It started out innocently enough, but I understand that is almost always that way. He thought I was pretty and I agreed, flattered of course that this young man was taking an interest in little-ol?-me at only thirteen. Na?ve? You betcher?ass!
It was at a ball, some type of state function. I don?t remember what it was being given for anymore just that I had to attend and I dreaded every second of it. My dress was perfect, styled after fey fashion in greens and blues that flawlessly complimented my blue hair. Does anyone realize how hard it is to dress when your hair is blue? You have to be so particular when matching colors and shades. My mask, for all those dignitaries insisted on wearing them which meant I to had to wear one, was an artistic integration of silver paint and glitter on my face; it swirled around my eyes and up into my blue hair which was piled upon my head in curls with the smallest tiara sitting on top. I was a princess, the gem of the evening, and I hated having to wear that plastic smile and dance with all those old lecherous men who seemed so excited to see I had finally acquired an adequate chest.
I thought he saved my life when he walked up to me and asked me to dance. His demeanor wasn?t stiff, like the other young men who asked me to dance and then stood two feet away, grasping on to me with sweaty palms. No, he practically strutted up to me with green eyes roaming over my body. It didn?t make me feel ashamed despite that I was still usually uncomfortable in my growing body. No, he made me feel beautiful, sexy even, and he held me closer than any other man did as we danced.
He never bored me with mundane chatter, just silently spun me along. He would occasionally catch my eye and grin which was enough to send my attention flying to the wall, ceiling, anything-else-but-him as I blushed madly. Still, I let him claim every dance with me that night. It was a dangerous step to take, proclaiming my favor so adamantly, so clearly, to the rest of the political world. I sealed my fate simply because I didn?t feel like dancing with anyone else.
He was a constant visitor on my home world after that, taking any diplomatic mission his father or elder brother needed to take care of as an excuse to see me. He even took an interest in being part of the Intra-system Senate, as he knew I was training with some of my brother?s people to take up responsibilities there.
What girl wouldn?t feel special with such attention lavished on her? He had picked me, little unimportant Jewell-though I was hardly unimportant politically-to court out of an entire system worth of young ladies that would have promptly swooned into his arms and into his bed, at his mere request.
I had done the former on that very first night he had singled me out for his attention, affection as I saw it. It wasn?t too long before I did the latter. A combination of experienced kisses and a few lines that men still feed women today: ?I?ll love you forever,? ?I?ll never leave you,? ?You?re the only thing that?s important to me in life,? ?If you really loved me,? and I was a willing participant in his nighttime activities. I would have wept if I had known I was not the only one.
It was at a ball, some type of state function. I don?t remember what it was being given for anymore just that I had to attend and I dreaded every second of it. My dress was perfect, styled after fey fashion in greens and blues that flawlessly complimented my blue hair. Does anyone realize how hard it is to dress when your hair is blue? You have to be so particular when matching colors and shades. My mask, for all those dignitaries insisted on wearing them which meant I to had to wear one, was an artistic integration of silver paint and glitter on my face; it swirled around my eyes and up into my blue hair which was piled upon my head in curls with the smallest tiara sitting on top. I was a princess, the gem of the evening, and I hated having to wear that plastic smile and dance with all those old lecherous men who seemed so excited to see I had finally acquired an adequate chest.
I thought he saved my life when he walked up to me and asked me to dance. His demeanor wasn?t stiff, like the other young men who asked me to dance and then stood two feet away, grasping on to me with sweaty palms. No, he practically strutted up to me with green eyes roaming over my body. It didn?t make me feel ashamed despite that I was still usually uncomfortable in my growing body. No, he made me feel beautiful, sexy even, and he held me closer than any other man did as we danced.
He never bored me with mundane chatter, just silently spun me along. He would occasionally catch my eye and grin which was enough to send my attention flying to the wall, ceiling, anything-else-but-him as I blushed madly. Still, I let him claim every dance with me that night. It was a dangerous step to take, proclaiming my favor so adamantly, so clearly, to the rest of the political world. I sealed my fate simply because I didn?t feel like dancing with anyone else.
He was a constant visitor on my home world after that, taking any diplomatic mission his father or elder brother needed to take care of as an excuse to see me. He even took an interest in being part of the Intra-system Senate, as he knew I was training with some of my brother?s people to take up responsibilities there.
What girl wouldn?t feel special with such attention lavished on her? He had picked me, little unimportant Jewell-though I was hardly unimportant politically-to court out of an entire system worth of young ladies that would have promptly swooned into his arms and into his bed, at his mere request.
I had done the former on that very first night he had singled me out for his attention, affection as I saw it. It wasn?t too long before I did the latter. A combination of experienced kisses and a few lines that men still feed women today: ?I?ll love you forever,? ?I?ll never leave you,? ?You?re the only thing that?s important to me in life,? ?If you really loved me,? and I was a willing participant in his nighttime activities. I would have wept if I had known I was not the only one.