(Smut alert, don't read if you're uncomfortable and scroll down to the alert: end smut)

Coming back into her room, Roselyn locked the door. She had a normal conversation with the handsome boy. Until unexpectedly, she found the courage to ask him about some crucial matter she had been curious about for quite a long time. She asked him to explain to her detailed enough how to touch herself. Hearing her question, contrary to Roselyn's expectations, he wasn't shocked at all. He even offered to do it for her, to provide her with an excellent demonstration, but she refused.

After placing a bath towel under her back and thighs, she laid on her bed.

According to his step-by-step explanation, she first had to use the tip of her fingers and tap the little bone she would find above her clitoris. She now needed to understand where the clitoris was.

She lifted the skirt of her dress and after checking the door one last time, she finally slipped her underwear down.

"Oh god, am I really doing this?" She whispered with a bit of resentment. Hearing an unfamiliar pulse between her thighs.

After some seconds, she slipped her fingers in the fissure that separated the labia, an area easily recognizable.

As the finger slipped up, she felt a weird sensation, like if it was a humid area. When her finger touched the tip of that almond-shaped area she heard a shiver of pleasure and wetness down there, letting her deduce that was the right spot to press.

Gently opening wider the labia, giving her access to tap the little bone. She jolted as she felt a shiver run through her spine and her area wetted up.

Her mind wandered, as she had to think of someone. First, she tried to think of her guest, the handsome guy she just saw. She wanted to try different techniques as suggested by him; she began with a small circular motion. The pleasuring sensation amplified as she curved slightly her back by increasing lightly the speediness of the motion and gently pressing down.

Her mind genuinely switched to imagine John. Closing her eyes, she pictured him riding his horse and how good he looked that day. She made a peace sign with her fingers and placed each finger on the sides of the labia, wiggling the fingers toward each other.

The image of John shirtless with just a towel that covered his lower body emerged into her mind and she unconsciously moaned at that imagination. Then she lightly dragged her fingertips toward the clitoris and slowly going down there. Another moan escaped from her mouth and her back was even curved up even more. She felt a thrill run through her legs, reaching her spine. Her breath became heavier.

She experienced a tingly feeling and right after that her muscled contraction followed. Her legs lightly shaken, but she was too immersed to think of the King and picturing him in different positions. Kissing her was the most innocent image she pictured.

Then suddenly, it was like a release that preceded a louder moan.

After finishing, she stretched her legs back to the normal position and removed the bath towel under her thighs. A giggle escaped from her mouth as she realized what she just did.

John was right that practice was very pleasuring and helped her to release tension.

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"Miss Roselyn? Is everything okay?" she heard a feminine voice coming from outside the door and her door tried to budge. Luckily enough she locked the door, sparing herself from an embarrassing situation.

Her eyes widened. "Yes!!" she yelled from inside the room.

After a brief pause, the maid spoke again, "King John requires your presence in the dining room."

"Thank you... Go now." the lady replied harshly, quite embarrassed.

She heard the maid's footsteps fade away and she took a breath of relief followed by another laugh.

The maid reached the dining room, back to the King, who asked her to check on his future wife.

When Roselyn entered the dining room, John was still sat on the table, and as soon as she saw her his lips curved up into a smirk.

Did he know?

Her gaze wandered around the room when she met the maids' embarrassed gazes. She had the certainty that he knew.

She sat down at the table and tried to ignore the persistent gaze of disgust and judgemental of the old maid.

"I've been told you had a very busy day." He commented, his tone of voice made her wonder whether that was a question or a statement.

"I did, indeed." She replied, putting some food on the dish that a maid just handed her. That activity, oddly enough, made her hungry.

She cut an omelet and took a bite, then she spoke again, "why did you want to see me?" she asked, willing to try to change the subject.

"Just wanted to check if you were okay." He replied, taking sips from his glass and licking his upper lip to clear it from the wine. His gesture provoked her with a now-familiar thrill, and she had to avert her eyes.

"I am glad you took my advice. Was it satisfying enough to entertain you?" He asked, his voice echoed in the room, and the lady could feel her cheeks heated. The presence of the maids was making her feel uncomfortable.

He understood her uncomfortableness and gestured to the maids who rushed to leave and close the door.

Finally, having some privacy the lady replied, "I can say it was..." She stopped her saying to clear her voice, "quite playful"

John smirked, raising his eyebrows as a sign of approval.

"May I ask who you have thought of?" He questioned shamelessly, and Roselyn lowered her gaze, taking another bite of the omelet so that she could use the time while chewing to think of a response.

Her heart raced. What could she answer? Say the truth or deny what was clear?