What can I say? With dedicated fans like you guys, a girl can never go wanting of friends. Thanks gang for sticking with me. I hope you like the new part. I'm dedicating this one to Dreaming in Purple and Strawberhy Shortcake for being such avid followers of my stuff, not that I don't love everyone else, but those 2 keep me writing.
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Part 9
"What do you mean Max?" Liz asked coyly. Oh shoot, she so shouldn't have said that.
"I mean, how do you know that they are nice people, Liz?" he asked.
"Umm, I over heard Alex's father talking about them." Liz lied.
"Prime Minister Whitman and the Chancellor of Cambria hate each other. Their families have had a feud going on for centuries." Max told her. Why was she lying? It looked like she was extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh, umm, I meant to say that I over heard the other ladies of the harem saying how nice they are. Zena didn't have a bad thing to say about them." Liz lied again. She had forgotten about the feud. She knew she was skating on thin ice.
"Zena has never met the Chancellor or any one of the court. She has lived in the harem her entire life Liz." Max told her. Again, she lied to him. What was she hiding?
"What I meant to say was..." Liz tried again, but Max cut her off.
"Why don't you try the truth this time Elizabeth. What are you trying to hide?" Max questioned her in a rather commanding tone.
"I'm not trying to hide anything." again, a lie.
"Elizabeth, you are trying my patience. I want you to tell me." Max told her in a stern voice.
"I can't." and with that, Liz got up and ran out of the library and to the only place she could go, her rooms. She knew she wouldn't be safe for long, but she would try and hide as long as she could. One little slip of the tongue almost cost her everything.
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Zan wandered up to the harem, and slipped inside Liz's room. He had several hours of free time for the afternoon and he couldn't think of anything better than spending it with Liz. When he came into the room, he found Liz lying on the bed, with her little servant girl rubbing her back. It looked like Liz was asleep. Crystal looked up and found Zan, her eyes going as big as saucers. She quickly got up and bowed low to Zan.
"Excuse me my lord, but my mistress wasn't feeling well." Crystal said in a low voice with her head downcast.
"You do your mistress well, young one. Thank you. You may leave now, and send for Lady Zena. I wish to see her as well." Zan told the little serving girl. Crystal quickly scurried out the door. Zan moved over to Liz and started rubbing her back, and also slowly unbuttoning her top.
"Crystal?" Liz yawned, rolling over onto her back.
"No, not Crystal." Zan purred into her ear, nibbling down her neck.
"Mmmm, Zan." Liz hummed in pleasure. Zan pulled back.
"How'd you know?" he asked.
"Because Max would wake me up before he started to disrobe me." Liz said with a smile on her face. Zan chuckled at her. The door to her rooms opened and Zena entered. Liz and Zan looked up.
"You called for me my lordship." Zena said entering the room.
"Yes my flower, sit with us. I wish to spend my free time enjoying both of my favorite women." he told her, his voice laden with a husky under tone. Zena quickly moved onto the bed and Zan reached for her, kissing her sweet mouth. Liz laid there and watched the thrilling scene before her. Zan was an amazing kisser and Zena was so intune with him. Liz reached up and started taking off Zan's shirt while Zena's hands quickly moved to take off his pants. Zan pulled back.
"Wait, before you 2 have me completely undressed, I wish to see my beauties naked first." Zan told them, and they instantly started stripping. Liz's gown came off quickly and Zena whisked off her pale blue gown, leaving them both in only a small pair of under wear. Liz was considerably smaller than Zena, but no less lovely and Zan looked his full. Zena looked over at Liz and couldn't resist, so she pulled Liz into a deep kiss. Liz had never kissed another woman, but she knew that I turned many men on, plus Zena was an excellent kisser. Liz wrapped her arms around Zena's body, pressing her self full against her. Her skin was so soft and the thrill of doing this and having Zan watching was quickly going to her head.
Zena moved her hands down Liz's body and cupped her small round breasts. Liz moaned at the contact, feeling Zena roll the hard tips was making her so wet. Liz followed Zena and cupped her very full breasts. Zena started kissing down her neck, just like Zan had done to her and moved until she was level with her very hard nipples. Zena began to suckle on the rosy bud as she pushed Liz towards the bed.
Liz laid down on the bed with Zena never releasing her nipple. Liz brought a hand up to hold Zena's head to her breast. Liz's body started arching, loving the feeling of this woman on her breast. Zena's hands began to roam again, and moved between Liz's thighs, spreading them to give her better access. Zena grabbed the little thong and moved it off her body. Then she spread Liz's thighs, settling in between them. Zena began kissing down her body.
Liz was overwhelmed by the sensations running through her body. She never thought being with a woman like this could be so thrilling. Liz felt Zena's fingers slowly probe her nether lips and she moaned at the contact. Zena found her little pleasure button with amazing aim and began to rub it in tiny circles. Liz's moaning was getting louder as her body started to build towards her orgasm. Zena moved her fingers and Liz cried out in protest, until she felt her long delicate finger slip inside her body. Zena started to pump slowly, but added a second finger and picked up the pace. Liz's body was arching off the bed. Zena knew just what she needed. Zena moved her head between Liz's legs and flicked at her pleasure nub with her long tongue. A few strokes and Liz fell into her orgasm with a scream of Zena's name. Zena kept licking as her love juices flowed into her mouth, slowing her fingers, drawing out her orgasm.
Zan had been watching the whole interlude and he was hard as a rock and needed to be buried deep inside a woman this instant! He laid down and pulled Zena towards him. Zena kissed him, her mouth tasting like Liz, causing Zan's desire to spike. Zan quickly pulled Zena down onto his raging hard on, her moan of satisfaction accompanying his own. Liz rolled over to watch as Zena threw her head back as she started to ride him. Zan reached up and grabbed Zena's full breasts, loving to watch them bounce up and down as she rode him like a prize stallion. Liz could feel her excitement start to build once again and couldn't help but reach down and begin to play with herself in time with Zan and Zena.
Zena caught sight of Liz and a smile crossed her face. "Liz, I know that my lord Zan is talented enough to pleasure both of us at the same time." Zena told her.
"Yes, please Liz." Zan rasped. "Sit on my face. I wish to have both my women cum with me." Liz moved over on the bed and knelt over Zan's face, putting her dripping core level with his fiendish mouth. Liz knew just what that mouth could do, and she knew she wouldn't be disappointed. Liz felt Zan's tongue snake out and lick up her folds. Her whole body shuddered.
Zan's hands were holding on to Zena's hips, bringing her to a frenzied pace. Zena's moans were very getting louder and louder, signifying that she was getting closer to fulfillment. Zan picked up his pace on both women, attacking Liz's pussy with a frenzy of desire while he pistoned into Zena like a man crazed. Zan could feel both women start to quiver with the beginning of their orgasm and he had never been more relieved. He was so close that he wasn't sure he could hold on much longer.
"ZAAANNNNNNNNNNN!" Zena screamed, throwing her head back as her muscles clenched down hard on Zan's hard cock.
"Oh, god, I'm soo close, Zan, OH God! Zan, I'm cumming, I'm... ZAAAAAANNN!" Liz screamed as her orgasm washed over her. Zan lapped at her juices and his cries of passion were muffled by Liz's legs. His body spasmed and he thrust hard into Zena, filling her with his essence.
Slowly their bodies all clamed down. Liz moved off Zan's face and Zan rolled Zena to his side, slowly slipping out of her. Liz curled up behind him with Zena curled up to his front. They all slowly drifted off into a very satisfied sleep.
Outside Liz's door, Max stood listening to Liz as she screamed Zan's name in passion and he could feel the jealousy bubble up in his heart. Liz was his and he was going to prove it to Zan, no matter what. Max opened the door and closed it with a slam.
TBC...
The Love Slave M/L/Z UC ADULT-- [COMPLETE]
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Part 10
"Who the heck is slamming doors?" Zan moaned. He was so close to being asleep.
"Me, you back stabbing jerk!" Max bellowed.
"What the hell is your problem bro?" Zan yelled back, sitting up in the bed. Zena and Liz were both wide awake at this point and were curled up under the bed spread, trying to hide from Max's fury.
"My problem, My PROBLEM!" Max yelled. "My problem is you. I was trying to talk to Liz and before I can find her you're already screwing her brains out, you slime ball." Max was seething with anger at this point. Who dare Zan do this too him. Max was being irrational, but at this point he was far from caring. "You can have any woman you want, but you have to choose mine. What, Zena wasn't enough for you?"
"Max, what the fuck is your problem all of a sudden. I can have any one I want in this place, just the same as you can. So what if I want Liz, I can have her, she is a love slave. That's what she is here for." Zan told him. He had no idea where this was coming from and he didn't like where it was going.
"I don't care what you think you can and can't do. I'm the crown prince around here, and from now on, Liz is mine. Do I make myself clear Zander?" Max said in a commanding voice.
"Fuck off Max, I can do whatever or whoever I want." Zan told him, turning to lay back down. Before Zan could even blink, Max was on the bed, trying to choke his brother. "What the...Max are you crazy?"
"Max, stop, please." Liz said trying to get through to him. She had rolled out of the way the instant she had felt the weight shift in the bed. Max was in rare form and she knew most of his anger was directed at her. "Max, please calm down." Max finally let go of Zan, long enough to look at Liz. There were tears in her eyes from how much he had just scared her. Max backed off and jumped off the bed. He turned on his heel and stomped back out the door. Liz quickly followed.
"Max, please, wait." she called after him. He stopped and turned. "Max, what was that all about?"
"How could you do that with my brother, right after you ran away from me?" Max asked, the fury just underneath his calmed exterior.
"I'm a Love Slave Max, and you and your brother are my masters. I am to be your willing lover, whenever you desire me. I am no more and no less." Liz told him.
"You are more than that and you and I both know it. There are things you aren't telling me Liz and I want to know. Who are you? And I mean really." Max asked.
"I can't tell you that, not because it is something bad, but because I cannot tell anyone who I am. Please respect my decision Max. I want to tell you, I do, but I cannot if I want to protect the only shred of decency I have left." Liz pleaded with him.
"Fine Elizabeth, if you cannot trust me with the truth then I have nothing more to say to you. Good day." and with that he turned on his heel and left. Liz watched his retreating form and fell to the floor and cried. It was so hard not to tell him who she was. She was slowly falling in love with him, even though she knew she could not. She may once have had the potential to marry a man like Max, but not now, not after what she had been forced to become. Nothing more than a glorified whore, a man's plaything.
Ava stood watching the scene unfold and her worst fears were coming true before her eyes. Max was falling for that little tramp, and she was in love with him too. Ava would not let this happen, not when she knew, deep down, Max was hers and not anyone else's.
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Max was fuming when he went downstairs. Liz was withholding something important from him, he just wish he could put a finger on what it was. How could a slave know anything about a member of the royal court from the Leo galaxy, at least 30 light years away from her own planet of Gordova? It didn’t make sense. What hurt Max the most though, was the fact that Liz didn’t trust him enough to tell him. He knew he was falling for her, even though he knew it wouldn’t do him any good. He knew there had to be an answer to this puzzle, and he didn’t recieve the top education in the galaxy for nothing.
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“Listen you little fool. You’ll do as I say or I’ll have you killed, it’s that easy.” Ava hissed at the bath attendant.
“I won’t do anything unless you make it worth my while. I don’t have any reason to dislike the girl, so I have no reason to hurt her. So, unless you come up with something equal in trade, I’m not inclined to help you.” the bath mistress told her.
“Fine, I’ll do this myself.” Ava huffed off. Ava walked past Liz’s room and found that her stupid little slave had left her bath oils unattended in front of the room. ‘Little idiot.’ Ava thought. ‘This is going to be easier than I thought.’
Slowly Ava moved towards the basket and grabbed the half full vial of vanilla oil, Liz’s preferred fragrance. She took the small vial of poison out of the folds of her dress and poured the poison into the oil. She mixed the colorless, odorless poison into the vanilla and screwed the lid on tight. She put the poisoned vanilla back into the basket and quickly fled from the scene.
“Mistress Liz, are you planning on a taking a bath this evening?” asked Crystal as she moved to pick up her bathing basket.
“No, I’m just going to rinse off quick. I had a nice long bath this morning, but thank you Crystal. I won’t be needing those.” Liz said as she took off for her bath. Ava cursed her bad luck from the shadows of the harem, but she knew that Liz would have to take a bath at some point, so she could wait a little while longer.
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Liz crawled into bed after her quick bath and pulled the covers over her head. She wasn’t expecting anyone to want her tonight, not after the incident with Max and Zan earlier today, but she was mistaken.
Max opened the door to her room and moved towards the bed. He had plans for Liz, and by the end of the evening, she would tell him who she was, even if he had to make endless love to her until she was just a whimpering bundle of flesh.
TBC…
"Who the heck is slamming doors?" Zan moaned. He was so close to being asleep.
"Me, you back stabbing jerk!" Max bellowed.
"What the hell is your problem bro?" Zan yelled back, sitting up in the bed. Zena and Liz were both wide awake at this point and were curled up under the bed spread, trying to hide from Max's fury.
"My problem, My PROBLEM!" Max yelled. "My problem is you. I was trying to talk to Liz and before I can find her you're already screwing her brains out, you slime ball." Max was seething with anger at this point. Who dare Zan do this too him. Max was being irrational, but at this point he was far from caring. "You can have any woman you want, but you have to choose mine. What, Zena wasn't enough for you?"
"Max, what the fuck is your problem all of a sudden. I can have any one I want in this place, just the same as you can. So what if I want Liz, I can have her, she is a love slave. That's what she is here for." Zan told him. He had no idea where this was coming from and he didn't like where it was going.
"I don't care what you think you can and can't do. I'm the crown prince around here, and from now on, Liz is mine. Do I make myself clear Zander?" Max said in a commanding voice.
"Fuck off Max, I can do whatever or whoever I want." Zan told him, turning to lay back down. Before Zan could even blink, Max was on the bed, trying to choke his brother. "What the...Max are you crazy?"
"Max, stop, please." Liz said trying to get through to him. She had rolled out of the way the instant she had felt the weight shift in the bed. Max was in rare form and she knew most of his anger was directed at her. "Max, please calm down." Max finally let go of Zan, long enough to look at Liz. There were tears in her eyes from how much he had just scared her. Max backed off and jumped off the bed. He turned on his heel and stomped back out the door. Liz quickly followed.
"Max, please, wait." she called after him. He stopped and turned. "Max, what was that all about?"
"How could you do that with my brother, right after you ran away from me?" Max asked, the fury just underneath his calmed exterior.
"I'm a Love Slave Max, and you and your brother are my masters. I am to be your willing lover, whenever you desire me. I am no more and no less." Liz told him.
"You are more than that and you and I both know it. There are things you aren't telling me Liz and I want to know. Who are you? And I mean really." Max asked.
"I can't tell you that, not because it is something bad, but because I cannot tell anyone who I am. Please respect my decision Max. I want to tell you, I do, but I cannot if I want to protect the only shred of decency I have left." Liz pleaded with him.
"Fine Elizabeth, if you cannot trust me with the truth then I have nothing more to say to you. Good day." and with that he turned on his heel and left. Liz watched his retreating form and fell to the floor and cried. It was so hard not to tell him who she was. She was slowly falling in love with him, even though she knew she could not. She may once have had the potential to marry a man like Max, but not now, not after what she had been forced to become. Nothing more than a glorified whore, a man's plaything.
Ava stood watching the scene unfold and her worst fears were coming true before her eyes. Max was falling for that little tramp, and she was in love with him too. Ava would not let this happen, not when she knew, deep down, Max was hers and not anyone else's.
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Max was fuming when he went downstairs. Liz was withholding something important from him, he just wish he could put a finger on what it was. How could a slave know anything about a member of the royal court from the Leo galaxy, at least 30 light years away from her own planet of Gordova? It didn’t make sense. What hurt Max the most though, was the fact that Liz didn’t trust him enough to tell him. He knew he was falling for her, even though he knew it wouldn’t do him any good. He knew there had to be an answer to this puzzle, and he didn’t recieve the top education in the galaxy for nothing.
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“Listen you little fool. You’ll do as I say or I’ll have you killed, it’s that easy.” Ava hissed at the bath attendant.
“I won’t do anything unless you make it worth my while. I don’t have any reason to dislike the girl, so I have no reason to hurt her. So, unless you come up with something equal in trade, I’m not inclined to help you.” the bath mistress told her.
“Fine, I’ll do this myself.” Ava huffed off. Ava walked past Liz’s room and found that her stupid little slave had left her bath oils unattended in front of the room. ‘Little idiot.’ Ava thought. ‘This is going to be easier than I thought.’
