Hearing the town criers, Gerrard feels his pulse quicken, rising from the hot waters of his private bath, he heads off to get dressed. Reminiscing while he dresses, he can feel the ache working through his body from the intense evening past, spent whiling away in pursuits that the soon to arrive Aserits would scarcely deem appropriate for any royal to savor. Glancing to the bed his eyes wander over the two naked women, their slender bodies crisscrossed with various welts still bright red, the lingering musk of arousal still heavy in the room, he smiles knowing the two girls have just had the most intense night their have every had and will soon be seeking far more. Though disappointed that the two broke so easily and succumbed to the pleasures so easily, it was an enjoyable night that he hopes the proposed diplomatic marriage will yield a princess that will keep his desires or if she will just be one more of the demanding little Aserit warrior wenches so divorced from her senses that she wouldn't know an orgasm or desire beyond bloodshed.<br/><br/>He leaves his private chambers, motioning for one of the guards to handle the two young women in his room. The girls will be given quarters with the servants until they have recovered and are healthy, then will be provided a small stipend for their time with the understanding that if they speak they will have to face a very unhappy prince, though none have ever provided difficulties in the past, all seemed to have welcomed the intensity the evenings have granted to both the young women and the prince.<br/><br/>Gerrard heads down to the royal dining room, his pristine white tunic, breeches and black vest placing him outside the normal exotic ranges of color in the royal palace. His eyes meet each eye on the way, a silent challenge and pressure alike upon them all, none who have met the prince will question that his lineage or his right as one of the royal family of Theiri.<br/><br/>On his path down he notices one of the maids that acts as his eyes and ears within the palace giving him a signal that she has information that he will need, a gentle flick of her long auburn  hair from one shoulder to the other, appearing to others merely as a maid seeking to draw the prince into a quick torrid release of lusts in dark room.  Gerrard takes the hint and turns off from the main hallways and quickly slips into a closet followed by a maid licking her lips as a woman who knows her nethers are about to be filled hard and fast, exactly as she wants it.<br/><br/>Once inside the maid tall and well built, smiles and pulls him close, "My liege, the news is as you expected, the Aserits have sent a scout to 'verify the safety of the premises' against assassins," she whispers ending with a gentle laugh. "The scout is supposedly blind, but no warrior would send a blind man with a trained sight dog unless he and the dog both would have talents above and beyond what even a sighted man might be capable of.," she moans softly as the prince nibbles at her exposed neck, she savors the sensations, not only just to keep up the façade.<br/><br/>"Good, as always you brought me the information I need to know, though what is the 'scout's' name?" Gerrard whispers back to the maid turned castle spy, as he spins her around and forcefully presses her up against the door, adding to the appearance that he is using the maid for quick lay, nothing more let alone a spy. One hand firmly in her hair gripping tightly at the base of her skull arching her back leaving her neck open for him to leave various marks openly visible, while his other hand hikes up the front of her dress to being to work her nethers slowly at first, but with long experience quickly bringing the maid to very loud moans.<br/><br/>"T…the man's name….is… is Sang…uine my prince, uhn," she gasps loudly as she can feel his fingers slipping back her clit hood to pinch firmly and twist her sensitive button, hitting her masochistic streak just right, even as her mind whirls rapidly spinning deeper into the lusts that chain her mind and body firmly to the prince, she orgasms, leaving no doubt to any of the long experienced staff that she is quite the screamer, lasting several minutes before she collapses into the prince's embrace. Still breathing heavily, she licks ravenously at the prince's offered fingers, still drenched in her juices, her pussy clenching rapidly in intensified aftershocks of her orgasm. "My lord I will continue to keep watch for you, as your unseen eyes". She continues to savor her taste upon her liege's fingers, making sure to clean up every last bit with her agile pink tongue.<br/><br/>Gerrard helps the maid still panting with lust burning in her eyes, he motions for her to leave, while he readjusts his clothing, she steps out, readjusting her own on the fly in the sight of the rest of the staff who have become accustomed to the prince's active libido. He leaves and takes the side way down to the back entrance of the royal dining hall, so that he can slip in, initially unnoticed. The prince moves to take his place next to his mother the queen, still a beauty despite her age time has been abnormally kind. He looks over to her giving her a cat the ate the canary smile that reinforces the impression of his lusts having been so recently sated at least for a time.  The queen seated closely enough can still catch the faint scent of a woman in heat on her son's hand.<br/><br/>"Good evening my dear mother, the night appears to be teeming with possibility and the beauty of new things to come, how are you tonight?"<br/>