A messenger walks through the crowd making their exits and makes his way towards Molly, discreetly.
"Good evening. His Majesty requests the presence of Lady Molly." The messenger says to Gaston who nods in understanding.
Turning to his daughter, he says he will see her soon, that he'd be heading home. The messenger stops him as he makes his way towards the door stating that chambers had been set up for Molly.
Molly's father exits the room hastily, making his way out of the castle and towards the stables. Molly makes her way down the hall, following him to the King's chambers.
She's not delusional, however. It was ingrained in her earlier life not to get into the affairs of how the kingdom is run. At worst, it could warrant death upon her and her family. It was best not to attempt.
Of course, this was not the life that Molly wished for herself, becoming the King's mistress. She was raised as a match for a nobleman not too far away from her own home.
Still, this was her duty.
She has to do what must be done.
The door to the chamber opens and King Lucas walks in.
"Lady Molly, Your Grace." The messenger announces
Molly bows, waiting while he crosses the room before returning to a standing position. He smiles at her, full of kindness and happiness. It helped put Molly's mind at ease. Lucas gives a nod to the messenger who proceeds to exit the King's chambers. King Lucas turns his full attention on Molly. Just string for her to sit. He asks if she understands why she is here. She nods and says she understands. He reminds her to be discreet, when entering his chambers from now on, and to never allow herself to be seen with him by the queen. Molly nods her head to agreeing, not like she had any choice in the matter.
Without waiting another moment, the king stands as does Molly. He approaches her, putting her hand on her shoulder before gently, turning her around to undo the lace that kept her dress together. She feels the legs loosen against her back, and it falls to the ground, leaving her standing there in her undergarment. King Lucas makes quick work with untying this one as well.
Molly's breath catchers in her chest.
It now is truly dawning on her that she is about to share a bed with the most powerful person in the country.
It was a terrifying thought.
What would happen if she displeased him?
What would the feeling be like?
The undergarment falls to the floor.
She is now standing bare in front of him. Taking her hand he guides her to the bed, lying her down on her back. King Lucas straddles the young woman, undoing his pants whilst kissing her neck as he prepares himself to enter her.
With a groan, he slides deep inside her, Molly grips the sheets and withholds a cry as her walls expand, allowing him inside. The pain mixes with the pleasure as he begins to rock his hips back and forth. Molly stares up at him, his gaze in tense and focused. She has been doing her best to remain as subdued and study, feeling the pressure of wanting to please the King. Now, although try as she might, Amone escapes her lips. King Lucas grins, a bright white smile at her, and begins to increase his thrusts, and pace. Soon the two are panting as he rocks harder and harder. With a groan, he finishes inside of her. Removing himself from her, he lies back on the bed beside her.
"Shall you be here when I call to you next?" King Lucas asks through fast breaths
Molly's heart flutters.
This must be good news.
"Yes, Your Grace."
"Excellent. Now, you must return to your chambers."