Slowly Ava moved towards the basket and grabbed the half full vial of vanilla oil, Liz’s preferred fragrance. She took the small vial of poison out of the folds of her dress and poured the poison into the oil. She mixed the colorless, odorless poison into the vanilla and screwed the lid on tight. She put the poisoned vanilla back into the basket and quickly fled from the scene.
“Mistress Liz, are you planning on a taking a bath this evening?” asked Crystal as she moved to pick up her bathing basket.
“No, I’m just going to rinse off quick. I had a nice long bath this morning, but thank you Crystal. I won’t be needing those.” Liz said as she took off for her bath. Ava cursed her bad luck from the shadows of the harem, but she knew that Liz would have to take a bath at some point, so she could wait a little while longer.
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Liz crawled into bed after her quick bath and pulled the covers over her head. She wasn’t expecting anyone to want her tonight, not after the incident with Max and Zan earlier today, but she was mistaken.
Max opened the door to her room and moved towards the bed. He had plans for Liz, and by the end of the evening, she would tell him who she was, even if he had to make endless love to her until she was just a whimpering bundle of flesh.
TBC…
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Part 11
“Crystal?” Liz asked.
“No, not even close Elizabeth.” Max whispered in a husky voice that sent shivers down her spine.
“Max?” Liz asked again, knowing the answer but still unsure as to what he was doing in her room. She was sure he wouldn’t want her, not after how he acted towards her this afternoon.
“You weren’t out in the line up this evening. Since when are you exempt?” Max asked.
“I, uhh, I figured you wouldn’t want me this evening.” Liz told him.
“You figured wrong madam, and I plan on proving to you just how much I want you.” Max told her in a commanding voice. He may be mad at her, but he could never not want her. “Get out of that bed Liz and come to me.” he instructed.
Liz did as she was told and climbed out of the bed. She took several tentative steps toward Max and came to stand in front of him.
“Undress” was all he said. Liz slowly started to take off her clothing. She could sense his anger close to the surface of his emotions, but his face wore a mask of passive disregard. He looked at Liz with indifference as she removed her robe and was left with nothing underneath.
“Undress me.” he told her. Liz reached shaky hands up to the buttons on his shirt and began to undo each one, letting more of his sculpted hairless chest exposed. Liz looked up at Max and still found him looking at her with an emotionless face. This worried her, because Max was always so expressive when he was with her. Maybe her actions earlier today had been too much. But, Max just didn’t understand. She didn’t have the option to refuse Zan, even if she was developing feelings for Max. She was a Love Slave and she couldn’t change that twist of fate that had come to be her life. The only way out of this was to tell him who she was, but the shame in what she had become would drown her.
Liz pulled his shirt out of his pants and knelt down to unbutton his pants. She pulled down the zipper and Max’s engorged member sprang free. Max picked up one foot and then the other as Liz pulled his pants off his body. Liz was still kneeling when she felt a hand behind her head. The hand brought her eye level with Max’s manhood, and being a Love Slave, Liz understood what was wanted of her. She flicked out her long tongue and ran it length wise up Max’s rapidly hardening cock. She took the tip of him into her mouth and wrapped a small hand around the base, slowly beginning to suck on his flesh.
Max’s head fell back from the pleasure of her little mouth on him. Her tongue was doing things to him that he never thought possible. He was quickly reaching the breaking point, but he didn’t want to end just yet, oh no, it was long from over.
Max grabbed at her shoulders and pulled her up to her feet. He wrapped a strong pair of arms around her waist and pulled her body flush with his. Their mouths were a hair’s breathe apart. “Kiss me.” he commanded. Liz brought her lips to his and he attacked her mouth. His kiss was fierce and full of angry passion. Liz gasped at the explosive feelings coursing through her body. His tongue plundered her mouth, leaving no crevice untouched. Her lips were puffy and bruised and her head spun from the force of the kiss. Max picked her up in one swoop, never stopping the kiss and carried her to her bed. He set her down and began attacking her exposed flesh.
Max’s mouth kissed a blazing trail down her neck, across the swell of her breasts and down to her already hard nipples. He latched on to one pert nipple and began to suckle. Liz’s body arched into the contact. His loving was pleasure bordering on pain, but it lit Liz afire. She kept trying to get closer to him, closer to his amazing mouth.
Max switched to the second nipple, turning it as cherry red as its counterpart. He left teeth marks in his wake, branding her body as his. He knew he could have her body when ever he wanted, but he planned on claiming her heart and soul before he was through.
Max moved down her body, sucking and leaving marks down her stomach as he neared where she needed him most. Max kissed her lower stomach and nuzzled the dark chestnut curls at her mound.
“Please Max.” Liz whispered. Max pretended like he didn’t hear her and began to kiss down her leg, massaging as he moved. Liz sighed at the feeling of being loved so thoroughly. Max moved to her foot and began to massage the arch, taking each toe at a time and then moving to her other foot to repeat the process. He kissed up her other leg and once again neared her heat. Liz tried to get closer to his face, trying to assuage the burning desire in the pit of her stomach. Max kissed her there, but before she knew what was happening, Max had scooped her up and flipped her over, leaving her back exposed to him. “Max” Liz gasped in surprise at the change in position, but relaxed when she felt his body cover her and his hands and mouth begin a trail down her back.
Once again, Max sucked and massaged her pliant flesh. His mouth and hands moved in unison down her back to her round little bottom, kissing and kneading the tender flesh. Liz was squirming at his touch, trying to get him to relieve the ache just between her thighs. Max once again worked his way down one leg and up the other, leaving not part untouched.
Liz’s whole body felt like a limp noodle from all the affection she was receiving, but she knew, they were far from finished. Max scooped her up once again and flipped her over. He reached up to the head board and grabbed a stiff pillow. He reached under Liz’s bottom and placed the pillow there, giving him better access to her body. Liz’s thighs quickly fell open to him as he lowered his head to her wet core.
Liz felt the first flick of his long tongue and her body arched up off the pillow. “Max!” she screamed as he began to lick at her with vigor. Max had to reach up and grab her hips to keep her in one place. He parted her folds with his fingers, leaving her swollen pleasure button open to his inspection. He flicked the nub with his tongue and was rewarded with a loud moan from Liz. He moved his face closer to her and began to suckle on her spot.
Liz’s whole body began to tremble with wave after wave of pleasureful pain swept her body. Her legs were wrapped tight around his head and they were shaking uncontrollably. Max left go of her spot and inserted 2 fingers into her body without warning. The shock sent her over the edge. “MAXXXX!” she screamed as stars began to flash behind her eyes. He kept pumping in and out of her body, drawing out the pleasure. He loved watching her come apart like this.
Max wasn’t done with her yet. Before Liz could finish her first orgasm, Max thrust savagely into her readied body. “Oh God, Max!” Liz gasped. He filled her to the hilt, surging into her body. Max grasped her hips and began to thrust deeply into her body. Liz head began rolling from side to side, crying out Max’s name with each thrust. Liz could feel her orgasm building once again, so could Max.
“You want it baby? You want it? I can feel that you’re close. I’ll give it to you if you tell me what I want to know.” Max whispered in her ear as he pounded into her. Liz was in a deep haze of passion, but she could still make out what he was saying.
“Max, I can’t. Oh GOD! I want to, I want it! Please MAX, Please.” she begged.
“Not until you tell me what I want.” Mix hissed, sucking on her ear.
“MAXXX!” Liz’s body couldn’t wait as she slipped over the edge once again.
“Tisk Tisk Liz, I told you not to. You are a very bad Love Slave, but then again, we both know that isn’t who you really are.” Max said, not stopping as he drove into her. His whole body was shaking with his need to let go, but he wasn’t stopping until he finally knew.
“Max, please, stop. I’m begging, please.” Liz begged. Her body couldn’t take much more of this. She knew that if he continued she’d tell him, just because all the fight would be sexed out of her.
“Come on Liz, I know you can handle me. I just want to please you baby.” Max said and he amazingly picked up the already frantic tempo. Liz’s body felt like it was being ripped in half. His passion was just too much for her to handle. He was like a crazed mad man, going after the only thing he wanted. Liz knew the only way to get this torture to stop was to tell him, but at what price. “Tell me Liz, I know you want to.”
“I…want…to, but I can’TTTT!” she screamed as he changed the angle of penetration and pounded even deeper, if that were possible.
“Wrong answer Liz. I want the truth. Who are you?” Max asked again, reaching down to suckle on her rosy nipple.
“Please Max, Please!” Liz yelled.
“Not…until…you …tell…me.” Max said with each thrust. Liz felt like she was going to spontaneously combust. She had to end this and there was only one way. Max had won.
“I’ll tell you, but please, finish this. Please Max, I swear!” she pleaded with him. Max looked into her eyes and saw that she wasn’t lying. He reached between their bodies and rubbed Liz’s pleasure button, triggering her mind blowing release and finally giving in to his. They came together in a crash of passion, both screaming out each other’s names as their bodies ground together, seeking that last bit of pleasure.
Finally they came down and Max laid his head down on Liz’s chest. Liz was the first one to find her voice, although she wasn’t sure how she did. “You were right about me Max. I’m not who I have led you to believe.”
“Who are you Liz? And I mean really. I feel like I should know you.” Max said.
“You knew my father Max. Lord Jeffery Parker.” Liz told him.
“Gordovian Ambassador to Antar?” Max questioned.
“Yes, one and the same. My father, mother and little sister, Emily were all killed when the war broke out.” a single tear streaked down her face.
“I knew your father Liz, and he was a good man.” Max told her looking up into her face. Why hadn’t he seen it before? The resemblance was uncanny. Then the realization dawned on him. “But Liz, if you are Lord Parker’s daughter, then you are the long lost Lady Parker. They have been looking for you for years.”
“I know they have been Max. But I can’t expose myself in this form. The disgrace would be unbearable.” Liz told him.
“But you have to let yourself be known. You have a responsibility to your family.” Max tried to explain.
“That is the very reason I cannot. Don’t you see the shame I would bring down on my family name if it was discovered who I was. I can never tell anyone what I am until I am long free from this role.” Liz explained.
“And just how did you think you were going to get free?” Max asked.
“I was hoping to convince you to free me in a few years.” Liz told him.
“It’s not likely that would ever happen Liz. I have grown far too fond of you and I would never have let you go.” Max said, kissing her forehead. Liz blushed at the compliment and curled up next to Max. She was worn out from him and the emotional roller coaster she had been riding these past few days. Quickly she drifted off to sleep on Max’s chest.
Max just stared down at the girl in his arms. He had no idea that her real identity would be of that much importance, especially to him. Little did Liz know but her father had been working on a betrothal agreement with his father. Liz was the missing Lady Parker; the same Lady Parker Max had sworn to avoid to save his bachelor state. He shook his head at the thought of how fate had intervened in this matter. But, he would respect her wishes of not telling anyone until the right time, where he could regain his lost bride and a queen befitting this kingdom.
TBC…
Bust out the fans ladies!
(Cue cheesy announcer guy)
PS-Next time, Liz won’t escape Ava’s wrath so easily. What will happen when Liz is found near dead? Will Max let her secret out? And what about Alex and Isabel, what have they been up to? What will Max’s mother say? Who is Zan screwing today? Is Michael finally going to propose? And so much more…
Part 11
“Crystal?” Liz asked.
“No, not even close Elizabeth.” Max whispered in a husky voice that sent shivers down her spine.
“Max?” Liz asked again, knowing the answer but still unsure as to what he was doing in her room. She was sure he wouldn’t want her, not after how he acted towards her this afternoon.
“You weren’t out in the line up this evening. Since when are you exempt?” Max asked.
“I, uhh, I figured you wouldn’t want me this evening.” Liz told him.
“You figured wrong madam, and I plan on proving to you just how much I want you.” Max told her in a commanding voice. He may be mad at her, but he could never not want her. “Get out of that bed Liz and come to me.” he instructed.
Liz did as she was told and climbed out of the bed. She took several tentative steps toward Max and came to stand in front of him.
“Undress” was all he said. Liz slowly started to take off her clothing. She could sense his anger close to the surface of his emotions, but his face wore a mask of passive disregard. He looked at Liz with indifference as she removed her robe and was left with nothing underneath.
“Undress me.” he told her. Liz reached shaky hands up to the buttons on his shirt and began to undo each one, letting more of his sculpted hairless chest exposed. Liz looked up at Max and still found him looking at her with an emotionless face. This worried her, because Max was always so expressive when he was with her. Maybe her actions earlier today had been too much. But, Max just didn’t understand. She didn’t have the option to refuse Zan, even if she was developing feelings for Max. She was a Love Slave and she couldn’t change that twist of fate that had come to be her life. The only way out of this was to tell him who she was, but the shame in what she had become would drown her.
Liz pulled his shirt out of his pants and knelt down to unbutton his pants. She pulled down the zipper and Max’s engorged member sprang free. Max picked up one foot and then the other as Liz pulled his pants off his body. Liz was still kneeling when she felt a hand behind her head. The hand brought her eye level with Max’s manhood, and being a Love Slave, Liz understood what was wanted of her. She flicked out her long tongue and ran it length wise up Max’s rapidly hardening cock. She took the tip of him into her mouth and wrapped a small hand around the base, slowly beginning to suck on his flesh.
Max’s head fell back from the pleasure of her little mouth on him. Her tongue was doing things to him that he never thought possible. He was quickly reaching the breaking point, but he didn’t want to end just yet, oh no, it was long from over.
Max grabbed at her shoulders and pulled her up to her feet. He wrapped a strong pair of arms around her waist and pulled her body flush with his. Their mouths were a hair’s breathe apart. “Kiss me.” he commanded. Liz brought her lips to his and he attacked her mouth. His kiss was fierce and full of angry passion. Liz gasped at the explosive feelings coursing through her body. His tongue plundered her mouth, leaving no crevice untouched. Her lips were puffy and bruised and her head spun from the force of the kiss. Max picked her up in one swoop, never stopping the kiss and carried her to her bed. He set her down and began attacking her exposed flesh.
Max’s mouth kissed a blazing trail down her neck, across the swell of her breasts and down to her already hard nipples. He latched on to one pert nipple and began to suckle. Liz’s body arched into the contact. His loving was pleasure bordering on pain, but it lit Liz afire. She kept trying to get closer to him, closer to his amazing mouth.
Max switched to the second nipple, turning it as cherry red as its counterpart. He left teeth marks in his wake, branding her body as his. He knew he could have her body when ever he wanted, but he planned on claiming her heart and soul before he was through.
Max moved down her body, sucking and leaving marks down her stomach as he neared where she needed him most. Max kissed her lower stomach and nuzzled the dark chestnut curls at her mound.
“Please Max.” Liz whispered. Max pretended like he didn’t hear her and began to kiss down her leg, massaging as he moved. Liz sighed at the feeling of being loved so thoroughly. Max moved to her foot and began to massage the arch, taking each toe at a time and then moving to her other foot to repeat the process. He kissed up her other leg and once again neared her heat. Liz tried to get closer to his face, trying to assuage the burning desire in the pit of her stomach. Max kissed her there, but before she knew what was happening, Max had scooped her up and flipped her over, leaving her back exposed to him. “Max” Liz gasped in surprise at the change in position, but relaxed when she felt his body cover her and his hands and mouth begin a trail down her back.
Once again, Max sucked and massaged her pliant flesh. His mouth and hands moved in unison down her back to her round little bottom, kissing and kneading the tender flesh. Liz was squirming at his touch, trying to get him to relieve the ache just between her thighs. Max once again worked his way down one leg and up the other, leaving not part untouched.
Liz’s whole body felt like a limp noodle from all the affection she was receiving, but she knew, they were far from finished. Max scooped her up once again and flipped her over. He reached up to the head board and grabbed a stiff pillow. He reached under Liz’s bottom and placed the pillow there, giving him better access to her body. Liz’s thighs quickly fell open to him as he lowered his head to her wet core.
Liz felt the first flick of his long tongue and her body arched up off the pillow. “Max!” she screamed as he began to lick at her with vigor. Max had to reach up and grab her hips to keep her in one place. He parted her folds with his fingers, leaving her swollen pleasure button open to his inspection. He flicked the nub with his tongue and was rewarded with a loud moan from Liz. He moved his face closer to her and began to suckle on her spot.
Liz’s whole body began to tremble with wave after wave of pleasureful pain swept her body. Her legs were wrapped tight around his head and they were shaking uncontrollably. Max left go of her spot and inserted 2 fingers into her body without warning. The shock sent her over the edge. “MAXXXX!” she screamed as stars began to flash behind her eyes. He kept pumping in and out of her body, drawing out the pleasure. He loved watching her come apart like this.
