her feeling dizzy. How am I going to walk out feeling like this.

She pulls herself away before getting dressed.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes. I just gave to go back ."

She says fixing her dress. I nod pulling up my briefs .

"How are things going with Ludovica?"

"Uh...great I'd say. She has already started talking about babies."

"Is that so? Well , I hope you keep it that way ."

I look at her confused. She turns to leave but I hold her back.

"Ok, what is it ?"

"What?"

"You were ok when you got here and now you're just..."

"It's nothing."

"Come on talk to me."

She sighs before looking at me.

"I don't know...I just feel like a villain."

"What? Come on Sybil, I'm the villain here. I'm the one who's been after you. All you did was just do what you want . I don't want you feeling like that, ok?"

She nods before hugging me tightly .

"I gotta go."

"I should probably go first . "

"You're right."

"Please, don't feel like that . "

I sigh walking out of the room.

.......

Lady Avengeline

As the grand ball echoed with laughter and music, I slipped away from the revelry of the royal palace.

The chandeliers sparkled like stars above, but my heart yearned for solitude amidst the swirling silks and gilded masks.

I wandered through the ornate corridors, the opulence of the palace both a comfort and a cage.

As I turned a corner, I  paused, my breath catching in my throat.

Emerging from a misty room was  Prince Cyrelas, his dark hair tousled, adjusting his collar with a frown.

He looked every bit the dashing royal, yet there was a vulnerability in his expression that intrigued me.

I felt a flutter of curiosity; my breath caught in my throat as I pressed myself against the wall, heart racing, as he glanced around before retreating back into the ball.A hint of a smile playing on his lips.

My heart  breathless with questions. As the echoes of the revelry returned, I felt a pull towards the room he had exited. What could have transpired within those walls?

Once assured he was gone, my curiosity pulled me toward the room he had just vacated.

The door creaked open, revealing a modest crap room adorned with the remnants of a forgotten elegance.

Inside, I found a maid, her hands trembling as she adjusted the hem of her dress.

My heart sank as recognition dawned—the maid was none other than Sybil.

"Sybil?"

She turned around looking at me shocked.

Well well well!