Excerpt: The door to the Queen’s chamber slammed shut and the priest staggered out into the hallway. “She bit me!” he cried. “Look at this!” The attendants overseeing the ritual rushed to look, and Crisia couldn’t help but cluster around too. She saw an angry red ring of teeth marks on the priest’s hand, a drop of blood welling up in the deepest one, and between his thumb and finger a ragged edge of skin. She also saw a line of claw marks down his face from under his eye to the base of his neck. She reached out, without thinking, to touch him and comfort him with her hand, but he pushed her away roughly. “Away from me, slut. Go put your whore hands on that thing in there. And good luck. She’s an animal, not a princess. She is intact, however.” He raised up his middle finger. “I felt her up to there before she went wild. She is fit for the king, at least. If he wears his armor.” The attendant nodded at Crisia that she should go in, and she opened the door slowly, looking inside. The Queen sat with her female servant by the window. Her beautiful silver dress was pulled up roughly around her thighs, and her servant was brushing her hair, long slow strokes down the Queen’s back with a silver brush. The servant made soothing noises, but the Queen’s breath was coming ragged, half choked. Crisia was afraid. The male servant sprawled across a chair, facing the door, and he eyed Crisia from top to bottom. He was blonde also, they all were, but he was huge. He wore a loose wide shirt, white and open at the neck, and riding breeches. The bones under his collar seemed almost blue under his snowy skin, but he was a strong man with a thick neck and wide wrists, callused hands. He had a thick blonde beard and smooth, straight blonde hair like the Queen’s, but it was cut off bluntly at his chin. Crisia wondered if this was the Queen’s bodyguard, the girl her slut, or the other way around. She didn’t know how they did things up north, only that the King was not responsible for the Queen’s pleasure. They were told she would bring her own means. Crisia cleared her throat quietly and the man said something to the Queen in the northern language, something Crisia did not understand. The Queen turned and glared at her, blue eyes glittering in the torch light. She rose, and her dress fell to the floor, covering her legs. With one sharp exhale, the ragged breathing stopped, and the Queen composed herself thoroughly before she began to speak in her high, strange voice, like winter bells. “Concubine, I greet you. Enter.”
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|Title of Erotic eBook: The Queen|
|Release Date: 03-27-2011|
|Publisher: (Indie Author)|
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That day, all day, the Queen did not come. She was expected at mid-morning. She was expected at noon. She was expected in the afternoon, during the hottest part of the day, when the children were hunting in tide pools and splashing in the waves, and everyone else was sleeping or waiting. But she didn’t arrive. The people in the castle began to worry. Could her caravan have run into trouble as it came through the pass over the mountains? An enemy ambush? A landslide? Could the new Queen have been carried off by a flock of wyverns? Maybe she had decided not to come at all.
Criso Castle was built onto a headland in the center of a long broad bay. In the distance on either side the high peaks of mountain ranges rose, making a natural boundary between Criso and the neighboring countries to the north and south. Far inland the mountain ranges converged, closing off the kingdom. At the bottom of this valley, a river flowed to the sea, fed by both mountain ranges, warmed by the sun. Where it widened and poured itself into the bay, a pair of cliffs rose up from the beach sharply. The river cut through them in a gorge. To the north was a high plateau where the castle rose in its white rock towers. On the south side of the river, a matching tower.
Between the two, a bridge spanned the river, high and wide. You could drive three carriages across it abreast. Everyone who saw it was amazed, and believed it could only have been accomplished by magic. It was made of white stone....
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