Max wasn’t done with her yet. Before Liz could finish her first orgasm, Max thrust savagely into her readied body. “Oh God, Max!” Liz gasped. He filled her to the hilt, surging into her body. Max grasped her hips and began to thrust deeply into her body. Liz head began rolling from side to side, crying out Max’s name with each thrust. Liz could feel her orgasm building once again, so could Max.
“You want it baby? You want it? I can feel that you’re close. I’ll give it to you if you tell me what I want to know.” Max whispered in her ear as he pounded into her. Liz was in a deep haze of passion, but she could still make out what he was saying.
“Max, I can’t. Oh GOD! I want to, I want it! Please MAX, Please.” she begged.
“Not until you tell me what I want.” Mix hissed, sucking on her ear.
“MAXXX!” Liz’s body couldn’t wait as she slipped over the edge once again.
“Tisk Tisk Liz, I told you not to. You are a very bad Love Slave, but then again, we both know that isn’t who you really are.” Max said, not stopping as he drove into her. His whole body was shaking with his need to let go, but he wasn’t stopping until he finally knew.
“Max, please, stop. I’m begging, please.” Liz begged. Her body couldn’t take much more of this. She knew that if he continued she’d tell him, just because all the fight would be sexed out of her.
“Come on Liz, I know you can handle me. I just want to please you baby.” Max said and he amazingly picked up the already frantic tempo. Liz’s body felt like it was being ripped in half. His passion was just too much for her to handle. He was like a crazed mad man, going after the only thing he wanted. Liz knew the only way to get this torture to stop was to tell him, but at what price. “Tell me Liz, I know you want to.”
“I…want…to, but I can’TTTT!” she screamed as he changed the angle of penetration and pounded even deeper, if that were possible.
“Wrong answer Liz. I want the truth. Who are you?” Max asked again, reaching down to suckle on her rosy nipple.
“Please Max, Please!” Liz yelled.
“Not…until…you …tell…me.” Max said with each thrust. Liz felt like she was going to spontaneously combust. She had to end this and there was only one way. Max had won.
“I’ll tell you, but please, finish this. Please Max, I swear!” she pleaded with him. Max looked into her eyes and saw that she wasn’t lying. He reached between their bodies and rubbed Liz’s pleasure button, triggering her mind blowing release and finally giving in to his. They came together in a crash of passion, both screaming out each other’s names as their bodies ground together, seeking that last bit of pleasure.
Finally they came down and Max laid his head down on Liz’s chest. Liz was the first one to find her voice, although she wasn’t sure how she did. “You were right about me Max. I’m not who I have led you to believe.”
“Who are you Liz? And I mean really. I feel like I should know you.” Max said.
“You knew my father Max. Lord Jeffery Parker.” Liz told him.
“Gordovian Ambassador to Antar?” Max questioned.
“Yes, one and the same. My father, mother and little sister, Emily were all killed when the war broke out.” a single tear streaked down her face.
“I knew your father Liz, and he was a good man.” Max told her looking up into her face. Why hadn’t he seen it before? The resemblance was uncanny. Then the realization dawned on him. “But Liz, if you are Lord Parker’s daughter, then you are the long lost Lady Parker. They have been looking for you for years.”
“I know they have been Max. But I can’t expose myself in this form. The disgrace would be unbearable.” Liz told him.
“But you have to let yourself be known. You have a responsibility to your family.” Max tried to explain.
“That is the very reason I cannot. Don’t you see the shame I would bring down on my family name if it was discovered who I was. I can never tell anyone what I am until I am long free from this role.” Liz explained.
“And just how did you think you were going to get free?” Max asked.
“I was hoping to convince you to free me in a few years.” Liz told him.
“It’s not likely that would ever happen Liz. I have grown far too fond of you and I would never have let you go.” Max said, kissing her forehead. Liz blushed at the compliment and curled up next to Max. She was worn out from him and the emotional roller coaster she had been riding these past few days. Quickly she drifted off to sleep on Max’s chest.
Max just stared down at the girl in his arms. He had no idea that her real identity would be of that much importance, especially to him. Little did Liz know but her father had been working on a betrothal agreement with his father. Liz was the missing Lady Parker; the same Lady Parker Max had sworn to avoid to save his bachelor state. He shook his head at the thought of how fate had intervened in this matter. But, he would respect her wishes of not telling anyone until the right time, where he could regain his lost bride and a queen befitting this kingdom.
TBC…
Bust out the fans ladies!
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PS-Next time, Liz won’t escape Ava’s wrath so easily. What will happen when Liz is found near dead? Will Max let her secret out? And what about Alex and Isabel, what have they been up to? What will Max’s mother say? Who is Zan screwing today? Is Michael finally going to propose? And so much more…
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Part 12
Isabel sighed as she entered her bed room. She felt like she was floating. She landed on her bed in a blissful heap. Her date with Alex had been magical to say the least. He picked her up and he took her to the most expensive restaurant on the entire planet, La Luna. It was beautiful. Alex had requested a private gazebo for just to 2 of them and they talked and laughed like they had known each other for years. His wit was sharp and fun and he had the most interesting views on the world. He wasn’t like all the other royal snobs. He considered everyone worthy of the riches he and her had been born with and he spent a large portion of his life giving back to the people of his planet.
He was also an artist and he brought his guitar with him to serenade her. Then after their meal, he took her for an open carriage ride. Alex pointed out all the stars to her, telling stories of the Great War heroes they had been named after. Then, he told her to look at a little blue star in the eastern sky. He told her that was the planet Earth. He said his ancestors originated on that planet. He finally pointed out a bright star in the southern sky. It was part of the Virgo constellation, named after a fair maiden. He told her that that was their star, because every time he looked the star he was reminded of her fair beauty, even rivaling that brightly shinning star.
Isabel sighed again. Alex was perfect. Their night was perfect. She couldn’t believe how happy she was. Alex asked if he could take her out again, and royal protocol aside, she agreed right away. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips right before he escorted her back into the palace. Zan had been up waiting for her, but she breezed past him and went to her room. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with him, not after the night she just had.
‘Knock, knock, knock!’ came a pounding on the other side of her door.
“Come in.” Isabel instructed. Maria breezed in.
“So, how was it? Dish Dish Dish!” Maria told her, coming over to her bed and sitting down.
“Oh Maria, it was wonderful. I can’t wait for you to meet him.” Isabel gushed.
“Oh chica, I’m so glad. So, what happened? Tell me everything.” Maria asked her.
Isabel relayed the details of the date and all the wonderful things that had happened this evening. After just one date, she was already head over heels for the young gentleman. Maria agreed with Isabel, she couldn’t wait to meet him. She hoped maybe he would rub off on Michael.
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“Lady Deluca, a word?” Michael asked, catching up with Maria’s mother.
“Yes Michael.” she turned toward her daughter’s suitor.
“I wanted to talk to you about something very important.” he told her, directing her into a study so they could talk in private.
“What’s the matter Michael? This sounds serious.” Amy asked. He had serious scowl lines creasing his forehead, like he had been thinking deeply for a long time. Amy knew Michael was a serious young man, but his face gave way to different degrees of serious.
“Well Amy, I don’t know quite how to say this, other than to just come out and say it.” Michael started. “Amy, I love your daughter, more than life it’s self. I want to ask your permission to ask Maria to marry me.”
“Oh Michael, that’s wonderful. Of course!” Amy yelled wrapping her arms around the tall young man. Amy started blubbering like a baby and you couldn’t smack the smile off Michael’s face. That was way easier than he thought it was gonna be.
“But, you can’t tell her. I want it to be a surprise.” Michael told her.
“Yes of course. Oh this is so exciting. I have a wedding to plan. Oh goodie!” Amy exclaimed.
“Not yet, she hasn’t said yes yet.” Michael teased.
“Oh, like she’d refuse. She’s been in love with you for years, long before you ever figured it out.” Amy told him, filled with her classic attitude. Some times she looked so much like Maria it was scary. Michael scratched the back of his neck, blushing at the comment.
“Yeah, I know. It took me way to long to figure it out.” Michael confessed.
“Trust me; you don’t even know the half of it.” Amy told him.
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Liz stretched after finding her bed empty. Max was an early riser, going for an early run with Zan before he started his day. Liz walked out of her room followed closely by Crystal.
“Hand me the basket Crystal. I plan on being a lazy bum this morning and getting a nice soaking bath. You don’t need to attend me.” Liz told her, taking her bath things from her serving girl.
“Yes mistress.” Crystal said handing over the basket. Liz turned and went to the bath house. She took off her robe and crawled into the already prepared tub. Liz let the warm water relax all her sore muscles. Max had been an extremely vigorous lover last night, making love to her entire body, inch by inch. Liz was still worried about telling Max her true identity. She knew Max would respect her wishes to keep her secret, but she knew Max would treat her differently now. If she thought he was possessive now, she hadn’t seen anything yet.
Liz opened her vanilla oil and dropped some into the tub. The smell was so soothing and Liz inhaled deeply. She laid back and rested her head on the rim of the tub. Suddenly she was very sleepy and couldn’t help but close her eyes and drift off to a deep sleep.
Crystal came in a half an hour later to find Liz’s lips blue and her limp body resting on the rim of the tub. Thank god she hadn’t slipped into the water, else she would have drowned.
“Liz, Liz. Wake up!!!” Crystal yelled, running to Liz’ side. Liz didn’t move and Crystal started screaming. The entire harem came running.
“What are you screaming about child?” Zena came in first. “Mother of God, Help!!!” Zena screamed. The head bath attendant came in and found the scene.
“Get her out of that water. Hurry!” she yelled. “What happened?” she questioned Crystal.
“I don’t know. My mistress was taking a long bath, so she told me not attend her and I found her like this.” Crystal tried to explain quickly.
“Foolish girl, you should never leave your mistress unattended. Pray she lives, because if she doesn’t, you don’t either.” the bath attendant threatened. They gathered up Liz and took her to her room, putting her in her bed. “Child, go fetch his majesty. Maxwell will want to know.”
Crystal ran all the way, not stopping until she had found Max and Zan.
“Your highnesses please come quickly. It’s Liz.” Crystal told them. Max and Zan didn’t even wait for an explanation before they took off running for the palace.
Dun Dun Duah
TBC…
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Isabel sighed as she entered her bed room. She felt like she was floating. She landed on her bed in a blissful heap. Her date with Alex had been magical to say the least. He picked her up and he took her to the most expensive restaurant on the entire planet, La Luna. It was beautiful. Alex had requested a private gazebo for just to 2 of them and they talked and laughed like they had known each other for years. His wit was sharp and fun and he had the most interesting views on the world. He wasn’t like all the other royal snobs. He considered everyone worthy of the riches he and her had been born with and he spent a large portion of his life giving back to the people of his planet.
He was also an artist and he brought his guitar with him to serenade her. Then after their meal, he took her for an open carriage ride. Alex pointed out all the stars to her, telling stories of the Great War heroes they had been named after. Then, he told her to look at a little blue star in the eastern sky. He told her that was the planet Earth. He said his ancestors originated on that planet. He finally pointed out a bright star in the southern sky. It was part of the Virgo constellation, named after a fair maiden. He told her that that was their star, because every time he looked the star he was reminded of her fair beauty, even rivaling that brightly shinning star.
Isabel sighed again. Alex was perfect. Their night was perfect. She couldn’t believe how happy she was. Alex asked if he could take her out again, and royal protocol aside, she agreed right away. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips right before he escorted her back into the palace. Zan had been up waiting for her, but she breezed past him and went to her room. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with him, not after the night she just had.
‘Knock, knock, knock!’ came a pounding on the other side of her door.
“Come in.” Isabel instructed. Maria breezed in.
“So, how was it? Dish Dish Dish!” Maria told her, coming over to her bed and sitting down.
“Oh Maria, it was wonderful. I can’t wait for you to meet him.” Isabel gushed.
“Oh chica, I’m so glad. So, what happened? Tell me everything.” Maria asked her.
Isabel relayed the details of the date and all the wonderful things that had happened this evening. After just one date, she was already head over heels for the young gentleman. Maria agreed with Isabel, she couldn’t wait to meet him. She hoped maybe he would rub off on Michael.
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“Lady Deluca, a word?” Michael asked, catching up with Maria’s mother.
“Yes Michael.” she turned toward her daughter’s suitor.
“I wanted to talk to you about something very important.” he told her, directing her into a study so they could talk in private.
“What’s the matter Michael? This sounds serious.” Amy asked. He had serious scowl lines creasing his forehead, like he had been thinking deeply for a long time. Amy knew Michael was a serious young man, but his face gave way to different degrees of serious.
“Well Amy, I don’t know quite how to say this, other than to just come out and say it.” Michael started. “Amy, I love your daughter, more than life it’s self. I want to ask your permission to ask Maria to marry me.”
“Oh Michael, that’s wonderful. Of course!” Amy yelled wrapping her arms around the tall young man. Amy started blubbering like a baby and you couldn’t smack the smile off Michael’s face. That was way easier than he thought it was gonna be.
“But, you can’t tell her. I want it to be a surprise.” Michael told her.
“Yes of course. Oh this is so exciting. I have a wedding to plan. Oh goodie!” Amy exclaimed.
“Not yet, she hasn’t said yes yet.” Michael teased.
“Oh, like she’d refuse. She’s been in love with you for years, long before you ever figured it out.” Amy told him, filled with her classic attitude. Some times she looked so much like Maria it was scary. Michael scratched the back of his neck, blushing at the comment.
“Yeah, I know. It took me way to long to figure it out.” Michael confessed.
“Trust me; you don’t even know the half of it.” Amy told him.
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Liz stretched after finding her bed empty. Max was an early riser, going for an early run with Zan before he started his day. Liz walked out of her room followed closely by Crystal.
“Hand me the basket Crystal. I plan on being a lazy bum this morning and getting a nice soaking bath. You don’t need to attend me.” Liz told her, taking her bath things from her serving girl.
“Yes mistress.” Crystal said handing over the basket. Liz turned and went to the bath house. She took off her robe and crawled into the already prepared tub. Liz let the warm water relax all her sore muscles. Max had been an extremely vigorous lover last night, making love to her entire body, inch by inch. Liz was still worried about telling Max her true identity. She knew Max would respect her wishes to keep her secret, but she knew Max would treat her differently now. If she thought he was possessive now, she hadn’t seen anything yet.
Liz opened her vanilla oil and dropped some into the tub. The smell was so soothing and Liz inhaled deeply. She laid back and rested her head on the rim of the tub. Suddenly she was very sleepy and couldn’t help but close her eyes and drift off to a deep sleep.
Crystal came in a half an hour later to find Liz’s lips blue and her limp body resting on the rim of the tub. Thank god she hadn’t slipped into the water, else she would have drowned.
“Liz, Liz. Wake up!!!” Crystal yelled, running to Liz’ side. Liz didn’t move and Crystal started screaming. The entire harem came running.
“What are you screaming about child?” Zena came in first. “Mother of God, Help!!!” Zena screamed. The head bath attendant came in and found the scene.
“Get her out of that water. Hurry!” she yelled. “What happened?” she questioned Crystal.
“I don’t know. My mistress was taking a long bath, so she told me not attend her and I found her like this.” Crystal tried to explain quickly.
“Foolish girl, you should never leave your mistress unattended. Pray she lives, because if she doesn’t, you don’t either.” the bath attendant threatened. They gathered up Liz and took her to her room, putting her in her bed. “Child, go fetch his majesty. Maxwell will want to know.”
Crystal ran all the way, not stopping until she had found Max and Zan.
“Your highnesses please come quickly. It’s Liz.” Crystal told them. Max and Zan didn’t even wait for an explanation before they took off running for the palace.
Dun Dun Duah
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Part 13
Max and Zan burst into the harem at a break neck run. They stop to find the place empty.
“Hello!” Max calls.
“Liz, Zena?” Zan yelled out. Ava comes rushing out at the sound of Max’s voice.
“Oh, your majesties, thank god you’ve come. It’s Liz, I fear she’s dead.” Ava said in a worried voice. She knew just what she was doing. Play the part of the concerned friend and then blame everything on that little slave of hers. She was an easy enough target. They’d never suspect.
“What?” Max and Zan both yelled. Max found his voice first.
“Take me to her. Where is she?” Max yelled right in Ava’s face. She cringed at his tone but led the way to Liz’s chambers.
There she lay, tucked under her covers with a sheer night dress covering her body. Her lips were still a slight blue color and her face was overly pale. It looked like she was still breathing, but not by much. Max rushed to the bed and started stroking her face.
