The second prince, Lester Müller, walked briskly outside the hall. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His anger was so palpable that it was not concealed in the slightest, and all those who saw him approaching bowed their heads deeply and groveled in their most respectful appearance.

But they would not open their mouths and call out "Your Highness the Prince", because their deference was their way of trying to hide themselves, not the other way around, to get the Prince's attention.

But there is one man who is doing the opposite of all those who are afraid of the prince.

In order to shorten the time he spent away from the palace, Lester Müller walked through the palace garden.

His eyes were still looking at the temple not long ago, and his whole spirit was still cursing Ravelle's haughty, damned spirit, so much so that when he stumbled into something, he was unaware and utterly surprised.

This also made his anger rise like an explosion, and he immediately roared: "Who dares to stand in my way!? Do you want to be tortured and die a miserable death!?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please forgive me!" a panicked, weak female voice came.

Only then did the Prince of Lester realize that he had bumped into a woman.

Dressed in the clothes of a maid, she fell to the ground, sprinkled with flowers and petals, and a half-full basket of flowers fell beside her.

Prince Leicester's eyes changed instantly.

Although the woman's face was pale and her eyes were full of horror at this moment, her white and red face, smart eyes, three-dimensional facial features, and slightly open and full lips still attracted Prince Leicester in an instant.

The man was sure that the maid had a unique charm, that she had the simplicity of a low-class girl, but that was not limited to that.

His expression softened immediately, and with a gentlemanly grace, he held out his hand to the girl.

"It's me who didn't see the road properly, sorry ma'am, I'm too obsessed with unpleasant memories. ”

The girl was obviously still frightened, and after making sure that the man's soft expression was continuous, not fleeting, she slowly stretched out her hand, and her tender white fingertips gently rested on the man's large hand like a feather.

The moment the skin touched, Lester Muller uncontrollably imagined what it would feel like when this soft, white little hand grasped his lower body.

How ...... that would be

Lester Müller laughed.

He did not pull the girl up, but squatted down, took the girl's hand with one hand, picked up the flower basket with the other, and picked up the flowers that had fallen on the ground, and soon, when the flowers on the ground were finished, the man's hand began to pick up the flowers that had fallen on the girl, as well as the petals that lay all over her body.

"Beautiful lady, can you forgive me for being reckless?"

As he spoke, the prince's hand covered the flowers and petals and touched the girl's body.

The girl's breathing suddenly became rapid. She lowered her face slightly, and replied with shyness and timidity: "Yes, dang, of course, I have something wrong...... I...... I didn't pay attention to look at ......"

"What a nice girl. Prince Leicester's smile deepened, and his voice became softer, with a unique thickness that accompanied heavy breathing, "Tell me, beautiful lady, what is your name?"

The prince's hand moved up little by little, to the girl's round and full breasts.

Even flowers and petals can't fill the tempting ravines, and they can't compete with the tender slopes.

The girl's breathing became more rapid, and the pink on her cheeks was quickly replaced by redness.

She replied with a heavy breath and a faint trill, "Norman...... My name is Norman Wallace. ”

"Oh?" the prince raised an eyebrow, "very few girls would use that name. ”

Norman pursed her full lips and opened them again, "Yes, my parents had expected their eldest son to be a boy. ”

The prince chuckled, put the flowers and petals in his hand into the basket, and then slowly stroked the girl's lips, moving his fingertips little by little, feeling the soft red touch.

"They should be proud of you, if it's a boy, maybe just a bastard, not a beautiful stunner like you, and enter the court. ”

The girl smiled shyly, and as she laughed, her mouth opened a little more, revealing her white, neat teeth, and the tip of her tongue close to the prince's fingers.

"You are dressed in the clothes of a maid, you are ......"

"I am the lady-in-waiting of Her Royal Highness the Princess. This time the girl was the first to answer.

"It turned out to be my sister's maid. The Prince of Leicester was relieved.

Reassured, his fingers went deeper, touching a little tooth, and the tip of his tongue, the fingertip with the fragrance of flowers stained a little*******Yes, I ...... I am so fortunate to be able to serve the most beautiful people in the world. Because of the man's movements, the girl's words became slower, but to the man's ears, it was more beautiful and seductive.

"Don't be so modest. Prince Leicester let go of the girl's lips and lifted her face to make her look straight at him, "Even if you are not the most beautiful in the world, you are definitely the best that ordinary people cannot compare, otherwise, my fastidious sister would not have allowed you to serve by her side, do you say?"

The girl wanted to bow her head, but because she was held up by the prince's big hand on her chin, she could not do so, so she could only lower her gaze and replied shyly: "Thank you for your compliment, Your Highness the Prince." ”

"Looks like you know who I am. The big hand opened and stroked the girl's face.

"Who wouldn't know you? I have seen you on many occasions, and every time I see you, my heart beats faster, like ...... Right now...... Your heroism has always been the longing of the maids. ”

"You're a stunner, Norman, and I'm sorry I didn't bump into you sooner. Prince Lesway took a deep breath and said, "I wanted to leave as soon as possible, but I changed my mind. I'll be in the palace for a while, Norman, and will you come to my bedchamber after satisfying my sister, and relieve my sorrows?"

Norman felt the prince's hand touch her buttocks.

She nodded slightly: "Who doesn't want to serve the most heroic man in the world?"

Throughout the night, the Prince of Leicester's bedroom was filled with the sweet cries of maidens and the wild and indulgent cries of men.

The Prince of Leicester is shocked by the girl's lust and physical strength.

There has never been a woman who has enough charm and ability to make him slump in bed and need rest to continue.

He leaned on the soft and generous pillow, sipped the wine, watched Norman get out of bed, his tender white feet slowly stepped on the luxurious and thick carpet, the fire enveloping her body, bringing a little light to the beads of sweat.

The Prince of Leicester became more and more certain that he had made the right choice and that perhaps his vacation should be extended.

He figured it wasn't the time to tear his face with Heathrow's old fox or Ravel anyway.

Norman walked out to the balcony, and the evening breeze blew through her pale blonde hair, blowing away the heat from her skin.

She slowly looked up at the bright moon that radiated a soft glow, fantasizing about the day when she would be able to snuggle up to Arthur's chest and feel his power.