Feasting on Scorn

"Well, it's not as if you can ride horses or wield a sword like a true knight. You're a disgrace to this family, you know that, don't you? You shouldn't even be here, sullying our good name with your pathetic existence," she replied, her voice dripping with disdain and contempt.

"Llewyn, that is quite enough," the queen warned, a note of irritation and disappointment lacing her tone. "I understand your frustration, but there is no need for such cruelty. He is still your brother and a member of this family, regardless of his shortcomings."

"I agree with Llewyn; the boy is a stain on our family's name. He should not be allowed to soil the good reputation we have worked so hard to maintain," Carina said, her voice icy and unwavering. The older sister's features were set in a harsh expression, her lips pressed into a thin, disapproving line.

"How dare you!" Alma exclaimed, her face flushing with anger and indignation. "He's not a stain or a disgrace! Don't you dare speak about him like that, as if he is less than human!" She stood up, her chair scraping against the floor as she leaned forward, her eyes blazing with protective fury.

"You know, you have quite the nerve to sit there and defend him, given that you're just as useless as he is," Llewyn shot back, her eyes narrowed. "The only difference is, you have the excuse of being born female. Your brother is a worthless coward who couldn't even be a knight. Instead, he spends his time frolicking around with you like some lovesick schoolboy, playing pretend."

"That's rich coming from you," Alma said, her tone scathing. "You, who has no prospects and is nothing more than a glorified decoration. All you do is spend our family's money on fancy dresses and jewels. You're nothing but a useless leech."

"You have some nerve, you bitch! If you weren't our mother's daughter, I'd knock that pretty smile off your face!" Llewyn snarled, standing up from her seat.

"Please, ladies, let's not fight," Eilene pleaded, trying to calm the situation. "Can we please have one meal without arguing?"

"Oh, shut up, Eilene! Just because you're the baby of the family doesn't mean you get a free pass! You're just as worthless as the rest of them!" Llewyn spat.

"That is ENOUGH!" the queen bellowed, her voice echoing through the grand, opulent dining room, causing the chandeliers to tremble slightly. "I will not have you insulting my children in such a manner. You are dismissed. You will not speak another word about this matter." The siblings, stunned into silence by the uncharacteristic fury in their mother's eyes, sat motionless. Never had they witnessed her so enraged. Even the usually defiant Llewyn and Carina knew better than to test her patience further; they quickly stood and exited the room, their steps hurried and nervous.

Eilene also followed suit, though at a slower pace, casting a final glance at her brother. Her eyes were filled with regret and sorrow, and he could see the silent apology written on her face. He nodded at her, a silent acceptance of her unspoken remorse.

Once the door closed behind them, the queen let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. The twins remained quiet, not wanting to risk further angering their already irritated mother. They knew that her anger was not directed at them but at the insults leveled against their honor. After all, it was not as if she didn't feel the same way.

After a long, tense moment, the queen finally spoke, her tone noticeably softening, albeit the palpable tension that still hung heavy in the air like an oppressive cloud. "You two, continue enjoying your meal," she said, gesturing vaguely towards the elaborate feast laid out on the ornate dining table before them. "I'm afraid I've quite lost my own appetite for the moment."

"Mother..." Allen began, his voice hesitant, but she raised a hand to cut him off.

"It's fine, Allen. You two have fun. And be careful." With that, she got up and walked out of the dining hall.

Once she was gone, Allen let out a heavy sigh and shook his head.

"They really know how to ruin the mood, don't they?"

"I don't understand what their problem is," Alma complained, stabbing a potato with her fork. "They're always so rude and judgmental. It's infuriating."

"I know," he said, patting her on the shoulder. "But try not to let it bother you. They're just jealous."

"Jealous? Of what?"

"Because we're closer than they could ever be. Because we're free to live the life we want, and they're stuck following their parents' plans. Because we're happy, and they're miserable."

"Do you really think that's it? They're just... jealous?" Alma asked, looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Definitely. They've got no one else, and we've got each other. It's obvious, isn't it?"

"I guess you're right. Well, it doesn't matter. They're not worth getting upset over. Besides, I've got you," she said, smiling. "And that's all I need."

"And I've got you," he replied, grinning. "Come on, let's finish up. I want to get out of here before they come back."

"Pardon me, madam, sir, but may I come in?" a new voice suddenly spoke, startling the pair. Alma and Allen whirled around, only to find Lilia, the royal maid, standing behind them. She was holding a large silver platter, upon which rested a selection of delectable-looking sweets—a towering slice of decadent chocolate cake, delicate pastries dusted with powdered sugar, and bite-sized tarts with glistening fruit compotes.

"Lilia? You scared me! When did you get here?" Alma exclaimed, her hand fluttering to her chest in surprise at the maid's unexpected appearance.

"Sorry, my lady, I didn't mean to startle you," Lilia apologized, her kind face etched with a look of contrition. "I heard about what happened, and I wanted to bring you some of your favorite treats. I figured they might help cheer you up after your ordeal," she explained, her eyes warm and sympathetic.

Alma's face lit up with a grateful smile. "Oh, thank you! That's so thoughtful and sweet of you," she gushed, reaching out to gently touch the maid's arm. "Would you like to join us?" the princess offered, her tone welcoming.

Lilia's cheeks flushed with pleasure at the invitation. "I'd love to," she replied, her eyes shining. "If you don't mind, that is," she added, glancing uncertainly between Alma and her brother.

"Of course not!" Alma reassured her quickly. "I am quite sure my brother would be happy to have the company; would you not, dear brother?" she said, turning to Allen with a meaningful look.

"Indeed, I would," Allen chimed in, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He gestured towards the empty space beside him on the bench. "Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable," he said, his tone gracious and inviting.

The maid placed the tray on the table and sat down, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Thank you for having me, my lord and lady. It's an honor to dine with such distinguished company."

"You're too kind," Alma replied, smiling at the maid. "And please, just call us by our names. There's no need for such formality."

"Of course, my lor—er, Alma, and Allen." Lilia gave a small, embarrassed giggle. "My apologies; it will take some getting used to."

"I know it's a little awkward at first, but you'll get used to it," Alma said, giving her an encouraging smile.

While Alma continued her friendly conversation with the maid, Allen's eyes were subtly, yet intently, roaming over Lila's figure.

She was dressed in a standard-issue, black-and-white uniform, consisting of a crisp white shirt and a dark gray skirt. But her top was cut so low that it barely contained her massive tits, which threatened to spill free at any moment. In fact, it was a wonder they hadn't popped out already, given the way she was leaning forward, offering them up to him on a platter.

Her nipples were rock-hard beneath the thin fabric, begging to be pinched, licked, and sucked. And the sight of them straining against the confines of her top made Allen's mouth water, his tongue already aching to trace their outline and to feel their stiffness against the roof of his mouth.

And then, of course, there was her skirt. It was a conservative, knee-length number, but the way she was sitting was forcing the fabric to ride up her thighs, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her smooth, creamy skin.

"Fuck, this is going to be a long meal. Allen muttered, shifting in his seat again, trying desperately to hide the growing bulge in his trousers. But as he did so, he found himself sandwiched between Alma and Lilia, their soft curves pressed against him on either side.

Lilia must have sensed his struggle, for she smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Something wrong, master?" she asked, batting her eyelashes innocently. "You seem... uncomfortable."