“Liz? Are you ok? Please Liz, answer me.” Max said searching her face for any answer but nothing greeted him. Zan came up beside him. He looked down at the frail woman and then up at his forlorn brother. The concern that was etched on his face looked unbearable. Zan turned around to the other people in the room.
“Who did this?” was all he asked.
“No one knows Zan.” Zena told him.
“It was her little servant. That clueless chit said she left her unattended but I think she did it herself. She was the last to see Liz and the first to find her.” Ava pointed at Crystal accusingly. Crystal’s eyes were as big as saucers. She stared at Ava as she falsely accused her of harming her mistress. Crystal ran over and fell at Zan’s feet.
“Your majesty, I did not do this. I would never hurt my lady Elizabeth. I love her like she was my own sister. She told me to leave her be, so I did as she requested. Now I’m paying for my foolishness with her hovering near death. Please believe me your majesty; I would never do something to hurt Liz.” Crystal wailed at his feet.
Max had gathered Liz up in his arms and he was rocking back and forth, trying to get a response out of her limp body. Her arms hung like a rag doll’s at her sides and her head kept falling back from the weight. “You had better hope she lives to clear your name, because until she does, you will be locked in the dungeon. No one will come near Liz unless I allow it. No one. She is under my care from here on. Send for the royal physician.” Max said in a menacingly calm voice.
“Max, be reasonable…” Zan tried.
“Do not fight me brother. Do as I say.” Max said turning back to Liz, hugging her body tighter. Now he had finally found his bride, the same woman he was rapidly falling in love with, and she is attacked in his own home. There was a viper in his home and he would find it and kill it.
Guards came in and drug away a crying Crystal to the dungeon and Zan ran to get the physician like Max had told him. The tone in Max’s voice left no room for questioning. Ava moved toward Max and Liz.
“My lord, I am sorry. I know how you enjoyed her attentions, but you are making a scene over a slave. This display is not very proper. One slave is just the same as another. Nothing makes her better or worse.” Ava tried to talk some sense into him, or at least enough that it would get him away from her.
“You go too far Ava. Your poisonous tongue and vile manner are not welcome in this room or near me or Liz. Be gone Ava, I don’t not wish to see you again.” Max told her in a cool tone. Ava gasped.
“But my lord…” Ava tried.
“Be gone whore. Be gone from my presence.” Max told her, the finality in his voice was strong. Zena just stood back, watching the whole scene. Ava had shocked Zena. Was she that blind to Max’s obvious feelings for Liz, or was she that conceited towards her self? Zena was sure it had to be a combination of the 2. Ava looked like she was about to explode. Her entire face was beet red and it looked like steam may shoot out her ears. Ava stomped and stormed off. Zena smiled to herself as she watched the mighty bitch knocked off her self proclaimed pedestal. Zena cautiously approached Max, knowing how his temper was flaring right now.
“My lord, what can I get for you?” Zena asked.
“Nothing, but thank you Zena.” Max said. “Help me figure out who did this. I know I can count on you to bring the betrayer to justice.”
“I will not fail you Max. Liz doesn’t deserve something like this, not after everything she has gone through in her lifetime. I just hope she comes out of this.” Zena said.
“She will, she has too. I love her too much for her to die.” the last part was said in a whisper, but Zena still heard it. She wasn’t surprised, but still shocked that the crown prince had given his heart to a slave. Zena left the room, finally leaving Max and Liz completely alone.
The instant the door closed behind Zena, Max’s resolve broke and a flood of tears flowed freely. Max began to rock her body back and forth as he sobbed. He couldn’t hold back all the grief he felt at the thought of losing her, just as he had found her. He crushed her body to his, trying to get as close to her as possible.
“Max?” a week voice asked. Max hadn’t even felt her stir. He pulled her back to look up into her face, but all he saw were her eyes rolling back into her head as her body went limp in his arms again.
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Zan ran through the palace, trying to find the royal physician. He finally located Kyle, who was talking with the good doctor and his father.
“Dr. Carmine, come quickly. We have an emergency.” Zan yelled as he rounded the corner, out of breath.
“What’s wrong Zan?” Kyle asked.
“It’s Liz, something’s wrong with her and we don’t know what. Max wants Dr. Carmine to come this instant. He’s on the war path.” Zan told them, huffing and puffing.
“Over a slave?” Kyle’s father asked. Zan just shrugged and waved for them to follow.
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Dr. Carmine, Jim and Kyle all raced up to the harem to find Max with Liz still cradled to his body.
“What’s wrong your highness?” Dr. Carmine asked.
“I don’t know.” Max said, wiping away the tears that had streaked his face. “She was found like this in her bath. She came to for a second, but then her eyes rolled in the back of her head.”
“Well Max, you need to let me look at her. Lay her down and let me check her out.” Dr. Carmine told him. Max reluctantly laid Liz back down and kissed her forehead before he moved off the bed and walked toward Kyle, Jim and Zan.
“What happened Max?” Jim asked.
“Just what I told Dr. Carmine, I don’t know.” Max told them.
“Max, what’s gone on? Why are you acting like this over, over a slave.” Kyle asked. Kyle didn’t see Max coming so he couldn’t react fast enough to dodge his strong grip as it wrapped around his neck and pressed him up against the wall.
“You will not insult her like that Valenti. Liz is no mere slave. She is my betrothed and she shall be treated as such.” Max told him in a commanding tone.
“Maxwell, what the fuck are you talking about? You can’t marry a slave!” Zan yelled at him, “For God’s sake, put Kyle down.” Max slowly let Kyle down the wall and Kyle reached up to cradle his just assaulted neck.
“She is not a slave Zan. Her name is Elizabeth Parker. She is my long lost betrothed and the person who did this will be put to a painful death for harming her.” Max told them. The men gathered around Max gasped. The Love Slave was Lady Parker. This put a new spin on everything.
TBC…
Max and Zan burst into the harem at a break neck run. They stop to find the place empty.
“Hello!” Max calls.
“Liz, Zena?” Zan yelled out. Ava comes rushing out at the sound of Max’s voice.
“Oh, your majesties, thank god you’ve come. It’s Liz, I fear she’s dead.” Ava said in a worried voice. She knew just what she was doing. Play the part of the concerned friend and then blame everything on that little slave of hers. She was an easy enough target. They’d never suspect.
“What?” Max and Zan both yelled. Max found his voice first.
“Take me to her. Where is she?” Max yelled right in Ava’s face. She cringed at his tone but led the way to Liz’s chambers.
There she lay, tucked under her covers with a sheer night dress covering her body. Her lips were still a slight blue color and her face was overly pale. It looked like she was still breathing, but not by much. Max rushed to the bed and started stroking her face.
“Liz? Are you ok? Please Liz, answer me.” Max said searching her face for any answer but nothing greeted him. Zan came up beside him. He looked down at the frail woman and then up at his forlorn brother. The concern that was etched on his face looked unbearable. Zan turned around to the other people in the room.
“Who did this?” was all he asked.
“No one knows Zan.” Zena told him.
“It was her little servant. That clueless chit said she left her unattended but I think she did it herself. She was the last to see Liz and the first to find her.” Ava pointed at Crystal accusingly. Crystal’s eyes were as big as saucers. She stared at Ava as she falsely accused her of harming her mistress. Crystal ran over and fell at Zan’s feet.
“Your majesty, I did not do this. I would never hurt my lady Elizabeth. I love her like she was my own sister. She told me to leave her be, so I did as she requested. Now I’m paying for my foolishness with her hovering near death. Please believe me your majesty; I would never do something to hurt Liz.” Crystal wailed at his feet.
Max had gathered Liz up in his arms and he was rocking back and forth, trying to get a response out of her limp body. Her arms hung like a rag doll’s at her sides and her head kept falling back from the weight. “You had better hope she lives to clear your name, because until she does, you will be locked in the dungeon. No one will come near Liz unless I allow it. No one. She is under my care from here on. Send for the royal physician.” Max said in a menacingly calm voice.
“Max, be reasonable…” Zan tried.
“Do not fight me brother. Do as I say.” Max said turning back to Liz, hugging her body tighter. Now he had finally found his bride, the same woman he was rapidly falling in love with, and she is attacked in his own home. There was a viper in his home and he would find it and kill it.
Guards came in and drug away a crying Crystal to the dungeon and Zan ran to get the physician like Max had told him. The tone in Max’s voice left no room for questioning. Ava moved toward Max and Liz.
“My lord, I am sorry. I know how you enjoyed her attentions, but you are making a scene over a slave. This display is not very proper. One slave is just the same as another. Nothing makes her better or worse.” Ava tried to talk some sense into him, or at least enough that it would get him away from her.
“You go too far Ava. Your poisonous tongue and vile manner are not welcome in this room or near me or Liz. Be gone Ava, I don’t not wish to see you again.” Max told her in a cool tone. Ava gasped.
“But my lord…” Ava tried.
“Be gone whore. Be gone from my presence.” Max told her, the finality in his voice was strong. Zena just stood back, watching the whole scene. Ava had shocked Zena. Was she that blind to Max’s obvious feelings for Liz, or was she that conceited towards her self? Zena was sure it had to be a combination of the 2. Ava looked like she was about to explode. Her entire face was beet red and it looked like steam may shoot out her ears. Ava stomped and stormed off. Zena smiled to herself as she watched the mighty bitch knocked off her self proclaimed pedestal. Zena cautiously approached Max, knowing how his temper was flaring right now.
“My lord, what can I get for you?” Zena asked.
“Nothing, but thank you Zena.” Max said. “Help me figure out who did this. I know I can count on you to bring the betrayer to justice.”
“I will not fail you Max. Liz doesn’t deserve something like this, not after everything she has gone through in her lifetime. I just hope she comes out of this.” Zena said.
“She will, she has too. I love her too much for her to die.” the last part was said in a whisper, but Zena still heard it. She wasn’t surprised, but still shocked that the crown prince had given his heart to a slave. Zena left the room, finally leaving Max and Liz completely alone.
The instant the door closed behind Zena, Max’s resolve broke and a flood of tears flowed freely. Max began to rock her body back and forth as he sobbed. He couldn’t hold back all the grief he felt at the thought of losing her, just as he had found her. He crushed her body to his, trying to get as close to her as possible.
“Max?” a week voice asked. Max hadn’t even felt her stir. He pulled her back to look up into her face, but all he saw were her eyes rolling back into her head as her body went limp in his arms again.
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Zan ran through the palace, trying to find the royal physician. He finally located Kyle, who was talking with the good doctor and his father.
“Dr. Carmine, come quickly. We have an emergency.” Zan yelled as he rounded the corner, out of breath.
“What’s wrong Zan?” Kyle asked.
“It’s Liz, something’s wrong with her and we don’t know what. Max wants Dr. Carmine to come this instant. He’s on the war path.” Zan told them, huffing and puffing.
“Over a slave?” Kyle’s father asked. Zan just shrugged and waved for them to follow.
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Dr. Carmine, Jim and Kyle all raced up to the harem to find Max with Liz still cradled to his body.
“What’s wrong your highness?” Dr. Carmine asked.
“I don’t know.” Max said, wiping away the tears that had streaked his face. “She was found like this in her bath. She came to for a second, but then her eyes rolled in the back of her head.”
“Well Max, you need to let me look at her. Lay her down and let me check her out.” Dr. Carmine told him. Max reluctantly laid Liz back down and kissed her forehead before he moved off the bed and walked toward Kyle, Jim and Zan.
“What happened Max?” Jim asked.
“Just what I told Dr. Carmine, I don’t know.” Max told them.
“Max, what’s gone on? Why are you acting like this over, over a slave.” Kyle asked. Kyle didn’t see Max coming so he couldn’t react fast enough to dodge his strong grip as it wrapped around his neck and pressed him up against the wall.
“You will not insult her like that Valenti. Liz is no mere slave. She is my betrothed and she shall be treated as such.” Max told him in a commanding tone.
“Maxwell, what the fuck are you talking about? You can’t marry a slave!” Zan yelled at him, “For God’s sake, put Kyle down.” Max slowly let Kyle down the wall and Kyle reached up to cradle his just assaulted neck.
“She is not a slave Zan. Her name is Elizabeth Parker. She is my long lost betrothed and the person who did this will be put to a painful death for harming her.” Max told them. The men gathered around Max gasped. The Love Slave was Lady Parker. This put a new spin on everything.
TBC…
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Part 14
Dr. Carmine had spent the better part of the morning checking out Liz and Max refused to leave her side. His diagnosis wasn’t good. He suspected poisoning, but wasn’t sure if she had ingested it or something had been in her bath water. He went to take samples from Liz’s bath water to try and find if something was in it, but Ava had already had it sent out and dumped. She claimed she didn’t know anyone would want it. She was also very sorry. Dr. Carmine took a small sample of Liz’s blood and he was going to test it to see if he couldn’t discover what was in her system.
Maria came looking for Max at one point in the day and was directed up to the harem. She found Max sitting on Liz’s bed, watching her like a hawk. He had missed her awakening once and he wasn’t going to miss it again.
“Max?” Maria asked. She slowly entered the room, coming over to Max’s side. “When I didn’t see you this morning I got worried. What happened?”
“Someone poisoned her. Dr. Carmine is trying to figure out if there is a cure.” Max told her, not even looking up.
“Who is she Max? What’s really going on?” Maria asked. She had always been able to read him, even when he was hiding.
“You caught me Maria.” he said looking up at her. “I’d like to introduce you to Liz, also known as Lady Parker of Gordova.”
“Your missing bride? But isn’t she the slave girl you and Zan were given on your birthday?” Maria asked, slightly confused.
“The one and the same. I just found out her true identity last evening. I finally fall in love, and with the right woman, and she is taken from me.” Max started to breath deeply. He could feel the tears threatening to spill over.
“Oh Max, I’m so sorry. Who did this?” Maria asked. The girl lying so pale and ghostly was a far cry from the exotic looking creature that had walked into the grand ballroom a week ago. So much had changed in that short week, and she knew a lot of it had to do with the sleeping woman in front of her.
“I don’t know Maria. I don’t know.” Max shook his head. He was so confused right now. He was just coming to grips with this new information, he had barely figured out what to do about her true identity when this strange sickness had overcome her.
Max and Maria just sat there, neither saying anything but glad for the other’s company. Maria didn’t know this girl, but she could see the change she had made in Maxwell and any woman who could bring the prince to his knees like this must be amazing. She was still perplexed how a royal born lady could become a slave like this. Her story must be very interesting, but also very tragic.
“Maxwell, I demand that you come here and tell me what is going on this instant.” the queen bellowed at the doorway to Liz’s room. She saw her son fawning over this little slave and it disgusted her. This was no way to act, and her son needed to be reminded of it. Max didn’t say anything. Maria quickly fled the room, leaving Max to deal with his meddlesome mother. She curtsied as she went past the queen and exited the harem.
“Maxwell, did you not hear me?” the queen demanded again.
“The dead could hear you Diane.” Max said, insulting his mother.
“Maxwell, how dare you? You will not treat your own mother in such a manner, crown prince or no.” the queen huffed.
“If you are here to yell at me for some reason or another, save your breath. I don’t plan on listening.” Max said. He still had yet to turn around to face his mother. He was so angry with her attitude that he figured it was better if he didn’t.
“Maxwell, I will not enter the room of a palace slave, especially not that of a Love Slave.” she said with disgust.
“Feel free to enter mother, because you aren’t entering a slave’s quarters. But know this; before you cross this threshold, your attitude had better change and fast. You are in the presence of my betrothed.” Max told her.
“Your what?” the queen screeched. “I will not allow you to make a mockery out of your family or our kingdom like this Maxwell. You cannot marry some slave, not as your queen.”
“I will not be marrying a slave, mother. I will be marrying Lady Elizabeth Parker of Gordova.” Max told her.
“”Lady Elizabeth has been missing for several years Maxwell.” the queen told him.
“And yet she lies unconscious before me.” Max told her. The queen gasped. The Love Slave was Lady Elizabeth. How could this be? But, as Diane drew closer, she saw the resemblance between the girl on the bed and her old friends the Parkers. Their deaths had broken her heart. She had hoped that her son could marry the Parker daughter and find a good wife and queen in her, but this new twist in Elizabeth’s fate made that impossible.
“Maxwell, you cannot marry this girl, Lady Parker or not. She is a slave and she can never be the queen of our kingdom. I forbid it.” the queen told him, with finality in her voice.
“Forbid to your heart’s content mother, because I don’t give a shit about what you say. I’ll marry Liz and you’ll have to like it, or I will no longer consider you my mother.” Max said, the command/threat ringing through the room. The queen started to argue with him. “Leave now mother, before your hot head and sharp tongue make your son hate you even more.” The queen turned and ran out of the harem, her loud sobs could be heard through out the palace as she raced towards her bed room. She slammed the big oak door shut and collapsed into tears on her bed.
