Brown Skin by Timaira Smith (bearly read books .txt) 📕

off but in his drunken phase, he was a lot stronger than her. She started to scream but he covered her mouth.

“There there now, let me see like a good little wench..” and he tore the front of her gown down, exposing her bare skin. Still covering her mouth and holding his weight against her arms, he began to feel on her with his other hand, driving his lust even more. “I wonder if you are as bittersweet as you are black” she began to cry furiously as he put his drunk lips on her bare shoulder, she tried to squirm away but it was no use. His hands and his lips were cold; his touch hurt her.

"Oh God! This is not how I wanted my first experience with a man! Lord save me please help!" She thought. He began to pull up her lightweight skirts in order to force access

“I'm not hurting you, you milandering moor, for this is what one with your skin should consider privilege” Then suddenly a great yell brought Lord William to stumble.

“Get your filthy hands off of her!” It was King Troy; he ran and punched Lord William square in-between his eyes causing an immediate blackout. The maiden rushed to try to piece together the rips of the front of her dress to cover herself, finding it useless that the strips could cover such large globes she turned to run again. But she felt something warm on her shoulder, a manly hand then soon something heavy like a cape. She turned to see the kings deep blue eyes sparkling at her, he covered her with a cloak off of his own back! What a lovely king she thought but then erased the thought with a flashback of the laughter. Her fear and anger quickly evaporated as she stared up into his face. Time seemed to try to disappear as they stared at each other. The maiden soon realized what she was doing and turned to walk away

“Please wait, one moment” He found himself saying with a surprisingly gentle tone. She turned around and for the first time saw her as not a brown skin stranger, but a young maiden, and one that was so beautiful that he could not compare her with any other woman he has been born with or seen in court. She truly was a work of art, never has he seen such wavy hair, such copper colored eyes and large breasts. He wanted to reach out and touch her but he secretly respected women more than that. “What is your name?” He gazed deeper into her eyes, which was flooding with frightened tears. She looked down at the floor and said
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“Edwina, My lord, was my most recent name change.”

“What is your real name?” He asked her

“I was told to never say my real name, for it was thought to not fit my skin, my lord.”

“Well tell me. As your king, I demand to know your real name and that you look at me while you are telling me.” He put his hand under her chin and lifted her head up to look at her eyes again.

“Lillian, my lord. Now I beg you, allow me leave, I have been made an object of humiliation; I need time to gather my faith and spirit. Here is your cloak back.” She reached up to grab the tops of the heavy velvet

“No, keep it, to cover your modesty. I apologize for William’s behavior, I guarantee he will never come near you again.”

“No need for a promise, one like me has no defense, even royal blood cannot stop a man from desiring a woman, and no amount of kingship will give a woman the right to refuse him . I appreciate you coming to my rescue but I highly doubt I am safe here. I am a black sheep in a manor full of spoiled drunk lambs. A lowly servant girl succumbed to serve a woman whom she do not know in a house with no respect for a person the slightest bit of different. Take your cloak back, for I want you to not feel any pity for me, for I will not accept any after being the laughing stock of the kingdom.” She pushed the cape into his hands, rushed to cover herself with her own and limped off into the other direction. King Troy was left stunned, he surprisingly was not angry at such a cold comment. He stood there for a while looking at her direction. Her image was plastered in his mind. Lillian…..Lillian. Suddenly a brief image of her naked ran through his mind. He quickly dismissed the thought. “This servant girl disrespected me in front of my kingdom, I should be enraged at such inappropriate tones!” he thought. But he thought such things without moving his feet, her presence still stood there.

“My Lord! Do you want me to bring her to you, how uncivil she acted!” He heard a servant say, bowing low.

“No, leave her be, she is new at court, and dark skinned and copper eyed or not she is to be treated as a guest, is that to be understood?” he faced the servant nose to nose, singling him out of the whole crowd that embarrassed her.

“Yes, yes my lord. But..”

