"The intensity of the moment was broken by the unexpected awakening of the girl, He raised his eyebrows in surprise, pulling his head away as he asked, 'You awake? Are you okay?' in a curious and worried tone.
As the girl's vision and hearing gradually returned, she began to cough, her hands beating against her chest in an attempt to clear her throat. Damien's concern grew as she squeezed her eyes shut, the coughing continuing unabated. 'Sorry, are you okay?' he repeated.
"The coughing persisted, and Damien's worry deepened as she continued to struggle. In a soft, concerned voice, he asked, 'Sorry, are you okay?' The girl locked eyes with Damien, her gaze flickering between each of his as if attempting to decipher his true nature. 'Who are you?' she inquired, her voice raspy and broken by the recent ordeal.
'I... I'm Damien,' he replied, his tone still tinged with concern. 'How did you end up in the water?
As Damien continued to question the girl, the sound of hooves echoed in the distance as his horse returned, drawn by the commotion. With a look of disappointment, Damien shook his head as he muttered, 'Oh, really?' to the horse, who had left them earlier in the day. Without hesitation, Damien gently lifted the girl onto the horse, ensuring she was safely secured before mounting himself and returning to the palace.
As Chris spotted the king from afar, he rushed to him, a worried look clouding his face. "Your majesty, the woods are dangerous! I told you not to go alone," he admonished. His gaze shifted to the unconscious girl in Damien's arms. "Who is this?" he asked.
"She's hurt," Damien replied. "Go and fetch the physician immediately." Chris sprinted off, leaving Damien to carry the girl in a bridal hold.
Inside the palace, Damien laid the girl on the bed and instructed the maids to change her clothes.
When Chris and the physician arrived, a thorough examination revealed that the girl had suffered a minor cut on her lip and several sharp wood cuts on her foot. Damien and Chris left the room, closing the door behind them and leaning against the wall on opposite sides.
Chris grinned mischievously at the king, a raised eyebrow accentuating his teasing tone. "Who is she? Where did you find her?"
"I saw her drowning in the river," Damien answered, his tone serious.
"And you risked your life to save her, hmm?" Chris continued, the smirk never leaving his face. "I see you even got yourself soaked in the process. Or should I say...entangled?" He raised his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
Damien gave him a sideways glance. "Of course I had to save her. If I hadn't, she would have drowned." He paused for a moment before adding, "And I am your king, you know. A little respect, perhaps?"
The two friends exchanged playful banter, the mood lightening despite the situation's gravity.
Slowly, the door creaked open, causing Damien and Chris to snap to attention, their banter abruptly silenced.
Damien's focus was immediately drawn to the physician's report, his expression serious as he listened intently. "Your Majesty, she's okay now," the physician explained. "I've treated her wounds. She's just sleeping for now, but she'll wake up after she's had a rest."
"Thank you, you've done well," Damien said, dismissing the physician with a nod. As Chris left the room as well, Damien closed the door behind them, his gaze falling upon the girl lying in the bed.
Draped in a light blue, linen gown, the girl's delicate form rested on the bed. The gown's V-neck and long sleeves were adorned with delicate red floral embroidery, the material outlining the subtle curves of her body. The room's chilly breeze caused her to shiver, and her small, round nipples strained against the fabric of the gown, their hardened tips visibly pushing against the material.
The king stood beside the bed, his eyes fixed on the beautiful, innocent girl.
Damien's eyes traced the lines of her slender frame, a surge of desire rising within him at the sight of her seductive figure. The girl's beauty was undeniable, her appearance both ethereal and alluring. As she slumbered, her chest rose and fell in steady, rhythmic breaths, the curve of her lips forming a gentle smile.
He couldn't take his eyes off her, his heart beating faster as he took in her breathtaking form.
As he stared at her, Damien's breath quickened, his eyes drawn to her nipples which stood rigidly against the fabric of her gown. Despite his attempts to control his desires, his body betrayed him. With a swift motion, he covered her body with a blanket and quickly left the room, feeling his arousal growing.
Upon reaching his chambers, he tried to dispel the lingering image of the girl's body by pleasing himself.
Finding no peace in his own bed, Damien tried to quell his desires by indulging in self-pleasure. He rubbed his hands vigorously over his member, yet the girl's image continued to haunt his mind. Eventually, his little friend relented, and he fell asleep, the memory of her beauty refusing to fade even in slumber.
The next day, the girl awoke to find herself in a well-decorated room. The opulent bedding wrapped around her, its silk-soft texture and plush pillows cocooning her in warmth and comfort, beckoning her to remain in its embrace. The walls boasted a stunning array of artwork, intricate tapestries woven with golden threads reflecting the light of the chandeliers. The rich mahogany furniture exuded an air of timeless elegance, its polished surfaces glinting in the morning sun. Stretching and yawning, she winced as a sharp pain shot through her lip.
Rubbing her thumb against her lip to soothe the pain, the girl noticed that she was wearing new clothes. Curious about her surroundings, she bent her head to examine the fabric when the door suddenly creaked open, catching her off-guard. Her eyes snapped to the doorway, her heart racing as she prepared for what was to come.