It’s late, close to midnight, when Maria is alone. She sits in a foyer, the one that holds a record collection that had been brought over from the other side of the Veil. Elvis sings through the room lightly from the old record player and a fire crackles in the room’s mantle. In Maria’s hands, she holds the message from Rodger, still sealed. Her head is turned towards the window that looks out towards the Pacific, every now and then a beam of light skirts on the water from the Helena Lighthouse. Her mind is deep in thought as Llorena sleeps beside the warmth of the fire.
A part of her craves to open it, to take out the rolled up letter and read its contents, but another part of her hesitates to open the bottle. It feels as though it would like a great explosion going off and as though the whole world would swallow the Perez family and bring their royal bloodline to its knees.
Maria’s gaze turns to her sleeping Llorena and she can’t help but smile as the creature sleeps in bliss, no doubt dreaming of long runs and belly rubs.
Sighing, she stands and walks to the small alcohol cabinet a few servants had rolled in by her request. Picking a non toxic black Corpse Rose wine, she fills a glass to the rim. Not half full. She sniffs the wine and her nose prickles at the clean bitting sugary scent. She tips the glass into her mouth and takes one long drink, emptying the glass and returning it to it’s spot in the cabinet.
Walking back to the chair and sitting, she waits for the alcohol to give her the strength to open the bottle and after a couple minutes it does. The heated lightheadedness spurs her on and with fumbling intoxicated fingers she uncorks the glass bottle and slides the eggshell white parchment out. In her mind, as she does this, the room seems to sigh around her and the crackling of the fire appears to have vanished as she unrolls the parchment and stares at the words drawn onto its surface.
To the King and Queen of Rosa
We found Fernando in the city of Seattle Washington earlier today but he was lost due to unforeseen events. It appears that the crowned prince has Tithered to a man.
Before they disappeared though, we were able to place a tracker upon the unnamed male he had mated with. We plan to have him within two to three days. A week at the most along with his Tithered.
Whether or not he and the Tithered are engaged in marriage is yet to be discovered, but rest assured I shall find out both as your loyal subject and as your son’s trusted friend.
Sincerely, Rodger
Maria throws the message into the fireplace and she curses aloud. Llorena wakes and looks at her master, a sparkle of concern in the jaguar’s eyes as the Elvis record continues to play. A tear rolls down Maria’s face and her shoulders shudder.
Their future was unknown, she thinks to herself. How could they possibly fix this? And the King? He would be heartbroken, if not more than their daughter’s tragic death. Their son preferred cock and he had Thithered to one it seemed.
“We are doomed,” she says aloud and the record ends. Only static fills the air.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s031ag/forbidden_desires_part_18