TBC…
I realize it’s short, but I just had to put that little piece in. Liz seems to be causing quite a stir in the palace. And she hasn’t even woken up yet. Gee, I wonder what the king will think…humm.
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Part 14
Dr. Carmine had spent the better part of the morning checking out Liz and Max refused to leave her side. His diagnosis wasn’t good. He suspected poisoning, but wasn’t sure if she had ingested it or something had been in her bath water. He went to take samples from Liz’s bath water to try and find if something was in it, but Ava had already had it sent out and dumped. She claimed she didn’t know anyone would want it. She was also very sorry. Dr. Carmine took a small sample of Liz’s blood and he was going to test it to see if he couldn’t discover what was in her system.
Maria came looking for Max at one point in the day and was directed up to the harem. She found Max sitting on Liz’s bed, watching her like a hawk. He had missed her awakening once and he wasn’t going to miss it again.
“Max?” Maria asked. She slowly entered the room, coming over to Max’s side. “When I didn’t see you this morning I got worried. What happened?”
“Someone poisoned her. Dr. Carmine is trying to figure out if there is a cure.” Max told her, not even looking up.
“Who is she Max? What’s really going on?” Maria asked. She had always been able to read him, even when he was hiding.
“You caught me Maria.” he said looking up at her. “I’d like to introduce you to Liz, also known as Lady Parker of Gordova.”
“Your missing bride? But isn’t she the slave girl you and Zan were given on your birthday?” Maria asked, slightly confused.
“The one and the same. I just found out her true identity last evening. I finally fall in love, and with the right woman, and she is taken from me.” Max started to breath deeply. He could feel the tears threatening to spill over.
“Oh Max, I’m so sorry. Who did this?” Maria asked. The girl lying so pale and ghostly was a far cry from the exotic looking creature that had walked into the grand ballroom a week ago. So much had changed in that short week, and she knew a lot of it had to do with the sleeping woman in front of her.
“I don’t know Maria. I don’t know.” Max shook his head. He was so confused right now. He was just coming to grips with this new information, he had barely figured out what to do about her true identity when this strange sickness had overcome her.
Max and Maria just sat there, neither saying anything but glad for the other’s company. Maria didn’t know this girl, but she could see the change she had made in Maxwell and any woman who could bring the prince to his knees like this must be amazing. She was still perplexed how a royal born lady could become a slave like this. Her story must be very interesting, but also very tragic.
“Maxwell, I demand that you come here and tell me what is going on this instant.” the queen bellowed at the doorway to Liz’s room. She saw her son fawning over this little slave and it disgusted her. This was no way to act, and her son needed to be reminded of it. Max didn’t say anything. Maria quickly fled the room, leaving Max to deal with his meddlesome mother. She curtsied as she went past the queen and exited the harem.
“Maxwell, did you not hear me?” the queen demanded again.
“The dead could hear you Diane.” Max said, insulting his mother.
“Maxwell, how dare you? You will not treat your own mother in such a manner, crown prince or no.” the queen huffed.
“If you are here to yell at me for some reason or another, save your breath. I don’t plan on listening.” Max said. He still had yet to turn around to face his mother. He was so angry with her attitude that he figured it was better if he didn’t.
“Maxwell, I will not enter the room of a palace slave, especially not that of a Love Slave.” she said with disgust.
“Feel free to enter mother, because you aren’t entering a slave’s quarters. But know this; before you cross this threshold, your attitude had better change and fast. You are in the presence of my betrothed.” Max told her.
“Your what?” the queen screeched. “I will not allow you to make a mockery out of your family or our kingdom like this Maxwell. You cannot marry some slave, not as your queen.”
“I will not be marrying a slave, mother. I will be marrying Lady Elizabeth Parker of Gordova.” Max told her.
“”Lady Elizabeth has been missing for several years Maxwell.” the queen told him.
“And yet she lies unconscious before me.” Max told her. The queen gasped. The Love Slave was Lady Elizabeth. How could this be? But, as Diane drew closer, she saw the resemblance between the girl on the bed and her old friends the Parkers. Their deaths had broken her heart. She had hoped that her son could marry the Parker daughter and find a good wife and queen in her, but this new twist in Elizabeth’s fate made that impossible.
“Maxwell, you cannot marry this girl, Lady Parker or not. She is a slave and she can never be the queen of our kingdom. I forbid it.” the queen told him, with finality in her voice.
“Forbid to your heart’s content mother, because I don’t give a shit about what you say. I’ll marry Liz and you’ll have to like it, or I will no longer consider you my mother.” Max said, the command/threat ringing through the room. The queen started to argue with him. “Leave now mother, before your hot head and sharp tongue make your son hate you even more.” The queen turned and ran out of the harem, her loud sobs could be heard through out the palace as she raced towards her bed room. She slammed the big oak door shut and collapsed into tears on her bed.
TBC…
I realize it’s short, but I just had to put that little piece in. Liz seems to be causing quite a stir in the palace. And she hasn’t even woken up yet. Gee, I wonder what the king will think…humm.
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Part 15
“Hello Father” Max said, hearing his father’s tell tale footfalls stop in front of the door to Liz’s room. His mother hadn’t wasted any time trying to rat him out.
“How is she Maxwell?” his father asked as he walked into the room.
“Not well. She has been unconscious now for almost the whole day and no one knows why. Dr. Carmine suspects poison.” Max told him. He was slightly shocked by his father’s reaction. He was sure he would get a stern talking to about his behavior, but for now his father had the good grace to leave that topic alone.
“I’m sorry son. Your mother told me what was going on and I was shocked to find out that this is the elusive Lady Parker.” the king told him.
“Dad, I’m sorry for yelling at…” Max started. The king waved a hand, shaking his head.
“I’m not here to discuss that Max; I just wanted to see if what she was telling was true. I could kick myself for my stupidity. I should have recognized her as Jeff and Nancy’s daughter the instant I saw her, but my she has grown up since last I saw her. She was just a little girl, but now…” the King trailed off.
“She is still Lady Parker, and I intend to honor your agreement with her father as to our betrothal.” Max told him.
“Maxwell, you can’t. I’m sorry. You may fancy yourself in love with this girl, but she cannot be queen.” the King told him.
“The only way she cannot be queen is if I am not the king, and if that is the way then so be it. I’d gladly give up the title to Zan so that I can have Liz.” Max said firmly.
“Maxwell, you cannot do that. It is your birth right and duty to be the next king.” the king tried to explain.
“Father, it is your decision, either you get over Elizabeth’s unwilling transgressions and allow her to be my queen or Zan will be crowned the next king of Antar, because either way, I intend to marry her.” Max said turning his back to his father, signaling that he was done with this conversation. The king didn’t try to argue with Max, there wasn’t any point. Now he had the hard task of deciding between his playboy of a son and his slave of a soon to be daughter-in-law.
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Alex landed his ship on the palace landing pad, just a short distance away from where Isabel was standing, waiting for him. Alex quickly turned off the ship and hoped out, running for Isabel. He quickly gathered her in his arms.
“What happened, my love that you called to have me come so quickly?” Alex asked, whispering into her hair.
“Oh Alex, its Max. I fear he has gone insane. Some one poisoned that Love Slave and he is vowing to marry her.” Isabel sobbed. “I don’t know what has come over him.”
“Liz? Some one has poisoned Liz?” Alex asked.
“Yes, I think that is her name.” Isabel replied.
“Oh god, Isabel, take me to her.” Alex told her.
“No Alex, not you too.” Isabel sobbed. Alex was already turned toward the palace when he looked back at Isabel, her entire body shaking with fear, rage and confusion. How could this woman take over both her brothers and the man she was falling in love with? Alex walked back to her and caught her up in his embrace.
“Do not fear, my love. Liz is merely a friend. You have nothing to fear for I have eyes only for you.” Alex said, kissing her forehead in that way that always made her stomach flip upside down. She looked up at his handsome face with questioning eyes.
“Do you really mean that Alex?” she asked.
“Yes Isabel, I do. There is no other woman in the entire universe that compares to you. I have loved you from afar for so long that I have never once looked at another woman like I look at you.” he told her.
“Oh Alex.” Isabel said melting into his embrace, just as Alex’s lips descended to kiss her full, quivering lips.
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“Your majesty, I think I found the anti-dote.” Dr. Carmine rushed into the Liz’s room. He was holding a small vial and he looked rather pleased with himself. Max visibly relaxed at the statement. That meant Liz was going to be fine.
“Thank you Dr. Carmine, you are literally a life saver.” Max told him.
“Don’t thank me yet. We need to see if it works first.” Dr. Carmine told him. “Pick her up so we can get this stuff down her throat without her choking on it.” Max gathered her up in his arms, her head falling backwards from the weight. He picked up her head and steadied it with his large hands. Dr. Carmine poured the anti-dote into her mouth slowly, rubbing her throat to make sure she was swallowing it. Soon all of the anti-dote was ingested and Max laid her back down onto her bed.
“Now what Dr. Carmine?” Max asked.
“We wait.”
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Max and Dr. Carmine sat at her bedside for what seemed like hours, but in reality the anti-dote took effect within a matter of minutes. Liz’s breathing picked up and her eye lids fluttered. Max quickly picked her up and watched as her eyes opened and looked confused at his.
“Max?” she asked. Max crushed her to his body.
“Oh thank god Liz you’re ok. You had me so worried.” Max kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and then finally finding his lips.
“What happened Max? Why are you so upset?” Liz asked, trying to figure out why he was making such a fuss. For gosh sakes she had only taken a bath.
“Don’t you remember?” Max asked. Liz looked at him puzzled.
“Remember what?” Liz asked. This was all very strange. There was some strange man in her room and Max was acting like he thought he was never going to see her again. Now she knew what her mother meant when she said that men can act very silly some times.
“Liz, someone poisoned you. You’ve been hovering near death all day and well into the night.” Max told her.
“Poison?” Liz asked, now afraid she had misjudged this situation.
“Yes Liz, someone poisoned you and you nearly died. Dr. Carmine saved your life.” Max explained to her. Liz looked up into Max’s eyes with the comprehension that Max nearly had never seen her again. Liz looked over at the gentleman standing off to the side of her bed.
“Dr. Carmine?” she asked.
“Yes milady.” he said, nodding.
“I believe a thank you is in order, for saving my life.” Liz said.
“You’re quite welcome Lady Parker. I’ll take my leave now. I’m convinced you’re in capable hands.” and with that Dr. Carmine left.
Liz felt her heart stop. He had just used her title to address her. How did he know who she was unless…
“How could you?” was all she asked. Her face was turned up towards his and the anger was evident in her features.
“Liz, I had to. You were in danger and they would have left you die if I…” Max tried to explain.
“Then I wish you had let them.” Liz said, turning away from him. “I trusted you and you broke my trust within the confines of a day. The shame of what I have become will destroy my family name. I cannot believe I trusted you.” Liz said the hurt in her voice evident. With practice from her birth, Liz quickly slipped back into her roll as a lady.
“But Liz, you don’t understand. I had to.” Max tried again, but it was no use.
“I don’t want to hear your reasons Max because they mean nothing to me. It was not enough for you to own me, but you had to take away my pride, the only thing I had left.” Liz said, on the verge of tears.
“Liz, please hear me out.” Max pleaded.
“No Maxwell. I want you to leave.” Liz told him in a commanding tone.
“You want me to what?” Max asked. No one had ever ordered him around before.
“I want you to leave.” Liz repeated.
“No, I am not leaving until you listen to me.” Max told her, trying to stand up to her.
“Maxwell, I am now Lady Parker and you are not welcome in my room. As a lady of the court it is unseemly for you to be in my room, especially in my current state of undress. Thank you for saving my life, but I want you to leave. You have already given away my secret; please leave so I can salvage what scraps of decency I have left.” Liz said harshly.
Max sat there shocked. He had no idea she would react this way. Couldn’t she understand he had done this to save her life? She didn’t understand that this made things so much better. Liz sat there looking at him, waiting for him to finally leave. It hurt to have her this upset with him. He thought he had done the right thing. He had saved her life, wasn’t that worth something? She was being irrational and she would come to her senses sooner or later. Max rose off the bed and tried to kiss her forehead. Liz turned her head away from him. Max’s temper erupted. She was allowed to be mad at him, but to deny him her touch, to deny him the very thing that made it possible for him to breathe was unacceptable.
“Do not turn away from me Elizabeth.” Max commanded. Liz just sat there looking at her bed, not wanting to look up at his face. She knew she had hurt him when she turned away, but Max didn’t have the right to think she was the same little slave he could order around. She was a Lady and she was never to give such liberties of herself to a man who was not her husband. “I mean it Liz, look at me.” Max commanded. Liz still refused to look. Max reached down and grasped her chin, turning her face up to his. The tears that had fallen silently were now streaked down her face. “Hear me Elizabeth Parker. Your status as a Lady changes nothing between us, only that now I have a better reason to marry you because you are my legitimate betrothed. You had better change your attitude, because we wed at the end of the coming week.” Max told her.
“I cannot marry you Max, I will not!” Liz threw back at him. How dare he?
“I can, and I will. I have given you 10 days to fully recover and after that you will marry me.” Max said, keeping her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look at his commanding gaze.
“No Max, I will not. I refuse to marry you.” Liz spat. His arrogance made her sick.
“Refuse all you want, but it won’t change a thing. I, Crown Prince Maxwell Phillip of Antar, will marry you, Lady Elizabeth Parker of Gordova, and that is final.” Max kissed her hard and without warning. It wasn’t his usual kiss of tenderness, but more of a display of power, especially his power over her. He grasped the back of her head, holding her to him, even as she struggled to get out of his tight embrace. She had never seen this possessive side of Max and she did not like it. Max was delusional if he thought threats and commands would force her to marry him. Liz the Love Slave may have been a piece of property, but not Lady Elizabeth Parker, she belonged to no man.
TBC…
“Hello Father” Max said, hearing his father’s tell tale footfalls stop in front of the door to Liz’s room. His mother hadn’t wasted any time trying to rat him out.
“How is she Maxwell?” his father asked as he walked into the room.
“Not well. She has been unconscious now for almost the whole day and no one knows why. Dr. Carmine suspects poison.” Max told him. He was slightly shocked by his father’s reaction. He was sure he would get a stern talking to about his behavior, but for now his father had the good grace to leave that topic alone.
“I’m sorry son. Your mother told me what was going on and I was shocked to find out that this is the elusive Lady Parker.” the king told him.
“Dad, I’m sorry for yelling at…” Max started. The king waved a hand, shaking his head.
“I’m not here to discuss that Max; I just wanted to see if what she was telling was true. I could kick myself for my stupidity. I should have recognized her as Jeff and Nancy’s daughter the instant I saw her, but my she has grown up since last I saw her. She was just a little girl, but now…” the King trailed off.
“She is still Lady Parker, and I intend to honor your agreement with her father as to our betrothal.” Max told him.
“Maxwell, you can’t. I’m sorry. You may fancy yourself in love with this girl, but she cannot be queen.” the King told him.
“The only way she cannot be queen is if I am not the king, and if that is the way then so be it. I’d gladly give up the title to Zan so that I can have Liz.” Max said firmly.
“Maxwell, you cannot do that. It is your birth right and duty to be the next king.” the king tried to explain.
“Father, it is your decision, either you get over Elizabeth’s unwilling transgressions and allow her to be my queen or Zan will be crowned the next king of Antar, because either way, I intend to marry her.” Max said turning his back to his father, signaling that he was done with this conversation. The king didn’t try to argue with Max, there wasn’t any point. Now he had the hard task of deciding between his playboy of a son and his slave of a soon to be daughter-in-law.
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Alex landed his ship on the palace landing pad, just a short distance away from where Isabel was standing, waiting for him. Alex quickly turned off the ship and hoped out, running for Isabel. He quickly gathered her in his arms.
“What happened, my love that you called to have me come so quickly?” Alex asked, whispering into her hair.
“Oh Alex, its Max. I fear he has gone insane. Some one poisoned that Love Slave and he is vowing to marry her.” Isabel sobbed. “I don’t know what has come over him.”
“Liz? Some one has poisoned Liz?” Alex asked.
“Yes, I think that is her name.” Isabel replied.
“Oh god, Isabel, take me to her.” Alex told her.
“No Alex, not you too.” Isabel sobbed. Alex was already turned toward the palace when he looked back at Isabel, her entire body shaking with fear, rage and confusion. How could this woman take over both her brothers and the man she was falling in love with? Alex walked back to her and caught her up in his embrace.
