"Game?" Snow White smiled bitterly, thinking of the people who would be hurt if a civil war broke out in the country. She couldn't believe there was someone planning to kill the queen and take over the kingdom by force; since she was born, she had lived in a quiet, isolated castle and a seemingly peaceful kingdom.
Her father hadn't allowed his beloved daughter to suffer since his wife's death, but his attempts to protect her had had the opposite effect. The princess had grown up in the king's shadow, feeling inadequate, incapable, and ignored by her father. His had been blinded by the pain of grief, torn apart by the loss of his wife. The only reason he had married Grimilde was perhaps to leave to the princess a family member for when he died, but then why prevent them both from seeing each other? It was one of the things about her father that Snow White didn't understand.
"What are you thinking about?" Ilde reached out to caress the girl's face, then took advantage of her distraction to wrap her arm around her waist and pull her close. They were sitting on the queen's bed against the wooden headboard and had been talking for an hour, indifferent to the night that was unceasingly passing. Snow White blushed: on the one hand, she was embarrassed when the queen approached for physical contact, but on the other, she was crazy about her confidence. Her warm, firm hands when they held her, when they touched her, and her tender caresses were capable of making her heart beat faster and making her believe that no one else in the world was as special as she was.
In her heart, Snow White knew she wanted to go further with the queen, but she was deeply embarrassed by her inexperience. She was a virgin, not to mention the fact that she didn't know how to have sex with a woman. How could she satisfy her queen?
Furthermore, she feared that once they made love, the queen would realize that she wasn't looking for a woman, or that Snow White wasn't right for her. These fears were unfounded, but stemmed from the uncertainty that had been festering in the princess's heart since the beginning of her adolescence.
She wanted to talk about it with someone, but who could she tell that she was in love with the queen, who was legally her stepmother? Same-sex love wasn't something people talked about openly. It wasn't unusual, but rather considered a way to gain experience, as she'd heard from other nobles.
However, Snow White was truly in love with Grimilde: she loved her as one should love a lifelong partner. She wanted to support her and accompany her until their dying day.
"Darling, I want you here with me." The blonde kissed the ebony-haired girl's cheek and invited her to lie down beside her. She probably didn't see, or decided to ignore, the blush on the young girl's cheeks, and as soon as they were lying on the mattress, she hugged her. Snow White's head rested naturally on the queen's chest and she sighed contentedly. "You're right, I'm sorry..."
Grimilde kissed Snow White's hair, then nuzzled her cheek against her head. Having the princess in her arms was a wonderfully sweet sensation. Whenever she was beside her, in the silence of their intimacy, she felt safe. "Can I confess something to you?" she whispered against her ear, after a few minutes of wordless breaths.
"Of course." For some reason, Snow White felt her heart beat faster. What could she possibly want to tell me? She thought.
"When you get distracted and lost in your own thoughts, I want to kiss you until you forget every worry and fear that plagues you."
"And why don't you?" Snow White asked weakly. She couldn't resist when the queen spoke that way, in that tone of voice so seductive yet loving. She was warm, she was good, she was her safe haven.
"If you give me permission, I can take care of it." Grimilde kissed the princess's face again and remained still on her skin, brushing it with her lips, longing to lose herself with Snow White in the abyss of passion. Snow White didn't say anything, but her breathing quickened and her eyes grew glossy: "I... I..." she stammered. Her insecurities had somehow taken over her ability to speak and reason. She wanted to talk about it with Grimilde, but she felt vulnerable and weak in that moment.
The queen deserved a strong person at her side, not an embarrassed girl with her first true love.
Perhaps it was the queen's thoughtfulness or keen empathy that allowed her to understand what was going on in her beloved's mind. Grimilde stopped her movements and separated from the princess, moving down to her level and looking into her face: the girl's eyes were clearly shining. "Oh, darling..." she whispered lovingly, "I will never ask you to do anything without your absolute consent, and even if I did, I would want you to be comfortable."
At those words, the princess nodded, holding back tears. Grimilde caressed her cheek with immense tenderness: "You are... everything I could ever want. I'm not talking about material things, external beauty, but about what's inside you, about the person you are and what you want from life. You're strong, brilliant, sweet, funny, and... I could go on forever, please do stop me." She chuckled softly. She was holding back tears.
"How do you always know what I need?" Snow White immediately let herself be comforted. She no longer held back and returned to her beloved's arms. "I see it in your eyes." The queen held her tighter.
"Ilde... I want you." She blushed and then waited for the blonde's reaction.
"I want you too, but there's no rush."
The princess nodded, feeling worry and anticipation. She didn't know what would happen on the day of the Hunt and could only hope they would overcome this obstacle too.
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A/N: important notice
Due to time constraints and the lack of interactivity for this story, I'll start updating slowly. I certainly thank those who continue to support the story and read. ❤️
Special thanks go to BlueArt ❤️