Chapter Two

Princess Eleanor was getting bathed by the maids. The water was warm with many flowers from the medicinal garden that had aging and moisturizing properties. One of the maids brushed through her long black silky hair. The other scrubbed her arms and legs with a cloth. As she finished her bath, a hand-woven cotton bathrobe was handed to the Princess, and the process of getting ready for the ball had begun.

"Ms. Beatrice, do you know when Margaret will be back with the dress for Lady Eleanor?" A maid asked.

"Margaret left before my bath. She should be on her way back with the custom dress in a few moments." Princess Eleanor stated.

Within seconds, Ashan storms into Princess Eleanor's room without notice. He grabs the princess' face and looks at her with concern. He moves some of the hair in her face to the side and examines the rest of her body. He analyzed her arms and legs from any markings from the accident.

"Sir Ashan, I said you couldn't go into Lady Eleanor's room without permission," Margaret yelled whilst running to Princess Eleanor's room to stop him.

Ashan noticed a scar on the back of her neck and started to cry because he never wanted to see his love become hurt. His sadness soon became anger.

I can't believe she went through an accident, and it left a permanent marking. I need to know who hurt her.

"Who did this to her? Who hurt my lady?"

Princess Eleanor removed his hand from her neck gently and placed it on her palm.

"I thank you for the concern you have with my scar, however, you cannot barge into my room and scare me. I just got out of the shower, and I need to get ready for a ball. This is wasting too much of my time...I need to get dressed."

While the Princess was speaking Ashan noticed his hand was in hers, and all the anger faded away. Just hearing the princess's voice made him feel relieved.

Her voice has the same angelic tone, yet slightly different since the last time we spoke together. My Lady's voice is so gentle...I want to hear her voice until I'm on my deathbed.

Ashan got down on one knee and kissed the Princess's hand.

"Would you like to accompany me to the ball with me this evening?" He said in a gentle tone.

Margaret hands over all the notes to Princess Eleanor of the things Ashan told them about himself, so she began to read the notes. There was Ashan, an heir to a throne waiting awkwardly for the woman of his dreams to reje-

"As weird as you are...I accept your proposal! I will go to the ball with you. If you are accompanying me, you must have a matching suit to my dress, got it?"

The maids stood awkwardly because they all mutually thought this was a bad idea, but then again they realized a lot of decisions Princess Eleanor makes are not always thought through.

"Lady Eleanor and Ashan, would you like to get ready together for the ball?" Margaret Asked.

"I would love to as long as My Lady is fine with it!" Ashan said with such a bright smile.

"I am fine with it. Shall we get ready?"

Princess Eleanor grabbed Ashan's hand and guided him to the suiting room that was set up by the Emperor (the Princess's father.) Margaret and Anna followed them into the room. She grabbed a measuring tape and started to measure.

"Your highness, me and Margaret can measure him for you."

The Princess said confidently, "I can do it myself. You both are dismissed."

The maids left the room in excitement because they finally had a break for once. But, they were confused too.

"Don't you think it's odd she dismissed us?" Anna asked.

"Yeah it is a bit odd, however, we get a break so it's best not to think about it." Margaret replied.

The maids walked down to the first floor and began preparing their lunches.

"My lady, you don't have to go through the trouble of measuring me. I don't want you to work yourself." Ashan said with much concern.

Princess Eleanor placed her hand on his chest and said, "I want to do this, don't worry."

She went back to measuring Ashan. The first thing being measured are the ankles, and Princess Eleanor will work her way up to his hips.

"Could you remove some of your clothing, so I can get an accurate measurement?"

Ashan agreed. He started off with his black leather shoes, removing them one by one. Next, he took off the coat over his black suit. The coat has a heart pin on the collar with small crystal embellishments. He set the coat aside on the tufted bench that was against the window facing the garden. The blazer was thrown onto the bench too. Ashan began to unbutton his white collared shirt, revealing some of his muscular tan chest slowly. Princess Eleanor noticed Ashan began to blush.

"It's a bit embarrassing to undress in front of my lady." Princess Eleanor looked down and noticed his pants became tightened around his manhood. "I'm sorry, Eleanor. I didn't mean to do that."

Ashan became too embarrassed and walked toward the door. As he was reaching for the door handle, Princess Eleanor grabbed him and slowly pushed him to the wall.

"Don't be embarrassed. Can I continue measuring you?"

"Yes," Ashan said shyly.

Princess Eleanor started to measure his chest. She looked up slightly, and they made eye contact. Ashan looked away quickly, and Eleanor went back to measuring. She tightened the tape more and more to get the right measurements. Little did she know she was creating an unbearable environment for Ashan. He started to breathe harder and pant. Ashan's nipples began to reveal themselves. Eleanor failed to notice and continued to put pressure on them.

"My lady, could you let go please, it's too much? I won't be able to keep myself contained. I need to relieve myself."

Princess Eleanor realized the state Ashan was in and removed the measuring tape. He fell on the floor with his chest out and his face red. His legs were spread out with his large manhood pulsating. He reached his limit.