“Do not fear, my love. Liz is merely a friend. You have nothing to fear for I have eyes only for you.” Alex said, kissing her forehead in that way that always made her stomach flip upside down. She looked up at his handsome face with questioning eyes.
“Do you really mean that Alex?” she asked.
“Yes Isabel, I do. There is no other woman in the entire universe that compares to you. I have loved you from afar for so long that I have never once looked at another woman like I look at you.” he told her.
“Oh Alex.” Isabel said melting into his embrace, just as Alex’s lips descended to kiss her full, quivering lips.
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“Your majesty, I think I found the anti-dote.” Dr. Carmine rushed into the Liz’s room. He was holding a small vial and he looked rather pleased with himself. Max visibly relaxed at the statement. That meant Liz was going to be fine.
“Thank you Dr. Carmine, you are literally a life saver.” Max told him.
“Don’t thank me yet. We need to see if it works first.” Dr. Carmine told him. “Pick her up so we can get this stuff down her throat without her choking on it.” Max gathered her up in his arms, her head falling backwards from the weight. He picked up her head and steadied it with his large hands. Dr. Carmine poured the anti-dote into her mouth slowly, rubbing her throat to make sure she was swallowing it. Soon all of the anti-dote was ingested and Max laid her back down onto her bed.
“Now what Dr. Carmine?” Max asked.
“We wait.”
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Max and Dr. Carmine sat at her bedside for what seemed like hours, but in reality the anti-dote took effect within a matter of minutes. Liz’s breathing picked up and her eye lids fluttered. Max quickly picked her up and watched as her eyes opened and looked confused at his.
“Max?” she asked. Max crushed her to his body.
“Oh thank god Liz you’re ok. You had me so worried.” Max kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and then finally finding his lips.
“What happened Max? Why are you so upset?” Liz asked, trying to figure out why he was making such a fuss. For gosh sakes she had only taken a bath.
“Don’t you remember?” Max asked. Liz looked at him puzzled.
“Remember what?” Liz asked. This was all very strange. There was some strange man in her room and Max was acting like he thought he was never going to see her again. Now she knew what her mother meant when she said that men can act very silly some times.
“Liz, someone poisoned you. You’ve been hovering near death all day and well into the night.” Max told her.
“Poison?” Liz asked, now afraid she had misjudged this situation.
“Yes Liz, someone poisoned you and you nearly died. Dr. Carmine saved your life.” Max explained to her. Liz looked up into Max’s eyes with the comprehension that Max nearly had never seen her again. Liz looked over at the gentleman standing off to the side of her bed.
“Dr. Carmine?” she asked.
“Yes milady.” he said, nodding.
“I believe a thank you is in order, for saving my life.” Liz said.
“You’re quite welcome Lady Parker. I’ll take my leave now. I’m convinced you’re in capable hands.” and with that Dr. Carmine left.
Liz felt her heart stop. He had just used her title to address her. How did he know who she was unless…
“How could you?” was all she asked. Her face was turned up towards his and the anger was evident in her features.
“Liz, I had to. You were in danger and they would have left you die if I…” Max tried to explain.
“Then I wish you had let them.” Liz said, turning away from him. “I trusted you and you broke my trust within the confines of a day. The shame of what I have become will destroy my family name. I cannot believe I trusted you.” Liz said the hurt in her voice evident. With practice from her birth, Liz quickly slipped back into her roll as a lady.
“But Liz, you don’t understand. I had to.” Max tried again, but it was no use.
“I don’t want to hear your reasons Max because they mean nothing to me. It was not enough for you to own me, but you had to take away my pride, the only thing I had left.” Liz said, on the verge of tears.
“Liz, please hear me out.” Max pleaded.
“No Maxwell. I want you to leave.” Liz told him in a commanding tone.
“You want me to what?” Max asked. No one had ever ordered him around before.
“I want you to leave.” Liz repeated.
“No, I am not leaving until you listen to me.” Max told her, trying to stand up to her.
“Maxwell, I am now Lady Parker and you are not welcome in my room. As a lady of the court it is unseemly for you to be in my room, especially in my current state of undress. Thank you for saving my life, but I want you to leave. You have already given away my secret; please leave so I can salvage what scraps of decency I have left.” Liz said harshly.
Max sat there shocked. He had no idea she would react this way. Couldn’t she understand he had done this to save her life? She didn’t understand that this made things so much better. Liz sat there looking at him, waiting for him to finally leave. It hurt to have her this upset with him. He thought he had done the right thing. He had saved her life, wasn’t that worth something? She was being irrational and she would come to her senses sooner or later. Max rose off the bed and tried to kiss her forehead. Liz turned her head away from him. Max’s temper erupted. She was allowed to be mad at him, but to deny him her touch, to deny him the very thing that made it possible for him to breathe was unacceptable.
“Do not turn away from me Elizabeth.” Max commanded. Liz just sat there looking at her bed, not wanting to look up at his face. She knew she had hurt him when she turned away, but Max didn’t have the right to think she was the same little slave he could order around. She was a Lady and she was never to give such liberties of herself to a man who was not her husband. “I mean it Liz, look at me.” Max commanded. Liz still refused to look. Max reached down and grasped her chin, turning her face up to his. The tears that had fallen silently were now streaked down her face. “Hear me Elizabeth Parker. Your status as a Lady changes nothing between us, only that now I have a better reason to marry you because you are my legitimate betrothed. You had better change your attitude, because we wed at the end of the coming week.” Max told her.
“I cannot marry you Max, I will not!” Liz threw back at him. How dare he?
“I can, and I will. I have given you 10 days to fully recover and after that you will marry me.” Max said, keeping her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look at his commanding gaze.
“No Max, I will not. I refuse to marry you.” Liz spat. His arrogance made her sick.
“Refuse all you want, but it won’t change a thing. I, Crown Prince Maxwell Phillip of Antar, will marry you, Lady Elizabeth Parker of Gordova, and that is final.” Max kissed her hard and without warning. It wasn’t his usual kiss of tenderness, but more of a display of power, especially his power over her. He grasped the back of her head, holding her to him, even as she struggled to get out of his tight embrace. She had never seen this possessive side of Max and she did not like it. Max was delusional if he thought threats and commands would force her to marry him. Liz the Love Slave may have been a piece of property, but not Lady Elizabeth Parker, she belonged to no man.
TBC…
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Part 16
“Lizzie?” a soft voice asked. Liz sat up on her bed, slightly confused at the voice that had just called her name. Only one person had called her that, and that could only mean…
“Alex?” Liz asked. Alex emerged from her doorway and walked over to her bed side.
“Oh Lizzie, you had me so worried.” Alex said, enveloping her in a tight embrace.
“I’ve missed you so much Alex. Rumor has it you’re seeing Princess Isabel. Are the rumors true?” Liz asked, knowing full well that they were.
“Yes, actually I finally gathered up the nerve to court her, and Lizzie, she is more wonderful than I imagined. I took her out for dinner and we talked for hours, then I sang that song that I wrote for her.” Alex told her.
“That one that I thought was so beautiful?” Liz asked.
“Yes, and she loved it. She said it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever done for her. Can you believe that, a princess, a woman like Isabel and I managed to do the most beautiful thing. I’m still reeling from it.” Alex gushed. Liz smiled up at her friend. She was so happy that he had finally gotten the one thing he had always wanted. Liz only wished that her own life could be so easy.
“That’s great Alex.” She told him.
“Yeah, it is” he said in a dreamy tone, “But wait, I’m talking all about me when you were the one who nearly died. Geeze, what a friend I am.” Alex berated himself. “What happened Lizzie, and are the rumors about you true?”
“Well, that matters on what rumors you heard.” she hedged.
“Well, for starters, I heard someone tired to poison you and you slipped into a coma and that you are in reality the missing Lady Parker of Gordova, and Prince Maxwell’s betrothed.” Alex told her.
“So far you’re right on each count Alex. Guilty as charged.” Liz explained.
“It gets better, I also heard the Max plans on marrying you, and that either the King accepts you as the future queen of Antar or Zan will be the next king.” Alex relayed to her.
“I hadn’t heard that one. Where did you get that piece of gossip from?” Liz asked him.
“Us,” came 2 feminine voices in the doorway. Lady Maria and Princess Isabel walked out of the shadows. They had also been anxious to hear if the rumors were true.
“And that last one isn’t gossip, it’s the truth.” Maria told her. “I’m Lady Maria Deluca and this is Princess Isabel and we are pleased to make your acquaintance Lady Elizabeth.” Maria said with a slight bow, as did Isabel.
“Please, call me Liz.” she told them.
“Liz, you must talk some sense into my brother. He is going to relinquish the throne if father doesn’t accept you for queen. Ever since you fell ill he has been a raving lunatic. He forbid our mother to question him, along with threatening to banish her from the palace. He won’t listen to Zan’s pleas to keep the throne, because we all know that being king is the last thing on Zan’s mind. He has locked himself in his royal chambers and won’t let anyone enter unless they are part of the staff who is preparing the wedding. He’s irrational and no one can get through to him.” Isabel explained.
“I refuse to speak to him, princess. Last time I tired to reason with him he shoved our wedding down my throat and stormed off. I don’t think I could get through to him, even if I wanted to.” Liz told her.
“But Liz, what are we going to do? You are our last hope to get through to him.” Maria asked her.
“I cannot confront a beast who is already feral on his power, so the best option is to leave the beast alone.” Liz told them.
“What are you suggesting Lizzie?” Alex asked.
“I need to leave, and quickly, but I don’t think I ‘m strong enough to leave much before tomorrow morning. Whatever was in that poison really did a number on me.” Liz explained.
“But, where will you go and how?” Maria asked.
“I will go to the one place Max would look for me last. Come closer, we need to plan, and I don’t want any one to hear. The walls have ears.” Liz told them, motioning for the group to huddle up. Decisions were made and a pact was formed. Each of them had a role to play of they were going to save Max from his own folly and Liz from his bullheadedness.
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“Don’t lie to me; I know you have to know something.” Zena said to the head bath attendant.
“Look, I didn’t do anything, so I don’t know why you’re asking me anything.” the bath attendant shrugged, going back to folding towels and ignoring Zena.
“I’m not going to ask you again, because the next time you’re asked it will be after you’ve spent some considerable amount of time in the dungeon.” Zena warned.
“You and I both know you don’t have the power to do that.” the bath attendant told her.
“You’re right, I might not, but Maxwell does, especially after he hears that you helped the person who tired to kill Liz.” Zena threatened.
“I didn’t do that.” the bath attendant explained.
“Yeah, well, I can just as easily let you take the fall for Liz’s poisoning or you can save your own neck and give me some names.” Zena told her.
“Fine, look, I’m pretty sure it was Ava. She kept trying to get me to put something in Liz’s bath water, but I wouldn’t do it. She warned that if I told, she’d have me and all the members of my family kicked out of the palace. We can’t afford that, no where else would employ us.” the bath attendant told Zena, finally caving.
“You don’t have to worry about that. Helping me find the would be killer is enough to protect your jobs for the rest of your days.” Zena said, turning out of the bath rooms.
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“I see you’re feeling better.” Zan said as he walked into Liz’s room. Liz sat up, trying to put up some air of decent behavior. She was bed ridden from still not feeling all that well. Every time she had tried to stand up, her legs felt like they were made of jelly.
“Mostly yes, but not recovered yet.” she told him. Zan moved into the room and sat on the chair facing her bed.
“You know, you scared the crap out of us yesterday.” Zan told her.
“So I’ve heard. Max told me someone tried to poison me.” Liz replied.
“Yeah, and it looked like it had worked, but Max ordered for the doctor to come up. He refused to believe that you were dead, although, I had my doubts as to whether you would make it.” Zan told her.
“I guess I owe him for not giving up on me.” was all Liz said.
“Liz, you know why he did, don’t you?” Zan asked.
“Yes, because I’m Lady Parker.” she replied, in a sad tone.
“No Liz, he did it because he loves you. It wouldn’t have mattered to him if you were a Lady or still just a love slave. The fact that you’re a lady made it possible for him to profess that love.” Zan told her.
“If he loved me Zan, then he wouldn’t have told anyone who I am. I trusted him, and he betrayed my trust. It hurts Zan, it really does.” Liz said as she began to openly weep. Zan moved to the bed and gathered her in his arms.
“I’m so sorry Liz, I really am, but you have to know that Max loves you. I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.” Zan said, slightly rocking her, trying to calm her down.
“Then why did he have to disgrace me like that, why Zan?” Liz said looking up into his eyes. They were so much like Max’s.
“Just like you chose to disgrace me now?” Max asked, in a dark tone from the door.
“Max” Liz gasped as Zan quickly dropped his arms and stood up.
“What are you doing here Zander?” Max asked as he moved into the room.
“Comforting a friend in their time of need.” Zan answered.
“My betrothed does not need to my womanizing brother. If she is looking to bring honor back to her name, then hugging the kingdom’s leading skirt chaser is not the best way to go about that.” Max insulted Zan.
“Max, how dare you? You’re brother doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment.” Liz scolded while slowly standing up to face Max.
“Oh sure, jump to his defense. I see how it is, old habits die hard, don’t they Liz.” Max said. Liz reached out and slapped Max across the face. Max reached up to rub his jaw. He guessed he deserved that. The last comment had been over the line.
“Get out Max. Get out this instant.” Liz said the fury just beneath the surface of her cool tone.
“Oh, I don’t think so Elizabeth. Zan, you need to leave. My betrothed and I have some things to work out between us.” Max told Zan, not breaking eye contact with Liz.
“No Maxwell, I think Liz wants you to leave, this is her room.” Zan stood up to his brother.
“Yes, but I’m still crown prince around here, and I command you to leave.” Max fired at his brother. Liz just stood there looking at him in shock. She really didn’t know this man. He could be so kind and loving, but so cruel and distant.
“Maxwell…” Zan hedged.
“Now Zan, I won’t tell you again.” Max commanded.
“Alright your majesty, I tried to defend you, but I see my attempts were in vain. Good luck, for if I was Liz, I’d rather jump from the nearest tower window than marry a beast like you.” Zan said as he left the room and left Max to face a very angry Liz. As soon as the door closed Max began the interrogation.
“What were you doing with my brother?” Max asked.
“Drop dead,” was all Liz said. She turned and crossed her arms across her chest, showing him her back and her defiance. Max reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her back around.
“Don’t turn your back on me madam. You may be a lady, but you are still my bride-to-be and I deserve some answers.” Max told her.
“Fine, you want some answers, fine. You’re sweetheart of a brother came in here to ask how I was, considering he couldn’t get near me when you were hovering around me constantly. He tried to defend your actions and lead me to believe that the reason you have been acting like such a pig headed jerk is because you love me. I think your poor brother is daft. No one acts the way you do out of love.” Liz yelled. Max’s expression changed from rage, to confusion, to sadness, all of which were easily read in his dark amber eyes.
“But Liz, I do love you.” he told her, his posture giving away to his defeat.
“Well, you sure don’t know how to show it. You break my trust, humiliate me, force me into a marriage that I don’t want and the accuse me of having relations with your brother. And you managed those all in one day.” Liz said, not backing down now that she had him.
Max couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What had he done? When Liz said it like that, he sounded like the pig headed jerk she as accused him of being. He couldn’t help himself when it came to Liz. She made him rational and irrational, all in one minute. She affected him so much, that he had gone on a power trip to try and keep her. She must think him a monster.
“I’m sorry” was all he said. He could feel the anguish pouring over him.
“Max?” Liz asked. One minute he was yelling at her, the next minute he was breaking down. Max was always so cool and collected. This behavior was totally unlike him.
“I’m so sorry Liz, I’m so sorry. God, how you must hate me.” Max said, turning his back to her to try and hide the tears. Liz softened at his emotional response. No matter what Max did, she could never hate him, and she hated that about herself. Max was her weak spot, and he’d always have that kind of effect on her. Liz walked in front of him and looked up into his teary eyes.
“Max, I don’t hate you; I’m just disappointed in you. You’re acting like a crazed dictator, and treating everyone horribly. This has to stop.” Liz said, reaching up to brush the stray pieces of hair out of his lovely face.
“Oh Liz,” Max said as he wrapped her in his embrace. Max leaned down to kiss her and Liz didn’t fight him, she never could. She melted into his body, loving the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her body, like a warm cocoon that blocked out everything but him.
Liz didn’t resist him when he laid her down on her bed, nor did she resist when he began to undress then both and started to make sweet, slow passionate love to her. Liz let herself get lost in his touch, just one last time. Their lovemaking was bitter sweet for her. She could feel him pouring himself into their passion, and Liz gave it right back.
