King Richard's study room

Richard looked silently at her and then smiled

Everyone appreciated your beautiful voice, my lady. You should be proud of that. But you seem a bit...uncomfortable. May I ask you why?

He asked curiously, grinning a bit

Mionetta smiled, playing with the necklace around her neck.

She shook her head, "it is nothing your majesty...I am just thinking of the acts my acrobatic friends are putting together."

Netta smirked, "...and, I confess, your majesty makes me nervous."

Richard smiled after her answer and leaned his back against the chair. He kept on staring at her bodice

Really? Why are you nervous, my lady? There is no need. I thought we were...friends...

He grinned

Netta blushed, tilting her head to smile. "We are, yes," she nodded, "yet, you are still the king," she smiled. "I should think anyone would be nervous in your presence...let alone in the presence of such a handsome king," she smirked, still playing with the choker around her neck.

Richard smiled teasingly and stepped back with his chair. Then he patted softly his knee, staring at her

Come to sit here, my lady...

He whispered with his warm voice full of meaning, inviting her to sit on his lap

Mionetta bit her lip, smiling for a moment as she thought, yet she slowly pulled her skirts at the sides and stood to her feet, gliding over to the king.
She sat upon his knees, placing her legs between his so she could face him, and she blushed as she felt his muscular leg flex under the weight of her body.

She blushed, turning her head to the side as she began to laugh.

Richard grinned as she sat on his lap and raised slowly her skirt. He put his hand under it with slow movements until he reached her womanhood. He sighed deeply

Are you still...innocent, my lady? Tell me...

He whispered with desire into her ear. He kept on teasing her womanhood with his fingers

Mionetta closed her eyes as he placed his hand up her skirt, and as he touched her intimately, she gave a gasp, nearly falling off his knee in surprise.

Her heart began to race as she closed her eyes, her chest beginning to heave as he touched her.

"Yes...your majesty," she spoke breathlessly, her eyes still closed. She felt like her bodice would burst as she breathed so intensely.

Yet part of her knew she mustn't be doing such things, especially with a married man...

Richard sighed and leaned his lips on her neck, closing his eyes. His fingers started to tease her entrance slowly

Uhm...Let me take it, then. I can' t wait further.. You won't regret it...

He whispered. Then he kissed softly her neck, still teasing her womanhood

Mionetta felt chills go through her body as he placed his lips on her neck, and her heart raced as he teased. She gave another gasp and threw her head back, closing her eyes at the great pleasure that came to her. She bit her lip as she started to moan, having never felt such a feeling before.

Her eyes flashed open as he spoke of taking her maidenhead, and she straightened up, standing quickly to her feet and taking a step back to distance herself from him, though her cheeks were pink and blushing.

She shook her head, blinking quickly. "No, your majesty, I mustn't," she shook her head, her chest heaving as she tried to calm herself.
She bit her lip, he is so very tempting, she thought to herself.

She looked him in the eye, blinking so as not to cry, "what I did before, I regret, as I should never have done something so inapropriate with a man...," she looked down, "let alone a married one."

Netta ran her fingers through her hair and played with the choker around her neck. "I am flattered, your majesty...and you are so very handsome and I am certain you would show me such pleasure I have never felt." She looked down, "but...I know I must be good while I am here, and keep my virtue for my husband to take."

Richard stood up and came closer. He made her sit on the desk with a teasing smile and raised her skirt again

I know, my lady...but if you give yourself to me, I'll give you whatever you wish. I'll arrange a marriage with a Duke, and you'll be a respectable noblewoman...Why do you enjoy to torture me?

He sighed in excitement and reached her womanhood again. He wrapped her legs around his waist and started teasing her further

Netta gave a gasp, her throat heavy with desire, yet she shook her head.

"I never wish to torture your majesty," she shook her head. She took a deep breath and attempted to move away, finding him too tempting.

"Your majesty cannot pardon the loss of my maidenhead, and no man would willingly have me after and I certainly won't be respected," she frowned slightly.

She gave a gasp as he wrapped her legs around his waist. She shook her head, "I have sung for your wife, attended her coronation..." she gave him a serious look. Her chest heaved and she threw her head back as he touched her, her eyes closing. She wanted so badly to tell him no further, but her heart raced, and a large part of her wanted so badly to lie with him.

