The Problematic Prince

ked up at the dome and nodded.
“Yes, I will.” She had already made plans to do so, when they laid together in bed on the boat over to Felia.

   It would be her birthday in ten days and she didn’t want her twentieth birthday to go unnoticed after getting marred to Prince Bjorn.
He had agreed to climb the cathedral with her and Erna felt embarrassed after worrying so much about being rejected.

   It was hard to show joy at that moment, with Bjorn moving so roughly inside her.
It was a romantic conversation shared with such a barbaric situation.
Looking back on the last three months, Bjorn was always more willing to do things when asked during their love making.

   Should she remind him of his promise?

   After thinking about it for a moment, it was a promise made with sincerity, as they looked into each others eyes.
He even gave her his sweetest smile.
There is the chance that he could have forgotten his wife’s birthday though.

   “Shall we go?” Erna said, after examining the clean plates in front of them.
Erna gave a smile that would light up the sewers of Felia.

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Erna was coming.
The sound of her footsteps alone would have been a gentle whisper, but she came with her maid.
The busy pace went right up to the door.

   There was a gently knock at the same time as the door opening.
She was such a strange and obstinate lady, who would enter without permission and display pointless manners when doing so.

   “Bjorn, I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

   Erna spotted him sitting on the couch, in front of the fireplace, reading a magazine.
He folded it up and looked at her.
She was in a green velvet dress, with ribbons and frills.
She looked like yet another gift box today.

   “Did your guests leave on their own feet?” Erna looked around the room slowly, asking the sharp question with a soft smile.

   “Well, maybe.”

   “What a relief, I thought they might have stumbled out on all fours,” she said sarcastically.

   Bjorn chuckled as he tossed the magazine on the table and moved his leg off the sofa, Erna quickly seized the free seat and sat down next to Bjorn.

   “Ah, Bjorn, I went on a boat trip today, through the sewer museum.”

   “What?” Bjorn couldn’t believe what he just heard.

   “The sewage museum, you didn’t know? I went there this afternoon, it was amazing.
Did you know there is a huge network of big, long, complicated tunnels right under our feet? It was just like that novel I read, about the main guy escaping through the tunnels.”

   While Bjorn was marvelling at the fact that someone thought it was a good idea to make a museum for such a thing, Erna continued to recite all the mysteries she had learned from her trip.

   “I took a boat ride and the guide taught me how to find things that fell down drains.” She seemed particularly proud of that.

   Bjorn was thankful that Felia’s favoured son ambushed him last night.
It was much better to handle Felia’s drunken dogs than some boat trip through a sewer.

   “And then you came back here, from the sewers?” Bjorn inched his way along the couch, opening the gap between them.
His perfect little gift box, was a sewer adventurer.
Erna watched him shift away and wrinkled her nose.

   “What are you doing? Do you think I went swimming in the sewers or something? Is that what you think, you, the one who broke his promise and went off to get drunk and play cards?”

   Erna shifted along the sofa after Bjorn, closing the gap he had just created.
Each time he moved, Erna would too, until she was practically sitting on his lap.
Bjorn laughed as he let himself fall off the end of the couch, wrapping his hands around Erna’s waist and dragging her with him.
She still smelled of sweet flowers.

   “Your hat looks sad,” Bjorn said, removing her cumbersome hat and tossing it onto the table.
“I don’t think it was meant for the sewers.”

   He removed her cape from around her shoulders and started rolling up her dress.
Erna laid quietly on his body and gasped when she felt his hands on her garter belt.

   “Can’t you just look at me for a second?” Erna said, grabbing his wrist, “Lisa worked really hard on this dress.”

   “But you’re prettiest when you’re naked,” Bjorn unwound the garter belt very carefully.
Erna was not very appreciative of the compliment.

   “Oh my God, Bjorn, you say such insulting things, how would you feel if I said that to you?” Erna fired him an angry glance.

   Erna regretted her words as Bjorn got half naked in an instant.
He was grinning at her, as if this display was enough of an answer.

   “Don’t tell me,” Erna hurriedly placed her hand over her husband’s slightly parted lips. “No, Don’t answer.”

    Bjorn kept quiet as she’d hoped, but his silence was much filthier than the answer she’d tried to block.