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Written by: Traci Category: Fantasy After sneaking away from the party in the large dining hall, Emerelda slid into her room through a hidden passage. Secretly she packed a few items that she might need. As the sun finished to set and Emerelda finished hiding her things, she once again heard the boots of Prince Calven entering her room. Emerelda could tell that he was drunk. Calven sways side to side ready to fall over. He enters the room as Emerelda’s ladies exit. “To bed, child. It’s late.” Calven heads for the bathing area to relieve himself of what he was holding inside all through dining. Already in her sleepwear, which she rarely used for she preferred nudity, Emerelda crept behind the think curtain, and into bed. It was dark with the sun absent. Little light dripped into the sleeping quarters so when Calven opens the curtain to stumble in, Emerelda is blinded. He stands there, catching his balance. Emerelda can see him in all his glory. Never has she seen a true man. As she noted twice before, he was built, but now she could see every rippling muscle. He isn't as hairy as she imagined. Somehow, seeing him naked, Calven appeared more threatening than he ever did before. Soon, Emerelda was lying next to a naked man, a new experience for her. As soon as she was sure he was asleep, which wasn't long, Emerelda started her plan. Quietly scooting out of small, warm bed, Emerelda grabs her loosely stuffed bag from under her large oak desk. She slowly and carefully creeps to the window and slides out. The night air chills her young body, starting up her bare legs and continuing up under her lose negligee. Soon her nipples were erect from the night air. Emerelda wraps her soft arms around her delicate body as she starts to trample through the light forest gardens outside her window. A short ten minute walk takes her to her first destination, throwing rocks at a small hut, through a window, to get the attention of Mog. “Oww! What?” Suddenly Mog swings his head out of the window, directly in the fire of a small pebble. “Isn't it early? Go back to bed.” “No, silly, its late. Not even. We need to talk.” To keep warm Emerelda bounces in her place across from the small mote separating Mog and her. Mog has the advantage of an excellent view of her and down her nightgown, looking down from the window. How he loved her. “Late? What time is it?” Mog, leaning out of the window, scratches his head and rubs his eyes. The moon is bright, making everything easy to see. “Helping El time. Got it? Now, just get down now.” “Will do then...will?” Mog, with wit not yet awake, disappears out of the window and appears out the side door of the hut moments later. “What do you want again?” Mog stands at the edge of the mote still rubbing his sleep out of his eyes. “Just get over here. I’ll only tell you then.” Emerelda isn't bouncing as much but she too is at the edge of the water, five feet from Mog. “Shh! I’m coming I’m coming.” Mog steps back, ready to run and jump. He’s made the jump before, but not all the time. Starting to run, only after a few feet, Mog slips and his lower body falls into the water. “Shh! Kalamina might wake up.” Mog slips all the way into the water, and quietly swims to the other side where Emerelda helps pull him out. Mog is drenched, now chilled to the bone from the cool night air. “Oh, Mog, here” Emerelda pulls out of her bag a shawl for Mog to wear to try to stop his shivering. “I’m cold. Are we done now?” Mog is becoming very impatient. “Don’t you want to know my problem? I need your help. Please.” “I don't know, Emerelda. Last time I helped you I got a good thrashing and I’m not in the mood for it now after todays paddling.” Emerelda grabs Mog by the shoulders to turn him so she can look into his eyes. She knows if she uses her looks she can get anything she wants out of her friend. “Please. I need your help. I’m running away and...” “What?! You’re crazy..” “Shh, not so loud. I’m not going to be gone long. I just need to get away for a while. My uncle. You know what he did!?” Emerelda starts to cry as she pours her heart out to her best friend. Mog steps up to give her a hug, soaking her front side. Her night gown is now practically see through but Emerelda is too upset to notice while Mog pretends not to after stepping back. “What’s wrong, tell me. First take a breath and tell me about your uncle.” Mog is now looking down into Emerelda’s eyes to settle her down. His cold hands are on her shoulders. Before she starts to explain, the only think Mog can think of is how much he wants to kiss her luscious lips. Emerelda tells Mog all about the man her uncle will force her to marry. She recaps everything that's happen to her since he arrived at the castle. Mog doesn't really want to run off, but he cant say no to the girl he’s in love with. 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