The king's eyes

The day was rewarding, I met a lot of people. They are all very nice and welcoming. They seem really happy to have me here for a few months.

I was given a room that was way too big.

I was able to take a nice bath and I am getting ready for the meeting tonight.

Here, I have the impression of being much more accepted than elsewhere. They don’t care about my outfit or my manners, we care much less about conduct and good morals.

The main thing is the state of mind of people, almost everyone here is able to evaluate the other. So appearances don’t matter.

I haven’t worn dresses for a long time except for special occasions, and even there they are not dressed... Traditional.

So I put on one of my favorite outfits. Black skin-tight leather pants, and black lace-up boots that hit the bend of the knee. A long burgundy satin blouse with a black corset over it. And a long black jacket with a small golden embroidery on the heart to remind us of belonging to the Dorkaron family.

I want to be in the image of this world that fascinates me and opens its doors to me.

I wear my hair loose and make-up affirmed but not too much. I’m ready for my presentation to the chefs and excited for what’s next.

I join my uncles in preview. We settle down a few minutes before everyone arrives.

They brief me quickly on the usual course of meetings, nothing exceptional. We talk about the problems or shortcomings that we have identified in recent times, what has been put in place since, and whether it has been effective or not.

It’s time to get up to welcome our guests.

Leaders of all races enter, they are polite, elegant, and smiling.

I recognize Drakar who regularly reports to us at the castle on the points that are made here with my uncles and the chiefs.

In the castle, we mainly deal with what is happening within the kingdom, here we have a more global overview.

I see orcs, fauns, humanoids, fairies, and a few wizards arriving.

Among them, someone is familiar to me... I don’t see him yet but I know who is there.

Of course… He is one of the chiefs who watch over the kingdom. I should have known.

Romeo.

He is more massive than in my memories, he had to train a lot. His face is more angular, but still just as angelic, her luscious lips...

He really has the figure of a man now. He has a little longer hair that he places at the back by putting his hands in it as he already did before.

He has an outfit of an accomplished warrior. He is simply exquisite. I approve of everything, and I am still sensitive to his gaze which scrutinizes me in response to mine.

I give him a small smile and a nod. I’m happy to see him and I want him to understand that.

He smiles back at me warmly, his sparkling eyes conveying the emotion he feels to see me again after all this time.

He’s my best friend, but he’s also my lost love...

After a few seconds of daydreaming, I pull myself together. My uncle Rarkar speaks:

" Goodnight all,

A part of you met her earlier today, but for those joining us now I present to you our niece, Princess Satine, daughter of our brother Samael Dorkaron, King of Gameon."

Everyone bows their heads to greet me, I do the same and I express my gratitude to them for their welcome.

"She wishes to discover the underworld with us and all that she can bring us as a future monarch of the Kingdom of Gameon, she is willing to learn how our community works and develop her demonic abilities which are already clearly visible, for a half-human.

I appointed Ragorn as a mentor to shed the best possible light on our world and her possible interaction with us in the future.

She is free to take notes and propose projects or not. But as we know her, full of goodwill, she will certainly have innovative and interesting ideas to share with us over time.

We hope that she can join one of our militias in a month so that she can evolve in complete autonomy after having received a brief training here with us. Ragorn will follow her and serve as her guide.

Now that everything is clear to you, let’s proceed to our usual point. Drakar, we are listening to you."

We all sit down except Drakar who lists everything that has been done for the peace of the united lands.

The Kingdom of Gameon, the underground section managed by my uncles, a part of the great Keram where some fairies and elves stayed, which was arranged and organized, and the rocky desert of korus inhabited especially by groups of demons, there are also some wizarding and human groups.

They organized many gatherings of representatives, parties, debates, trade markets, etc.

Many exchanges are carried out both in goods and services or in discussions to ensure that everyone assesses from benefits of each land of each species. The guard oversees all of this and makes sure everything goes well.

The time of exile and closed doors between different lands is a thing of the past, a place for diversity and sharing, in joy and good humor.

I don’t pay much attention to everything that is said. It’s very similar to the meetings that take place at the castle with the representatives of the communities and towns of Gameon.

And then I’m still a little disturbed by the presence of Romeo.

The meeting continues for a good two hours.

I share with them the recent events in Amben and the north of the kingdom. Romeo continues with the efforts of the southern militias to watch over the somewhat isolated villagers and the necessary supplies of raw materials.

I listen to him speak to immerse myself again in his vibrant voice that strikes my soul.

I intend to have a one-on-one discussion with him.

The meeting ends and I inform my uncles that I would like to take the time to greet an old friend.

They show me the small adjoining rooms which are like small offices.

I keep my gaze on Romeo until he notices it, then motion for him to join me in the next room.

We sneak into the small room during the hubbub of everyone exchanging anecdotes and others laughing at their recent adventures.

As soon as the door is closed, he grabs me in a... friendly hug.

I am both very happy to find myself in his arms and at the same time.. a little annoyed by his perpetual restraint that I feel immediately.

"Satine... It’s great to see you again, it’s been so long." He said.

"I’m happy to see you again too, I missed you a lot." I added.

We release our embrace, hoping to hear back that he missed me too. But of course, nothing comes.

"So, are you happy with your life, Romeo?" I asked.

"I'm okay, I have nothing to complain about. And you Satine?"

"Oh well, I could say that I have nothing to complain about either, but with you, I allow myself to tell the truth.

It’s always the same, Romeo... Everyone thinks I’m blessed, a wonderful family, a peaceful people, and my future title.

But I don’t feel like I belong... All this is not really me.

But you know that, don’t you?"

"... What do you mean?" He asked. Come on...

This detached look annoys me so much...

"Please stop playing this with me, Romeo.

You know who I am, we shared so many things... I don’t think there’s anyone who knows me better than you."

"As soon as we meet, I have to face your anger... You’re hard on me." He said, touching his heart. I pursue

"... It’s because I’m still mad at you. Maybe even more now.

You left, and you let me believe that I wasn’t as important to you as you are to me...

But now I see, as you look at me, as you observe me.

I know how you felt when you saw me again after all this time..

I see your desire there, right away, the one you are holding back, the one you thought you had overcome."

I approach him, and I look at him intensely, provocatively.

"You want me, Romeo, you haven’t forgotten me, and I’ll make sure you come back to me...

That you let me show you as you belong to me."

I abruptly seat him behind him and straddle his lap, grab his jaw and look him straight in the eye.

“Tell me to stop... Tell me I’m seriously wrong...

That you’re not mine, that you don’t want me...”

I approach my open lips dangerously close to his, asking but with no intention of kissing them.

He does not crack but lets himself be done.

I feel how bulky and tight against my crotch, and his breathing quickens...

He frowns and holds my gaze...

"Satine… Stop… We can’t…"

"Oh yes? Look at me." I said, determined.

I turn his face to lick his cheek and pull back to get up.

"Consider that I have just marked my territory.

I am neither an elf nor a nymph...

I’ll come back... Take what’s mine.

Let a woman touch you and I’ll burn her.

See you soon."

I blow him a kiss and leave.

I don’t think I’m capable of burning anyone at all, but he doesn’t know that.