As Max finally thrust into her willing body, making it so that neither knew where the one ended or the other began. “I love you.” he whispered into her ear as he began to move into her. “I love you too.” she whispered back, knowing that she meant it. It was something she wouldn’t take back, but she could not marry him and subject herself and her family name to the humiliation. She would enjoy Max while she could, knowing love for at least once in her life, because it would have to hold her over for the lonely nights ahead.
Liz lost herself in the sensual haze that was Max’s loving and as their shared orgasm washed over her, they both slipped into a dreamless sleep. Max had never felt so content in his life, and he didn’t even stir when Liz left their bed the next morning. He didn’t even stir as Liz took her few personal belongings and slipped out of his life.
TBC…
“Lizzie?” a soft voice asked. Liz sat up on her bed, slightly confused at the voice that had just called her name. Only one person had called her that, and that could only mean…
“Alex?” Liz asked. Alex emerged from her doorway and walked over to her bed side.
“Oh Lizzie, you had me so worried.” Alex said, enveloping her in a tight embrace.
“I’ve missed you so much Alex. Rumor has it you’re seeing Princess Isabel. Are the rumors true?” Liz asked, knowing full well that they were.
“Yes, actually I finally gathered up the nerve to court her, and Lizzie, she is more wonderful than I imagined. I took her out for dinner and we talked for hours, then I sang that song that I wrote for her.” Alex told her.
“That one that I thought was so beautiful?” Liz asked.
“Yes, and she loved it. She said it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever done for her. Can you believe that, a princess, a woman like Isabel and I managed to do the most beautiful thing. I’m still reeling from it.” Alex gushed. Liz smiled up at her friend. She was so happy that he had finally gotten the one thing he had always wanted. Liz only wished that her own life could be so easy.
“That’s great Alex.” She told him.
“Yeah, it is” he said in a dreamy tone, “But wait, I’m talking all about me when you were the one who nearly died. Geeze, what a friend I am.” Alex berated himself. “What happened Lizzie, and are the rumors about you true?”
“Well, that matters on what rumors you heard.” she hedged.
“Well, for starters, I heard someone tired to poison you and you slipped into a coma and that you are in reality the missing Lady Parker of Gordova, and Prince Maxwell’s betrothed.” Alex told her.
“So far you’re right on each count Alex. Guilty as charged.” Liz explained.
“It gets better, I also heard the Max plans on marrying you, and that either the King accepts you as the future queen of Antar or Zan will be the next king.” Alex relayed to her.
“I hadn’t heard that one. Where did you get that piece of gossip from?” Liz asked him.
“Us,” came 2 feminine voices in the doorway. Lady Maria and Princess Isabel walked out of the shadows. They had also been anxious to hear if the rumors were true.
“And that last one isn’t gossip, it’s the truth.” Maria told her. “I’m Lady Maria Deluca and this is Princess Isabel and we are pleased to make your acquaintance Lady Elizabeth.” Maria said with a slight bow, as did Isabel.
“Please, call me Liz.” she told them.
“Liz, you must talk some sense into my brother. He is going to relinquish the throne if father doesn’t accept you for queen. Ever since you fell ill he has been a raving lunatic. He forbid our mother to question him, along with threatening to banish her from the palace. He won’t listen to Zan’s pleas to keep the throne, because we all know that being king is the last thing on Zan’s mind. He has locked himself in his royal chambers and won’t let anyone enter unless they are part of the staff who is preparing the wedding. He’s irrational and no one can get through to him.” Isabel explained.
“I refuse to speak to him, princess. Last time I tired to reason with him he shoved our wedding down my throat and stormed off. I don’t think I could get through to him, even if I wanted to.” Liz told her.
“But Liz, what are we going to do? You are our last hope to get through to him.” Maria asked her.
“I cannot confront a beast who is already feral on his power, so the best option is to leave the beast alone.” Liz told them.
“What are you suggesting Lizzie?” Alex asked.
“I need to leave, and quickly, but I don’t think I ‘m strong enough to leave much before tomorrow morning. Whatever was in that poison really did a number on me.” Liz explained.
“But, where will you go and how?” Maria asked.
“I will go to the one place Max would look for me last. Come closer, we need to plan, and I don’t want any one to hear. The walls have ears.” Liz told them, motioning for the group to huddle up. Decisions were made and a pact was formed. Each of them had a role to play of they were going to save Max from his own folly and Liz from his bullheadedness.
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“Don’t lie to me; I know you have to know something.” Zena said to the head bath attendant.
“Look, I didn’t do anything, so I don’t know why you’re asking me anything.” the bath attendant shrugged, going back to folding towels and ignoring Zena.
“I’m not going to ask you again, because the next time you’re asked it will be after you’ve spent some considerable amount of time in the dungeon.” Zena warned.
“You and I both know you don’t have the power to do that.” the bath attendant told her.
“You’re right, I might not, but Maxwell does, especially after he hears that you helped the person who tired to kill Liz.” Zena threatened.
“I didn’t do that.” the bath attendant explained.
“Yeah, well, I can just as easily let you take the fall for Liz’s poisoning or you can save your own neck and give me some names.” Zena told her.
“Fine, look, I’m pretty sure it was Ava. She kept trying to get me to put something in Liz’s bath water, but I wouldn’t do it. She warned that if I told, she’d have me and all the members of my family kicked out of the palace. We can’t afford that, no where else would employ us.” the bath attendant told Zena, finally caving.
“You don’t have to worry about that. Helping me find the would be killer is enough to protect your jobs for the rest of your days.” Zena said, turning out of the bath rooms.
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“I see you’re feeling better.” Zan said as he walked into Liz’s room. Liz sat up, trying to put up some air of decent behavior. She was bed ridden from still not feeling all that well. Every time she had tried to stand up, her legs felt like they were made of jelly.
“Mostly yes, but not recovered yet.” she told him. Zan moved into the room and sat on the chair facing her bed.
“You know, you scared the crap out of us yesterday.” Zan told her.
“So I’ve heard. Max told me someone tried to poison me.” Liz replied.
“Yeah, and it looked like it had worked, but Max ordered for the doctor to come up. He refused to believe that you were dead, although, I had my doubts as to whether you would make it.” Zan told her.
“I guess I owe him for not giving up on me.” was all Liz said.
“Liz, you know why he did, don’t you?” Zan asked.
“Yes, because I’m Lady Parker.” she replied, in a sad tone.
“No Liz, he did it because he loves you. It wouldn’t have mattered to him if you were a Lady or still just a love slave. The fact that you’re a lady made it possible for him to profess that love.” Zan told her.
“If he loved me Zan, then he wouldn’t have told anyone who I am. I trusted him, and he betrayed my trust. It hurts Zan, it really does.” Liz said as she began to openly weep. Zan moved to the bed and gathered her in his arms.
“I’m so sorry Liz, I really am, but you have to know that Max loves you. I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.” Zan said, slightly rocking her, trying to calm her down.
“Then why did he have to disgrace me like that, why Zan?” Liz said looking up into his eyes. They were so much like Max’s.
“Just like you chose to disgrace me now?” Max asked, in a dark tone from the door.
“Max” Liz gasped as Zan quickly dropped his arms and stood up.
“What are you doing here Zander?” Max asked as he moved into the room.
“Comforting a friend in their time of need.” Zan answered.
“My betrothed does not need to my womanizing brother. If she is looking to bring honor back to her name, then hugging the kingdom’s leading skirt chaser is not the best way to go about that.” Max insulted Zan.
“Max, how dare you? You’re brother doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment.” Liz scolded while slowly standing up to face Max.
“Oh sure, jump to his defense. I see how it is, old habits die hard, don’t they Liz.” Max said. Liz reached out and slapped Max across the face. Max reached up to rub his jaw. He guessed he deserved that. The last comment had been over the line.
“Get out Max. Get out this instant.” Liz said the fury just beneath the surface of her cool tone.
“Oh, I don’t think so Elizabeth. Zan, you need to leave. My betrothed and I have some things to work out between us.” Max told Zan, not breaking eye contact with Liz.
“No Maxwell, I think Liz wants you to leave, this is her room.” Zan stood up to his brother.
“Yes, but I’m still crown prince around here, and I command you to leave.” Max fired at his brother. Liz just stood there looking at him in shock. She really didn’t know this man. He could be so kind and loving, but so cruel and distant.
“Maxwell…” Zan hedged.
“Now Zan, I won’t tell you again.” Max commanded.
“Alright your majesty, I tried to defend you, but I see my attempts were in vain. Good luck, for if I was Liz, I’d rather jump from the nearest tower window than marry a beast like you.” Zan said as he left the room and left Max to face a very angry Liz. As soon as the door closed Max began the interrogation.
“What were you doing with my brother?” Max asked.
“Drop dead,” was all Liz said. She turned and crossed her arms across her chest, showing him her back and her defiance. Max reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her back around.
“Don’t turn your back on me madam. You may be a lady, but you are still my bride-to-be and I deserve some answers.” Max told her.
“Fine, you want some answers, fine. You’re sweetheart of a brother came in here to ask how I was, considering he couldn’t get near me when you were hovering around me constantly. He tried to defend your actions and lead me to believe that the reason you have been acting like such a pig headed jerk is because you love me. I think your poor brother is daft. No one acts the way you do out of love.” Liz yelled. Max’s expression changed from rage, to confusion, to sadness, all of which were easily read in his dark amber eyes.
“But Liz, I do love you.” he told her, his posture giving away to his defeat.
“Well, you sure don’t know how to show it. You break my trust, humiliate me, force me into a marriage that I don’t want and the accuse me of having relations with your brother. And you managed those all in one day.” Liz said, not backing down now that she had him.
Max couldn’t believe what he was hearing. What had he done? When Liz said it like that, he sounded like the pig headed jerk she as accused him of being. He couldn’t help himself when it came to Liz. She made him rational and irrational, all in one minute. She affected him so much, that he had gone on a power trip to try and keep her. She must think him a monster.
“I’m sorry” was all he said. He could feel the anguish pouring over him.
“Max?” Liz asked. One minute he was yelling at her, the next minute he was breaking down. Max was always so cool and collected. This behavior was totally unlike him.
“I’m so sorry Liz, I’m so sorry. God, how you must hate me.” Max said, turning his back to her to try and hide the tears. Liz softened at his emotional response. No matter what Max did, she could never hate him, and she hated that about herself. Max was her weak spot, and he’d always have that kind of effect on her. Liz walked in front of him and looked up into his teary eyes.
“Max, I don’t hate you; I’m just disappointed in you. You’re acting like a crazed dictator, and treating everyone horribly. This has to stop.” Liz said, reaching up to brush the stray pieces of hair out of his lovely face.
“Oh Liz,” Max said as he wrapped her in his embrace. Max leaned down to kiss her and Liz didn’t fight him, she never could. She melted into his body, loving the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her body, like a warm cocoon that blocked out everything but him.
Liz didn’t resist him when he laid her down on her bed, nor did she resist when he began to undress then both and started to make sweet, slow passionate love to her. Liz let herself get lost in his touch, just one last time. Their lovemaking was bitter sweet for her. She could feel him pouring himself into their passion, and Liz gave it right back.
As Max finally thrust into her willing body, making it so that neither knew where the one ended or the other began. “I love you.” he whispered into her ear as he began to move into her. “I love you too.” she whispered back, knowing that she meant it. It was something she wouldn’t take back, but she could not marry him and subject herself and her family name to the humiliation. She would enjoy Max while she could, knowing love for at least once in her life, because it would have to hold her over for the lonely nights ahead.
Liz lost herself in the sensual haze that was Max’s loving and as their shared orgasm washed over her, they both slipped into a dreamless sleep. Max had never felt so content in his life, and he didn’t even stir when Liz left their bed the next morning. He didn’t even stir as Liz took her few personal belongings and slipped out of his life.
TBC…
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Part 17
“Max?” Zena asked as she entered Liz’s room. She knew Max had ended up there last night. Max shifted in the bed, digging deeper into the pillows. “Liz” he mumbled.
“Max, are you awake?” Zena asked again.
“Not yet Liz, I’m still tired. 5 more minutes.” he whined in his sleep.
“Max, it’s Zena, wake up.” Zena said, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Zena?” he questioned. Max sat up and finally looked around the room. The bed next to him was empty, and it was cold, like it had been empty for some time. “Have you seen Liz?”
“No, I haven’t Max. Not since last night. But, right now I wanted to talk with you about Liz’s would be killer.” Zena said, trying to get him to focus.
“You have news? I knew I could count on you.” Max said pleased.
“Thank you your majesty. I did some digging and I have reason to believe it was Ava.” Zena told him. Max rolled his eyes and whipped a hand across his face.
“I should have known she’d try something like this. Are you sure?” Max asked.
“I don’t have a confession, but I have most of the information that I need to nail her for the crime. Just a bit more time and I’ll have her.” Zena told him.
“Good work Zena. I guess letting Liz’s little attendant out of the dungeon is my next order of business. Go find Liz and I’ll go get her servant.” Max told her, stretching out of the bed and putting on his royal robe. Max slipped into his rooms from the side doors and quickly made his way down to the dungeon. He walked up to the head of the guard and asked for Crystal’s release.
“But, your majesty, don’t you remember asking me for her release this morning?” the guard asked.
“No, I think I’d remember coming down here to the dungeon.” Max corrected him. He wasn’t in the mood for games.
“But you did. You asked to have the servant released and returned to Lady Parker and I did as you asked, over 2 hours ago.” the guard told him.
“I’m not in the mood to play games. Take me to the child’s cell.” Max commanded.
“Ok your majesty,” the guard said turning to show Max to the now empty cell that held Crystal. “This was hers.”
“Then where is she now?” Max asked. This wasn’t making sense. Why would Crystal have been released? He had made strict orders to keep her there, so that Liz couldn’t get her out until he had discovered the killer.
“She is with Lady Parker, just like you instructed.” the guard replied. This was all rather strange. Prince Maxwell had come down and asked for her release. He had been fully dressed and was wearing the royal crown, not wearing a bed robe like he was now. The guard had no reason to believe that he had done anything but follow the orders of the crown prince.
Zena rounded the corner and flew to Max screaming. “She’s gone!”
“Who’s gone?” Max asked the panting woman. Zena stopped next to him and tried to regain her breath.
“Liz, Liz is gone and she left this note.” Zena said handing him the piece of paper. Max took the note from her and stared down in shock.
Dearest Maxwell,
I am sure by now that you have discovered my absence and I am sorry I had to leave without you knowing, but it is for the best. I can’t in good faith allow you to throw away your birth right just for a dishonorable woman like me. Don’t be mad at those who helped me leave. They did it because they love you. I took Crystal with me if you have not yet found her missing. She didn’t deserve what you did to her, and I can give her a better life away from the palace. Don’t go looking for me, because you won’t find me, at least not until I’m ready to be found. I’m sorry that it had to come to this, but you left me with no choice. I love you Maxwell, I always will. You will make a great king and I hope you find a woman who can make a worthy queen. Good bye my darling.
All my love,
Lady Elizabeth Parker of the royal house of Gordova
The Love Slave
Max just stared at the paper. He couldn’t believe what it said. Liz had left him. Liz had left and his friends had helped her leave. The only woman he has ever loved and ever will love and they help her leave. Max flew into a fit of rage, tearing up the winding staircase to the royal hall, where his “friends” were gathered sharing their breakfast. He spotted Zan first and his saw red.
“You bastard son of a bitch. How could you do this to me?” Max bellowed, flinging himself at his brother.
“Oh shit” was all Zan got in before Max grabbed him and had him pinned to the floor. Max swung and punched Zan right in the nose, making blood spurt everywhere.
“Maxwell,” Michael yelled as he tried to pull Max off Zan.
“Don’t touch me either. You probably had something to do with this too.” Max swung at Michael.
“With what?” Michael asked. He was so in the dark about what had come over Max that he barley noticed his fist flying for his face. Thankfully Maria shouted out a warning just in time for him to spin around and duck, catching Max from behind and subduing him under Michael’s sheer strength.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Michael asked.
“What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with me?” Max asked, shouting louder and louder. “I’ll tell you what the hell is wrong with me. You made Liz leave. You all helped my betrothed leave me, and as I look around the room I can pick up each of the guilty faces. My god, even my own sister!” Max ranted.
“Max, it was for your own good.” Isabel tried. Max was seething with anger.
“How about you let me decide what is for my own god damn good.” Max screamed at her. Isabel broke into tears at Max’s harsh words.
“Did it ever occur to you that it wasn’t for Elizabeth’s own good?” Zan asked, rising from the floor, clutching his broken nose.
