Getting Wet III (R-18, please do not read if you don't find it pleasing.)

The carriage did not get home fast as I expected. I was eager to check myself and see if the lord was right. If he was then, I will keep a close eye on him. He needed to be checked before I fall for him completely.

He swept me off my feet the first day we met. It was a bad idea to dance with him. The worst was today. We walked through the garden alone and spoke about things we were not supposed to.

I bit my lower lips when I remembered the way he sought permission from me before asking me about the wetness I felt.

"Hurry up" I shouted from behind. The carriage man whipped the ropes faster and I heard the horses whining louder than ever.

I relaxed in my seat and enjoyed the thoughts flowing through my mind. Lord Azriel had done more than enough time makes me feel these strange feelings. It was the first, I had a serious conversation with a gentleman.

If father would give consent to our relationship then we were going to make a fine couple. It was too early to decide that but there was this voice storming through my mind saying that we were going to be more than friends.

The carriage skipped to a halt in front of the entrance door. I did not wait for the guards to open the door for me as usual. I pushed the door of the carriage and rushed at it like a bird who just got freed.

My hand fan slipped out of my hand and I did not bother to pick it up. Lord Azriel told me to check myself as soon as I get home.

The guards were surprised by my new behavior. They thought someone was after me. I ignored all their questions and greetings.

I raced up the stairs and when I got to the entrance, it was opened by a guard. I ran into the palace like a dog who was chased by a wolf. My heart kept on thudding hard as I climbed the never-ending stairs that led to the Royal bedrooms.

"Azrael!" Hazel's voice echoed in the building. I did not turn to ask why nor did I answer her.

The shoes I wore made it difficult for me to climb the stairs faster. I took them off. Hope or Lyla might pick it up. They were also after me.

"What happened?" my aunt came out of my stepmother's room. She was surprised to see me running. I was the princess that did everything slowly and carefully. Father taught me to be a lady when in a gown and a man when I put on the armor. "Oh, mine…what is wrong with our girl?"

Our girl? I was never her girl. She hated me because I was my father's only child. The way my father brought me wasn't the same as she wanted to bring me.

My stepmother told me that my mother before she died, handed me over to my aunt but due to differences she had with my father, he took me away from her.

"Be careful, my princess" Hope shouted but it was too late. A maid was coming with a tray. I hit her by the side even though she tried her best to avoid me.

"Sorry, make sure you clean it up" I laughed at the accident. If Lord Azriel was here, he would have laughed as well. He put me in this mess. Damn that man!

"Is she losing it?" my aunt asked but nobody answered her. I knew she was going to get my parents to scold me for my poor behavior. But I did not care…I just want to break this one rule.

I got to my door at last. I yanked it open with my leg.

When I turned to look at those after me, Ember was among them too. I shut the door and leaned against it. A naughty smile appeared on my face when I replayed the moment in my head.

"Lord Az-riel…" I murmured as I rushed to the bathroom. The white cloth I used for my courses was lying on a tray. I picked up and went to the mirror.

It was going to be difficult to get my clothes off. My gown buttons required the help of a maid.

"Damn you, Azriel," I said as ripped the buttons on the back. My corset was the first I took off after I free the gown.

I took it off and I signed. My waist was as tiny as that of a doll.

I also removed my shorts and took the white cloth.

My breath became louder. This was something I have never done. When Lord Azriel asked me to, I should have said no but I couldn't. Found myself doing it now.

"Azrael, will you open the door?" queen Ivy, my stepmom shouted from outside. She was worried. Her voice spoke of it.

"Just tell us you are fine in there," My aunt asked. I was glad that she was beginning to care at last.

I placed the cloth between my two long legs. I felt the cloth touching my vagina. I wiped the wetness off and I looked at it.

It consists of a small amount of milky white fluid.

Lord Azriel was right? I would love to ask Lyla about it. She was once married. I heard that married women knew more than we single ladies do.

"Will you open this door or I go get your father here?" my aunt asked for the last time. Father? My heart almost jumped out of my mouth. Father? I took the white cloth to the bathroom.

I opened the wardrobe and picked one of my night wears. I wore the white silk which was given to me by the palace chef as a birthday gift.

"Azrael, I'm going to call for him now" My aunt continued to threaten me. I knew she was capable of doing it. I rushed to the door and unlocked it.

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