March 11, 1146

Hi all. This post is NSFW. Just thought I'd let you know.

The Duke of Luperia and his sons arrived last night. I was already in bed by the time they got here, unfortunately, so I haven't had as much as them as I should have liked. Today, however, seemed to be off to a promising start.

...all right, a really promising start.

While I do still think that my cousin Dalston is my favorite boy in the world, there is something about Severin that makes me positively melt. Well, maybe not melt, exactly... but he definitely makes me want to snap my legs around his waist and let him pound me against a wall. Something tells me he'd be good--very, very good.

Unfortunately, I don't know that firsthand--yet.

Anyway, after breakfast, we snuck away to the room where Rudolphus is staying. For the most part, we just concentrated on the art of tongue-sucking, but things got a little more interesting than that. At one point, I let him kiss my breasts; in exchange, he let me stick my hand down his pants. That was good fun. I'd go into more detail, but that's not exactly my style. What can I say? I'm a woman of senses, not a woman of words. "Fun" will have to suffice.

Of course, it could have been much more fun if I'd kept my stupid mouth shut. Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself...

So it got to the point where I took my dress off and started straddling him. Unfortunately, he was still clothed, so we still had a little ways to go... but he seemed to be enjoying himself at the time. I'm not sure he's ever gotten that far with anyone before, since he's only thirteen. On the other hand, I'm also thirteen... but I'm fourteen in a month, so I've had a little more time. He'll catch up, I'm sure... maybe.

At the very least, he would always touch me where I liked to be touch--whether by knowledge or sheer luck, I'm not exactly sure. Whatever the case, I can't complain about that.

"So," I remember breathing between heated kisses, "do you want to... go a little further?"

He smiled as only a man who can't believe his own luck can do so. "Seriously? You'll let me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Good lord," he sighed contentedly as he lowered me to the mattress, untying his belt with his free hand. "You really are something else, you know? Damn, where would men be if not for women like you?"

"You'd certainly be bored, that's for sure," I answered with a giggle, "just like I'm going to be whenever they set the date for my marriage to Roderick."

It had seemed like a harmless comment to me; however, at the sound of my betrothed's name, Severin dropped me abruptly. Before I could fully register what was happening, he refastened his belt and slid off the bed.

"You're marrying Roderick?" he demanded of me, his back toward me.

I shrugged. "I thought you knew that already. But why does it matter?"

"Why does it matter?" repeated Severin, a seething crescendo of anger swelling in his voice as he made his way around the bed and stopped at the side of my feet. "Why does it matter? Get up, and I'll tell you why it matters!"

Not wanting to argue with him when he was already so upset, I did as I was told. The way I saw it, the sooner I complied, the sooner I could get back into his good graces, and then, maybe we could pick up where we left off. Not too unreasonable of a hope, correct?

"Look, I get that you're not married to him yet, but Roderick is my cousin," he stressed, scowling all the while. I wish he wouldn't scowl; it's such a waste of a good pair of lips that could be put to much better use by smiling, or perhaps kissing. "I don't want to be the man who fucked his cousin's betrothed, Geneva--and you can't seriously want to be the woman who fucked her betrothed's cousin, do you?"

I'm normally quite fine with people saying what they think, but that was a little too bold, even for my tastes--as a future princess, I think I have the right to tell off a son of a mere duke.

"Well, it isn't as if Roderick doesn't do the same thing every once in a while!" I snapped bitterly. "Come on, Severin--it's just because I'm a woman, isn't it? Men can enjoy themselves, but women? God forbid!"

"I don't care that you're a woman!" Severin argued. "If I caught Roderick doing anything like this with some girl other than you, I'd berate him for it too. It's practically adultery, you know."

"But we're not married yet!"

"Well, you'd better get used to it," he growled as he stormed toward the door. "I'll see you at supper--and don't think anything like this is ever going to happen again."

Eh. He'll get over it.

I settled myself on the bed once again and waited. He was a young man--it wasn't as if he wouldn't return at some point. Until then, I figured I would just wait; I didn't really want to admit that it had been a morning wasted.

I waited... and waited... and waited...

Finally, the door opened--but it wasn't Severin.

"Oh, Lord have mercy!" exclaimed his older brother. "You sure know how to make your guests feel at home here in Bandera!"

Well, what do you know? It wasn't a morning wasted after all.