“But nothing, there is no more to be said, leave me.” He dismissed the servant who could do nothing but bow and leave quickly in fear, almost tripping over his own feet. King Troy put his hands on his hips and nodded in approval of his authority. The Stawery royalty never had a problem with pride. They wore their royalty strong and bold. King Stawery started to walk down his grand corridor, with its stony features and golden curtains. Though he fought it, he began to contemplate his age, feeling as if he is lacking in true authority. But he has had examples of kings, kingdoms and what tore them down, he has been careful to make no enemies and stay away from the evil women. He looked out a window in longing, letting the soft rain hit his smooth face getting lost in his love of nature.

“My lord! My lord!” The call broke him out of his trance, it was the voice of Sir George Stevens again, running down the hall to catch up. King Troy wiped off his wet face immediately and gained his composure.

“What is it?”

“The board of trusties request a meeting with you, my Liege, they would like to discuss matters at hand.

“About?”

“They said about your reign, my lord, but tis nothing bad, I think they are worried for your lack of a certain member essential to court, please come into the conference room to avoid public interfering with delicate affairs.” He said quickly, bowing low the whole time. King Troy nodded his head and followed George down a series of hallways into a secret entrance below the jeweled stairs leading towards the ladies in waiting quarters. With his height, he had to duck low behind the short George Stevens. Forgetting about the even lower arch of the door to the hall towards the conference room he banged his forehead against the stone, growling in pain. "My lord, are you alright?"

"Yes yes I am fine just stop calling me Lord all the time, you are one of my closest friends, you call me Troy" He rubbed his head to ease the pain, but nothing could stop the growing headache that was developing with a rage.

"But Sire, You are my king, friendship or kinship matters not, Your own mother calls you not by your first name, so out of respect for his highness I must call you by your status" George said quickly bowing low"

"Fine, in public you call me lord or what not, but in private, I would prefer my first name. Hearing 'my lord' and 'my liege' so many times is going to put wrinkles on my face, carry on" George nodded his head in agreement and continued on deeper and deeper into the path. They soon were in a stone tunnel, where King Troy could make out the voices of his privy counsel speaking quietly. Torches on both sides lit the narrow path and to prevent himself from setting his great clothing ablaze he slipped off his heavy cloak, the same one that covered and was rejected by the brown skin servant. Walking slower so George would not see his next action, King Troy held the cloak in his hands and stared down at it before putting it up onto his nostrils so that he might sniff the sweet scent of her. As soon as he inhaled, the scent ran through his nose and down his body with a rapid speed. It was electrifying and almost pleasurable as the weird sensation racked his body from the inside. The random stop of heart beats made the king stop in his tracks and fall to the ground with a great thud. Hearing the noise Sir George turned around and rushed to the king's side.

"My lord! I mean Troy! What happened?!" He looked over the king's shoulder to make sure there was no one running away in the success of a possible assassination. He was sitting on the cloak King Troy had in his hands, and was quickly lifted off of it.

"I am fine George, a mere trip is all, worry not. You may leave now" He got himself up and dusted himself off and continued down the hall alone. Sir George was left kneeling on the ground, pondering what just happened. He looked at the ground that they just walked on, seeing the smooth stone floor with no cracks or stray rocks. George watched the king go towards the door and walked the opposite way, wishing he knew what was to be said

Bursting through the heavy doors, King Troy walked into the private counsel room. Immediately all the men inside bowed low to the ground, reciting almost simultaneously a series of 'Your grace', 'your highness', 'my lord' or 'my liege'. King Troy kept his irritation inside and sat down at his usual spot of the iron table, right at the head. He swung his cloak onto the back of his chair and tried to relax.

"So you requested for me to meet you here, what is so important that we must discuss in the most private of the private chamber of my manor?" No Rest Of Feathers

Lillian walked into her apartments out of breath and covered in nervous sweats. She closed the door behind her with a loud slam and leaned against the door. No longer fighting back her tears she slid down the door and weeped of her misfortunes.

"Surely the king will have me beheaded for my tone, why of all people of this wretched court must I bad mouth the King