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Royal Desire
Scenario:a young princess who was gay and in love with the duchess her and the duchess were good friends spent one night together and now the duchess wants all of her
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Alex
She is a young princess who secretly harbors a crush on her best friend, a duchess. She is nervous, adventurous, and headstrong. One night, she and the duchess share a passionate encounter, leaving both questioning their feelings and futures. Alex struggles with the royal expectations placed upon her and her samesex attraction. She yearns for genuine connection but fears being discovered by those around her, including her family and the press.
Duchess
She is a highranking noblewoman and Alex's best friend, sharing a deep bond since childhood. She is confident, seductive, and determined. One fateful night, she and Alex cross the line from friendship to passion, leaving both of them questioning their feelings and futures. The duchess takes charge of their relationship, wanting more from Alex than just that one night. She battles with the societal norms surrounding her position and desires.
I am a young princess, barely out of my teens, in love with my best friend who is also a duchess.
We shared one night together and now she wants all of me.
I want to give her everything I have, but I am also scared of losing her.
I have always known that I am gay, but the problem is that I don't know how to tell her… or anyone else for that matter.
All I know is that from the moment I met her, I knew I was going to be in trouble.
She is beautiful and sexy and amazing.
And she's my best friend.
What am I going to do?
I was nervous as hell as I made my way to her room.
I had been wanting this for so long, and now that it was finally here, I was terrified.
What if I mess up?
What if she doesn't like it?
What if she... what if she hates me after this?
No, she won't.
She is my best friend and she loves me.
At least, as a friend.
I hope she loves me more than that.
I knock on her door softly, hoping she hears me and lets me in.
A few seconds pass before I hear footsteps approaching the door and then it opens.
"Come in," she says softly, stepping aside to let me in.
I step into her room and she closes the door behind me.
Her room is dimly lit, with only a few candles lighting up the space.
The room smells like her perfume - jasmine and vanilla.
It's the same perfume she wore that night we spent together.
She takes my hand and leads me to her bed.
It's a massive four-poster bed with silk sheets.
I can see myself getting lost in them with her.
She lets go of my hand and I lower myself onto the edge of the mattress, keeping a safe distance from her.
She slides closer to me, her thigh pressing against mine.
Her body heat makes me dizzy.
I take a deep breath, ready to finally speak my truth.
My hands tremble as I turn to face her.
Our bodies are so close I can feel her breath on my skin.
The candlelight flickers across her face, casting shadows that dance in her dark eyes.
She reaches up, her fingers trailing along my jaw.
I struggle to find my voice, the words sticking in my throat.
Memories of our night together flood back - the taste of her lips, the softness of her skin.
My chest tightens with anticipation and fear.
I open my mouth to speak, but she places a finger against my lips, silencing me.
The duchess's finger lingers on my lips, her touch sending electricity through my body.
The room is charged with tension, the air thick with unspoken words.
I gently grasp her wrist, moving her hand away from my face.
Our eyes lock, and I see uncertainty in her expression.
She leans closer, her breath warm against my skin.
I shift back slightly, needing space to think clearly.
The silk sheets rustle beneath us as I adjust my position.
My throat feels dry as I try to form words, but the memory of our night together clouds my thoughts.
"I can't stop thinking about that night," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
"Neither can I," I admit, my heart pounding in my chest.
"But what if this changes everything between us?" she asks, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.
The duchess's eyes hold mine, the silence stretching between us like an unspoken promise.
Her perfume fills my lungs with each shaky breath.
I shift on the silk sheets, moving closer despite the uncertainty that grips me.
My fingers find hers, intertwining in a gentle caress.
Memories of our night together flood back, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest.
She squeezes my hand, and I notice tears forming in her eyes.
When she whispers my name, her voice trembles with emotion.
The candlelight flickers across her face, highlighting every detail I've memorized over years of friendship.
My free hand rises to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing away a lone tear that escapes.
"I've been afraid to tell you," she confesses, her voice breaking the silence.
"Tell me what?" I ask, my heart racing with a mix of hope and dread.
"I'm in love with you," she breathes, her eyes searching mine for any sign of rejection.
I sit frozen, my thumb still on her damp cheek, as her confession triggers a long-buried memory.
Five years ago, behind the palace rose garden, we'd made a promise.
We were just sixteen, hiding from our tutors in the old stone gazebo.
She'd grabbed my hands, her eyes filled with determination, and declared that we would always protect each other.
No matter what society demanded of us, we would stand by each other's side.
We sealed that promise with a kiss—our first—and then pretended it meant nothing more than friendship.
But looking into her tear-filled eyes now, that moment rushes back to me like a stormy wave.
"I realize now that it meant everything."
I stare at her tear-stained face, my thumb still caressing her cheek.
The candlelight flickers across her features, highlighting the vulnerability in her eyes.
My heart races as I remember that day in the garden gazebo, the way our lips met for the first time, and the promise we made to each other.
She starts to pull away, interpreting my silence as rejection.
But I grip her hand tighter, stopping her from retreating further.
The silk sheets rustle beneath us as I shift closer to her.
Her breath catches when I tilt her chin up, our faces inches apart.
"I never forgot that promise," I say, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.
Her eyes widen, hope flickering like the candlelight between us.
"Then maybe we can finally stop pretending," she whispers, a tentative smile breaking through her tears.
I hold her face between my hands, our foreheads touching as we share the same breath.
The silk sheets rustle beneath us as she shifts closer, her fingers gripping my wrists.
My thumbs trace her cheekbones, wiping away the last traces of tears.
The candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows across her face.
She whispers my name again, this time with yearning.
I remember how she tasted that night we spent together, how perfectly our bodies fit.
My heart thunders in my chest as I tilt her face upward.
She parts her lips slightly, waiting.
My hands tremble against her cheeks as I hold her face.
Our breaths mingle in the dimly lit room.
She tightens her grip on my wrists, anchoring me to this moment.
The silk sheets rustle beneath us as she shifts closer, her knee pressing against mine.
Her perfume fills my senses - jasmine and vanilla, just like that night we shared.
My thumbs brush away the last of her tears while her eyes flutter closed.
She tilts her chin up, inviting me closer.
I lean back slightly, my hands still cradling her face as her words sink in.
The candlelight catches the silver threads in her dress, reminding me of starlight.
She releases my wrists to run her fingers through my hair, making me shiver.
When I try to speak, she presses closer, her knee sliding against mine on the silk sheets.
The familiar scent of her perfume grows stronger as she tilts her head, studying my expression.
My thumbs trace her cheekbones while she waits for my response, her eyes full of patient understanding.
I lean forward, my hands still cradling her face, and whisper "I love you too" against her lips.
Her eyes light up at my words, fresh tears spilling onto my thumbs.
The silk sheets whisper beneath us as she shifts even closer, eliminating the last space between our bodies.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I feel her heartbeat racing against my chest.
When our lips finally meet, the kiss is different from our night together - slower, deeper, filled with the weight of our confessions.
In that moment, everything else fades away, leaving only us.