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praying not to create a baby, but to fill her with his essence. She groped his back, rocking with him, legs wrapped firmly, intertwining with his. She felt another orgasm surfacing, stronger than the last. Her moans grew louder, full of more madness. Roman reached his climax, exploding into her.
    For Alexandria, the night spent together symbolized not only her permanent loss of virginity or virtue, but also a division from all that she had ever known: her Royal upbringing.
    Undisturbed by losing something that never meant anything to her, she vowed herself to Roman.
     

     
    Three
     
    In the morning, servants prowl the halls of the Royal Estate, lighting torches and fireplaces so as to try and heat the cold stone structure before their masters awake.
    Morgan’s doorway, set with black steel binderies on heavy oak, lay undisturbed an hour after sunrise. Normally he awoke when the first light broke the horizon; but due to a late intoxicating evening with his Players, he overslept.
    The usual entourage of servants entered Alexandria’s chamber to prepare her for the day. Finding her bed vacant and cold, the five startled maids scurried through the Estate and eventually to the sleeping King’s door, in search of their Princess.
    “Should we dare disturb him?” a frigid, newer maid whispered to anyone listening.
    “Well, his daughter is missing! Of course we should wake him,” insisted Elizabeth, Alexandria’s head maid. Being of such a high rank among the servants, her judgments were trusted. “Imagine the fright he would have if he found his daughter missing at this hour. Why, he would become a lunatic, and we simply cannot have a lunatic King.” He’s bad enough as it is, she muttered under her breath. “Better to have an angry leader than one that’s gone completely mad. Now you go on and wake him while I go and wake his assistant. Surely he will want to know of this, especially if we cannot wake the King. Remember, time is of the essence.”
    “Yes, my lady.”
    A maid hesitated before opening the doors, then cautiously entered. Elizabeth made her way down the halls to the King’s assistant, Marcus, and stood in front of his door to listen before making her entrance.
    Standing in front of his enormous bed, she leaned down and whispered softly into his ears. “Marcus, wake up, there is horrible news.” He stirred. “Alexandria is missing!”
    With that he rolled over and grabbed her, pulling her down on top of him.
    “Good morning, my sweet Elizabeth!”
    “Marcus! Marcus—” she was cut off by his smothering affection, “—not now, you old bastard. Alexandria is missing! Get up and dress this instant!!” She sprung herself up from the bed, straightening her clothes and sweeping at her hair.
    She turned and started out of the room, stopping at the door. “You were always a morning person, Marcus, as well as a fool.”
    “You may be a cold hag on the outside, but I know how you are inside, Elizabeth.”
    Startled by commotion down the hallway, Elizabeth exited as Marcus hurried to dress himself.
    “Alexandria!” Morgan roared as he threw open every door in sight.
     

     
    Four
     
    A band of sunlight crept through the windows of Roman’s cottage and across Alexandria’s face. She smiled in her sleep as the light caressed her, tickling her eyes and kissing her with warmth. Roman watched her sleep, wanting to pull her closer to him, but afraid to wake her.
    She stirred, struggling to open her exhausted eyes. The feeling of his closeness, secure and soothing, wrapped around her like armor. She smiled, remembering their beautiful night together. She felt the delicious ache in her groin. Looking up at Roman, she reached over to pull him on top of her.
    Her expression changed suddenly as the horror of daybreak jolted her.
    “The time, Roman, what is the time?” she asked, horrified at knowing before he answered that it was late enough for her absence to have been noticed. “The sun is up! My father