One day, Prince Matthew would look back at the glitter on his face, the bowties in his hair, and the spandex bodysuit he wore, and cringe too. I had not invited her, but I had expected her arrival. “You’re lucky number one-thousand-one.” She grinned back. I thought I had become a completely different person simply for realizing that I enjoyed having a penis inside of me. These are watchmen, not palace guards. I longed for ignorance, but the time for that had passed. It was rarely pretty. “You’ve been fucking the old one, Elena, and you’ve been letting him come in your ass.”
“I don’t want to know how you can smell that.” I crinkled my nose. “It’s one of her greatest talents.” I concurred. I will inform the queen of this new development, and she will decide what will be done with you.
