Unexpected consequences Stories

The flickering flames were dimmed behind the glass of the lamps, softening the cold, stone walls of my bedchamber. Heavy velvet drapes framed the bed. Frankincense burned. It was a sanctuary, undisturbed by the bustle of the palace beyond my door. We spoke in hushed whispers. “Mistress, are you not concerned with the frequency of his visits?” “I am not.” “But the king–” “Father is my concern, not yours, Prima. I’m the onl...

There I was sitting across from him on the train, steeling myself like every evening this week. Our eyes had met, lingered. He was gorgeous, all dark hair and brooding eyes. A Brit, no doubt, not a surprise riding a train in Great Britain, but the way he carried himself was more than telling on its own. That day, he surprised me as he walked towards me and slowly slid into the seat next to me. My heart quickened, and I co...