My king. Today is a holiday in the lands subject to you - you chose your wife, the woman who will be with you all your life. The gods are on your side - you are lucky on the hunt, clever in dance, pretty handsome and young and hot. You are beautiful, my King! Black curls frame a dark noble face with piercing dark brown eyes. A wide nose might be a bit narrower, but even so, it does not spoil your beauty. My King ... You chose a bride. She is so thin and fragile, as if woven from weightless cobwebs, golden-haired beauty. Oh, her hair! Colors of white gold, thick, smeared with overseas oils, heavy and shiny! Big eyes the color of the spring sky, puffy with resinous eyelashes, velvet skin and barely noticeable blush. She is a worthy couple for you, my King, your overseas princess.

Why don't you celebrate with everyone, Master? Why is there a note of sadness in the delightful languid eyes? What inspired your longing? Your subjects love you, the Kingdom is flourishing ... why are you sad ??

One day you said to me: "Like gives rise to like." And your ardor spawned my love, imperceptible, silent, but no less hot. You desired me, Lord, and I did not dare to refuse. You broke into my tower like a whirlwind, without a word or word, you hugged my waist and dug into my juicy red lips. At first, I answered timidly to your fever, but emboldened, slightly opened my mouth ... Brazenly - you wouldn't call it otherwise, your tongue studied me, caressing my lips; your hands untied the corset.

Grabbing me, you went to the bed where the maid spread out my favorite silk sheets. Oh, your hands! How shamelessly they freed my breasts from under the corset, how they crushed her, how her nipples were strained to the limit! The heat of your body spread to me, heat rushed through the veins, forcing the blood to boil and cloud the mind! Having come to my senses a bit, I realized that I was completely undressed, and you, naked, caressing my cheek and your eyes ... what love was in them! Lying your lips to my chest, you gently licked nipples, pulling their teeth, bringing me to ecstasy, to cry! My King ... I remember sticking my nails into your tanned shoulders, when you slowly, so as not to hurt me, entered my flesh.

Blurred mind did not feel the pain, you were desired to me! Powerful shocks tore me into two parts, and one of them, infinitely loving you, will always be with you, warming you in the days of adversity.

When I looked at the crystal ball, I realized that the fairy tale did not end as I would like. The gods decided that I would not bring you the heir. And who is the court witch? No one. Dust under your boots. That evening I informed you about the decision of the Gods. You did not say a word, but I shuddered at your sight. Forgive me, my King ... I have not learned to lie.

We went to the bride together. The fragile Tsarevna charmed everyone - smart, resourceful, cheerful and incredibly beautiful with her innocent beauty. But, my King, can you love her as you have loved me?

That evening I left without saying a word to anyone. To nothing. When a person has decided to do something, it is better not to tell anyone about his decision - they will dissuade. It was winter, and the fluffy snow fell on my silvery curls, which for some reason I carefully curled, not realizing that the water would ruin even the most resistant hairstyle. The morning came a strong thaw, and the fishermen caught my body on a sandbar. I did not become bad - just the complexion from pale became unnaturally snow-white. When you were informed about this, not a single muscle flinched on your beloved face, but only I heard your sobs that night.

... Be happy with her, my King. And I will keep your hearth invisibly. So the gods have desired ...

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