“What?” Max asked, the rage still in full tilt.
“Did it ever occur to you that Liz might not want to marry you? That maybe Liz didn’t trust you enough to be a good husband to her, or maybe it was the fact that Liz knew you were being a spoiled brat and didn’t want to cater to your childish whims. You were going to give up the crown for Christ’s sake Maxwell. How foolish can you be?” Zan asked, accusing his brother.
“But you don’t understand, I love her. It doesn’t matter to me what I have to give up or become or do to get her. She is the only one for me. I can’t believe you helped her go. My own family betrayed me. My own family.” Max said, sliding to the floor in heavy sobs. Maria could see that the situation was quickly getting out of hand and it was time for her to step in and fix this. She leaned down to Max and gathered him in her arms.
“Maxwell, now that is enough. We only did what we did because we love you and I know Liz told you that because I saw her write the letter. She did this for you, so that you could see that you are needed to be king. She also did this for herself. She needs to get back on her feet and regain her dignity. If you would have kept with this folly, you would have not only destroyed her and her family, but your own, along with the entire kingdom. Give her the time she needs Max. I don’t think she’ll be gone forever. Liz wants you to move on for now. You need to be strong for her. She told me to tell you she loved you, right as she left. I’m sure that the only reason she could gather enough strength to leave the man she loves is because she loves you.” Maria said, rocking him in her arms. She could feel him stiffen at her words, but she knew that she was one of the very few people who could get through to him. “Now, apologize to your brother and Michael. They were only trying to help.” Maria said, releasing him and standing back up. Tears were stained upon her dress, but it didn’t matter to her. Her friend had needed her and she was there for him.
Max looked up at the people surrounding him and was surprised to see the love that they had for him was showing right on their faces, just as blatant as their very noses. All he had to do was look. Max couldn’t forget that they had let Liz leave, but if it meant that much to her that she had to leave him like this, then she really must have had a good reason to leave and he was glad his friends were there to help her in her time of need.
Max stood up and went to his brother. He stretched out a hand in truce and Zan accepted it easily. Zan brought Max into a tight hug and the twin brothers shared a tear. It was a touching moment for the royal family, something that had not been seen in a long time. Max turned around to everyone and proceeded to apologize to everyone for lashing out and being such a royal jerk, no pun intended. He turned to Isabel and she rushed into his arms, hugging her big brother tightly, trying to convey just how sorry she was for going behind his back.
“It’s ok Izzy, I know why you did it, and even though I know I’m going to miss Liz while she is gone, I know you did the right thing for her. Thank you. I don’t deserve a sister like you.” Max said kissing her forehead.
“Well, enough with the bonding, Max, I think you and Zan need to get cleaned up, and after that, maybe we can have a breakfast without any fist fights breaking out.” Kyle said, trying to lighten the mood.
“Ok, but I can’t promise I won’t hit him again. Finally getting the chance to pop you one in the nose felt pretty good.” Max joked.
“Yeah, well don’t get used to it shithead, cause that hurt like a son of a bitch. Oh and that reminds me, watch your back, cause I’m so getting you back for this one. I think you broke it.” Zan said, joking along with his brother. Everyone in the hall laughed with the brotherly banter as Max and Zan left the room. They rejoined sometime later to have a peaceful, loving meal, one of the first they had had in years.
But, somewhere farther off in the galaxy, 2 small women and a tall, handsome stranger were making their way through the Gordovian forests, trying to relocate the lost homestead and Liz’s lost heritage.
TBC…
“Max?” Zena asked as she entered Liz’s room. She knew Max had ended up there last night. Max shifted in the bed, digging deeper into the pillows. “Liz” he mumbled.
“Max, are you awake?” Zena asked again.
“Not yet Liz, I’m still tired. 5 more minutes.” he whined in his sleep.
“Max, it’s Zena, wake up.” Zena said, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Zena?” he questioned. Max sat up and finally looked around the room. The bed next to him was empty, and it was cold, like it had been empty for some time. “Have you seen Liz?”
“No, I haven’t Max. Not since last night. But, right now I wanted to talk with you about Liz’s would be killer.” Zena said, trying to get him to focus.
“You have news? I knew I could count on you.” Max said pleased.
“Thank you your majesty. I did some digging and I have reason to believe it was Ava.” Zena told him. Max rolled his eyes and whipped a hand across his face.
“I should have known she’d try something like this. Are you sure?” Max asked.
“I don’t have a confession, but I have most of the information that I need to nail her for the crime. Just a bit more time and I’ll have her.” Zena told him.
“Good work Zena. I guess letting Liz’s little attendant out of the dungeon is my next order of business. Go find Liz and I’ll go get her servant.” Max told her, stretching out of the bed and putting on his royal robe. Max slipped into his rooms from the side doors and quickly made his way down to the dungeon. He walked up to the head of the guard and asked for Crystal’s release.
“But, your majesty, don’t you remember asking me for her release this morning?” the guard asked.
“No, I think I’d remember coming down here to the dungeon.” Max corrected him. He wasn’t in the mood for games.
“But you did. You asked to have the servant released and returned to Lady Parker and I did as you asked, over 2 hours ago.” the guard told him.
“I’m not in the mood to play games. Take me to the child’s cell.” Max commanded.
“Ok your majesty,” the guard said turning to show Max to the now empty cell that held Crystal. “This was hers.”
“Then where is she now?” Max asked. This wasn’t making sense. Why would Crystal have been released? He had made strict orders to keep her there, so that Liz couldn’t get her out until he had discovered the killer.
“She is with Lady Parker, just like you instructed.” the guard replied. This was all rather strange. Prince Maxwell had come down and asked for her release. He had been fully dressed and was wearing the royal crown, not wearing a bed robe like he was now. The guard had no reason to believe that he had done anything but follow the orders of the crown prince.
Zena rounded the corner and flew to Max screaming. “She’s gone!”
“Who’s gone?” Max asked the panting woman. Zena stopped next to him and tried to regain her breath.
“Liz, Liz is gone and she left this note.” Zena said handing him the piece of paper. Max took the note from her and stared down in shock.
Dearest Maxwell,
I am sure by now that you have discovered my absence and I am sorry I had to leave without you knowing, but it is for the best. I can’t in good faith allow you to throw away your birth right just for a dishonorable woman like me. Don’t be mad at those who helped me leave. They did it because they love you. I took Crystal with me if you have not yet found her missing. She didn’t deserve what you did to her, and I can give her a better life away from the palace. Don’t go looking for me, because you won’t find me, at least not until I’m ready to be found. I’m sorry that it had to come to this, but you left me with no choice. I love you Maxwell, I always will. You will make a great king and I hope you find a woman who can make a worthy queen. Good bye my darling.
All my love,
Lady Elizabeth Parker of the royal house of Gordova
The Love Slave
Max just stared at the paper. He couldn’t believe what it said. Liz had left him. Liz had left and his friends had helped her leave. The only woman he has ever loved and ever will love and they help her leave. Max flew into a fit of rage, tearing up the winding staircase to the royal hall, where his “friends” were gathered sharing their breakfast. He spotted Zan first and his saw red.
“You bastard son of a bitch. How could you do this to me?” Max bellowed, flinging himself at his brother.
“Oh shit” was all Zan got in before Max grabbed him and had him pinned to the floor. Max swung and punched Zan right in the nose, making blood spurt everywhere.
“Maxwell,” Michael yelled as he tried to pull Max off Zan.
“Don’t touch me either. You probably had something to do with this too.” Max swung at Michael.
“With what?” Michael asked. He was so in the dark about what had come over Max that he barley noticed his fist flying for his face. Thankfully Maria shouted out a warning just in time for him to spin around and duck, catching Max from behind and subduing him under Michael’s sheer strength.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Michael asked.
“What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with me?” Max asked, shouting louder and louder. “I’ll tell you what the hell is wrong with me. You made Liz leave. You all helped my betrothed leave me, and as I look around the room I can pick up each of the guilty faces. My god, even my own sister!” Max ranted.
“Max, it was for your own good.” Isabel tried. Max was seething with anger.
“How about you let me decide what is for my own god damn good.” Max screamed at her. Isabel broke into tears at Max’s harsh words.
“Did it ever occur to you that it wasn’t for Elizabeth’s own good?” Zan asked, rising from the floor, clutching his broken nose.
“What?” Max asked, the rage still in full tilt.
“Did it ever occur to you that Liz might not want to marry you? That maybe Liz didn’t trust you enough to be a good husband to her, or maybe it was the fact that Liz knew you were being a spoiled brat and didn’t want to cater to your childish whims. You were going to give up the crown for Christ’s sake Maxwell. How foolish can you be?” Zan asked, accusing his brother.
“But you don’t understand, I love her. It doesn’t matter to me what I have to give up or become or do to get her. She is the only one for me. I can’t believe you helped her go. My own family betrayed me. My own family.” Max said, sliding to the floor in heavy sobs. Maria could see that the situation was quickly getting out of hand and it was time for her to step in and fix this. She leaned down to Max and gathered him in her arms.
“Maxwell, now that is enough. We only did what we did because we love you and I know Liz told you that because I saw her write the letter. She did this for you, so that you could see that you are needed to be king. She also did this for herself. She needs to get back on her feet and regain her dignity. If you would have kept with this folly, you would have not only destroyed her and her family, but your own, along with the entire kingdom. Give her the time she needs Max. I don’t think she’ll be gone forever. Liz wants you to move on for now. You need to be strong for her. She told me to tell you she loved you, right as she left. I’m sure that the only reason she could gather enough strength to leave the man she loves is because she loves you.” Maria said, rocking him in her arms. She could feel him stiffen at her words, but she knew that she was one of the very few people who could get through to him. “Now, apologize to your brother and Michael. They were only trying to help.” Maria said, releasing him and standing back up. Tears were stained upon her dress, but it didn’t matter to her. Her friend had needed her and she was there for him.
Max looked up at the people surrounding him and was surprised to see the love that they had for him was showing right on their faces, just as blatant as their very noses. All he had to do was look. Max couldn’t forget that they had let Liz leave, but if it meant that much to her that she had to leave him like this, then she really must have had a good reason to leave and he was glad his friends were there to help her in her time of need.
Max stood up and went to his brother. He stretched out a hand in truce and Zan accepted it easily. Zan brought Max into a tight hug and the twin brothers shared a tear. It was a touching moment for the royal family, something that had not been seen in a long time. Max turned around to everyone and proceeded to apologize to everyone for lashing out and being such a royal jerk, no pun intended. He turned to Isabel and she rushed into his arms, hugging her big brother tightly, trying to convey just how sorry she was for going behind his back.
“It’s ok Izzy, I know why you did it, and even though I know I’m going to miss Liz while she is gone, I know you did the right thing for her. Thank you. I don’t deserve a sister like you.” Max said kissing her forehead.
“Well, enough with the bonding, Max, I think you and Zan need to get cleaned up, and after that, maybe we can have a breakfast without any fist fights breaking out.” Kyle said, trying to lighten the mood.
“Ok, but I can’t promise I won’t hit him again. Finally getting the chance to pop you one in the nose felt pretty good.” Max joked.
“Yeah, well don’t get used to it shithead, cause that hurt like a son of a bitch. Oh and that reminds me, watch your back, cause I’m so getting you back for this one. I think you broke it.” Zan said, joking along with his brother. Everyone in the hall laughed with the brotherly banter as Max and Zan left the room. They rejoined sometime later to have a peaceful, loving meal, one of the first they had had in years.
But, somewhere farther off in the galaxy, 2 small women and a tall, handsome stranger were making their way through the Gordovian forests, trying to relocate the lost homestead and Liz’s lost heritage.
TBC…
Go Team Zanaholics Anonymous!!!!!!!
Dreaming in Purple
BDjamilah
Antarian Chica
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Hi everybody,
I know that this is slightly a self serving post, but...
I want you all to go to the nomination forum and...
VOTE FOR ME IN THE FAN FIC AWARDS (i.e. Best Period Piece, Best Author of a UC Fic, Best Fluff Fic, Love Scene that Made You Say Whoa!, Best Fan Art stuff like that)
I really want a nomination in this set of awards, so it would totally make my day, just like Earth2Mama did when she gave me my nod, XOXO, by the way.
Ok, and to make you all really happy, here is a small sample from the next chapter:
Liz gasped at the sight before her. There sat the Parker mansion, Ridgemont Estate. The house had not been burned down like she had been told. The gates had never been breached by the rebel army and it looked like there was activity inside the walls. Liz picked up her skirts and ran headlong for the great iron gates. She hit the gates at a full run, only to find them locked. Odd, she thought, her family never locked the home. Everyone was welcome.
"Hello?" Liz called, "Would somebody let me in?"
A tall, robust man rounded the corner of the gates from the inside, turning to address Liz.
"Go away, we aren't taking any visitors today." the guardsman told her.
"I'm not a visitor, this happens to be my house." Liz answered him. Liz didn't realize that she had yet to show her face to the guard because she didn't take her hood off.
"The only person who lives her is Lady Claudia Parker. Now, go away." the guard repremanded her. Liz couldn't believe her ears. Her beloved grandma had survived the wars. This was the happiest news she had ever heard.
"Grandma Claudia is alive," she gasped. By this time Alex and Crystal had finally caught up to her and just her last exclaimation. "Let me in, I want to see my grandma!" Liz yelled at the guard.
"Excuse me? What did you say?" he asked, staring at the little girl standing in front of him.
"I demand you open these gates so I can see my grandmother!" Liz yelles louder.
"Her grandchildren are all dead." the guard told her.
"Not all of them." Liz said whisking off her hood. "I am Lady Elizabeth Annabella Claudia Parker, first daughter on Lord Jeffery and Lady Nancy Parker, and I am most certainly not dead." The guard just stared at her in shock. The long lost Elizabeth. He couldn't get his hands to work fast enough to open the gates.
Finally the gates swung open and Liz ran up the road to the house where she flung open the doors and there stood her grandmother.
"Grandma Claudia, I'm home." Liz said in a triumphant voice, but she couldn't hide the tears in it either. Her grandmother stood ther in shock, staring at the face of her long thought to be dead grandaughter. She whispered a shocked 'Lizzie' before she fainted dead away.
I know that this is slightly a self serving post, but...
I want you all to go to the nomination forum and...
VOTE FOR ME IN THE FAN FIC AWARDS (i.e. Best Period Piece, Best Author of a UC Fic, Best Fluff Fic, Love Scene that Made You Say Whoa!, Best Fan Art stuff like that)
I really want a nomination in this set of awards, so it would totally make my day, just like Earth2Mama did when she gave me my nod, XOXO, by the way.
Ok, and to make you all really happy, here is a small sample from the next chapter:
Liz gasped at the sight before her. There sat the Parker mansion, Ridgemont Estate. The house had not been burned down like she had been told. The gates had never been breached by the rebel army and it looked like there was activity inside the walls. Liz picked up her skirts and ran headlong for the great iron gates. She hit the gates at a full run, only to find them locked. Odd, she thought, her family never locked the home. Everyone was welcome.
"Hello?" Liz called, "Would somebody let me in?"
A tall, robust man rounded the corner of the gates from the inside, turning to address Liz.
"Go away, we aren't taking any visitors today." the guardsman told her.
"I'm not a visitor, this happens to be my house." Liz answered him. Liz didn't realize that she had yet to show her face to the guard because she didn't take her hood off.
"The only person who lives her is Lady Claudia Parker. Now, go away." the guard repremanded her. Liz couldn't believe her ears. Her beloved grandma had survived the wars. This was the happiest news she had ever heard.
"Grandma Claudia is alive," she gasped. By this time Alex and Crystal had finally caught up to her and just her last exclaimation. "Let me in, I want to see my grandma!" Liz yelled at the guard.
"Excuse me? What did you say?" he asked, staring at the little girl standing in front of him.
"I demand you open these gates so I can see my grandmother!" Liz yelles louder.
"Her grandchildren are all dead." the guard told her.
"Not all of them." Liz said whisking off her hood. "I am Lady Elizabeth Annabella Claudia Parker, first daughter on Lord Jeffery and Lady Nancy Parker, and I am most certainly not dead." The guard just stared at her in shock. The long lost Elizabeth. He couldn't get his hands to work fast enough to open the gates.
Finally the gates swung open and Liz ran up the road to the house where she flung open the doors and there stood her grandmother.
"Grandma Claudia, I'm home." Liz said in a triumphant voice, but she couldn't hide the tears in it either. Her grandmother stood ther in shock, staring at the face of her long thought to be dead grandaughter. She whispered a shocked 'Lizzie' before she fainted dead away.
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