Mionetta grabbed his hand to stop him, "I will be leaving for England, soon, your majesty...to attend on Charlotte Knivert's child and to sing at the English court," she looked him in the eye. She shook her head, "I want no man to make me famous for lying with him, I could not live with myself knowing I had done such a thing." She scooted back further onto the desk, "your majesty, I know of your former mistresses...I am no whore." she spoke, barring her teeth a little.

Richard sighed and removed his hand under her skirt. He stepped back and fixed his doublet

So...you're refusing your King, my lady? Alright...if for you your virtue is so important, I won't bother you further. Go to England with my blessing. And hope you don't have to regret this choice. My lady Mionetta...

He nodded with his head allowing her to leave

Mionetta shook her head, catching her breath as he pulled away.

"I am sorry your majesty...but when you have nothing like me...you hold onto whatever you can," she looked down at her fingers.

She tilted her head and frowned a little as he spoke of her regretting the choice. Yet she nodded, dipping into a low curtsey, "majesty," she breathed. She turned to leave, yet stopped, sadness taking her, as it was possibly the last time she would see the king in some time.

She turned around and glided to him. She stood on her tiptoes, tilted her head back, and placed a kiss on his cheek, pulling away as her cheeks burned with a blush. She gave another curtsey, turned and headed for the door.

Richard sighed as she kissed his cheek. Before she could walk towards door he grabbed her arm

Don't you even allow me a kiss...a real kiss before leaving?

He looked into her eyes and pulled her towards himself again

Mionetta was a bit startled when he grabbed her arm, but she turned around and smiled.

She stepped toward him as he pulled her toward his body, and she placed her hand on his chin, touching his beard softly. She smiled and stood on her tiptoes, again, arching her back a little as she placed her lips against his for a long kiss goodbye.

She pulled away, slowly, blushing. "May I write to your majesty while I am gone?" she looked up at him, biting her lip.

Richard kissed her deeply. Then he gulped and nodded

Of course, you can. I'll wait for your letters. Have a nice travel, my lady...

He added, turning his eyes somewhere else

Mionetta found herself not wanting to walk away, wanting to kiss him again. She gave a weak smile, feeling sad, and dipped into another curtsey.

"Goodbye your majesty," she nodded, heading for the door. She stopped and turned around, tilting her head as she smiled, though he looked away. "We will see each other again, soon, I am sure of it," she blushed.

Netta turned and gently opened the door, leaving the king to himself.

Richard looked at her leaving silently. He would have missed her. Then he took a deep breath and sat at his desk again. He tried keep his attention on papers but he couldn't...

After our little ride in the forest Isabella awaited for richard in his study more formal less suspicous she thought. After awhile Isabella placed herself in his chair staring straight on at him.

"So king of bavaria what do you have planned for me"

Giving him a quizicall look wondering what he had in mind.

Richard walked into room after her, and after closing carefully the door behind him, he approached her with slow steps

Well...I have planned many things for you, actually. Just not sure if they...suit on your noble rank, my lady...

He said with warm voice while touching softly her brown curls

Folding her fingers together she looled up not knowing whether ot was a mistake or not to have told him.

"I see and what are these plans of yours king richard? I myself have conjured up my own plan but that will never happen"

Getting up from the chair she went over and removed his first layer of clothing.

"I am sorry that you can not do certain things with you people can tell once a lady has been plucked so to say. I should of kept it to myself nothing can be done"

Resting her head on his chest she took in his scent

Richard closed his eyes wrapping his arms around her her shoulders

Oh Isabella...how can I be a gentleman with you if you talk and...act like this?

He said smiling and glancing at his unlaced doublet

I done up his doblet and walked around to the other side.

"I don't want to be another little distraction in you're life i want to be a permanet one"

My eyes glisterning other i wondered if he could or would find a way

Richard watched her walking around. He stopped her grabbing gently her wrist and smiled

You're not a distraction. I can play cards or laying with an easy lady if I wanted that. I want you in my life, Isabella...

He whispered with warm, deep voice