Princess

Amie followed Peter through the palace gardens. When they reached the edge of gardens, far away from the palace and any prying eyes, Peter looked around to make sure nobody was looking.

Amie asked, "Peter, what are you doing?"

Peter whispered, "Keep your voice down, follow me."

Amie did his bidding. Peter stepped over the shrub used to mark the edge of the palace grounds. He pulled apart some branches of a low-lying tree on the other side, which revealed a path that went into the forest the palace was positioned next to. He motioned for her to follow. Excitement and wonder overtook her and she followed him along the winding trail. The trail ended at a meadow, similar to the one Amie found Sequana in.

Peter told her to wait where she was. Not a moment later, he was lighting something. When the flame caught, she realized the meadow had gas lanterns on the edges of it. Peter moved quickly around the meadow to light each one.

Once he was done, he went back to Amie. He reached his hand out for her to grasp, "Shall we?"

Amie reached for his hand and allowed him to guide her to the center of the meadow. There was a blanket on the ground Amie hadn't noticed before. Peter motioned for her to sit. Once they were both on the blanket, Amie couldn't help but ask, "What is all of this?"

Peter replied, "I wanted to do something for you, for us. I wanted to make a little haven just for the two of us to enjoy the night here. Every time I'm visiting this year, we can come to this spot and enjoy the stars. We can enjoy the flames in the lanterns dancing, and we can have a moment to ourselves, just to relax and not have to worry how we behave in front of prying eyes."

Amie was mesmerized with her future husband, "Peter, you didn't have to do all of this. This is so lovely."

Peter took Amie's hands into his and gazed into her eyes. His voice was soft, "Adeline, I love you."

Amie felt as though her heart was going to jump out of her chest. The man she had fallen in love with said what she was longing to hear. She eagerly replied, "I love you too, Peter."

With that, they both leaned in to kiss each other. The kiss quickly turned more passionate than anything they had done before. Peter moved from her lips to her neck, making sure to be ever so gentle. He guided her to lie down on the blanket.

Amie could feel her body becoming warm, his gentle kisses stimulating her more and more.

Still though, a part of her told her it was wrong. She interrupted their moment, "Peter, maybe we should wait until we are married."

Peter paused what he was doing and raised his head to look into her eyes once again. With the softest voice, he asked, "My love, what are you afraid of? The wedding date is already set, we are already as husband and wife... Are you nervous?"

Under the soft light of the lanterns, Peter could see Amie blush at the last question. Amie didn't quite know if that was the reason she was hesitant, but she did know she was nervous.

A kind smile crossed Peter's face, "It's okay my soulmate. We'll go slow and stop if you get uncomfortable."

Amie thought for a moment. The warmth of his body, the thought of his kisses on her neck, it was all so inviting. She loved him so much, she wanted more. What could the harm be? She said nothing and just nodded her head, she could be forgiven for wanting something other than mundane ritual and emotionally tortuous isolation for once.

Peter pulled his shirt off, revealing an athletic figure that Amie could not figure out how he was able to conceal. Discovering his toned abs only made her want him more. She couldn't help herself and reached for his perfect abs. She could feel that his heart was racing just as fast as hers.

Compared to Peter so easily undressing, Amie was still far more timid with slipping out of her dress. Peter helped her get it over her head, revealing her intimate clothes underneath. They stopped for a moment when Peter had the urge to kiss Amie. First on the lips, then the neck, then he moved down to her chest. He helped her remove her chemise, revealing two perfectly-shaped breasts underneath. Peter began using his tongue to play with her nipples while Amie bit her lip in excitement.

Peter couldn't handle the anticipation any longer. He moved to take the rest of his clothes off. Amie followed suit and gingerly did the same. She was shy and embarrassed with this being the first time she had ever seen a man's part. Eagerness and anxiousness conflicted within her.

He held his promise, though. Sensing Amie's conflicting feelings, he went back to kissing her and gently caressing her breasts to make sure she was in the right mood. She could feel his fully erect part on her as he pressed his body into hers, anticipating the moment when he could slip it in.

The moment came, lining up his instrument, he started slow. First it was a gentle push, not quite penetrating. Amie was filling with eagerness, he sensed it and went again. She felt as though he was toying with her. Unintentionally seductive, she whispered, "Put it in."

That was all he needed to hear. With one thrust, he was in. Amie felt a sensation of both pain and pleasure. The pain didn't last and the pleasure quickly overcame her. He felt so good inside of her, she couldn't help but moan. The moaning excited him more, the next thrust was harder.

They moved together, going harder and faster. Then slowed down for a little bit to enjoy each other a little longer, rhythmically keep pace with each other's moans of pleasure. Soon it was too much for either of them and they quickened the pace. Finally, neither one of them could take it anymore. She let out a loud moan as she came for the first time in her life. Her body tensed at the amazing sensation. She could feel his body tense at the same time as he filled her with his seed.

He pulled out and lied next to her. Once it was all over, they held each other, lying on the blanket for what felt like only a moment. Amie was starting to fall asleep in his arms when he gently brushed his hand against her cheek, "Adeline, please don't fall asleep. We have to get back before anyone notices we're gone."

Amie was dispirited at the thought of returning. She knew he was right, but she didn't want the moment to end. Sensing this, Peter told her, "It's alright, I'll be back again soon. We can be in each other's arms then too, and in a year's time we can spend each night holding each other."

Amie was soothed by his words, "We should leave now then, otherwise I will be unwilling to leave at all."

Peter nodded in agreement. They dressed themselves and Peter helped Amie to fix herself so she looked proper again. When he turned out the lights, it was if the magic of the night never happened.

***

Amie and Peter were able to easily slip back into the crowd inside. By the time they got back, some people had started to leave and quite a few people had already had their fill of drink.

Queen Zephine was surprisingly heavily intoxicated. For the first time ever, Amie saw her look overjoyed. She came over to the couple and started to talk to Prince Peter, "I'mmmmmmmm so haappy youuu'rrrre willlingg t marry Adeliyyy. I thought your were th'stuuckk up kinnd."

Peter laughed off Queen's Zephine's comment, "My dear Princess Adeline. I think your mother has had too much to drink. Calling your future husband stuck up is quite uncouth!"

Amie was unsure of how to react to such a strange scene, "I hope you're not offended, I've never seen her like this before."

Peter replied, "Not at all my dear. I'm aware of a mother's bond with her daughter," turning to Queen Zephine, he said, "You must be feeling sentimental seeing your daughter becoming engaged. I assure you, she will be treated well."

Queen Zephine laughed, "Thazz not m'daughter! Thasss and orphan!"

Peter paused for a moment, "Oh yes, that's right." He turned to Amie, "I'm so sorry, Adeline. I forgot she was your aunt. I hope you're not offended by my comment earlier."

Before Amie could say anything, Queen Zephine drunkenly clarified, "Not my nieeeece! Shee's a commoner! Filthy Commoner!" Queen Zephine through the bottle she was holding at Amie's head.

Instead of coming to Amie's aid, Peter just remained where was standing, frozen in place, "What?"