The Matriarch

“Are you as horny as I am?” she spoke with a giggle.
“Most definitely.” Her driver responded. “Too bad we don’t have any time for what we used to do when we were younger. Remember how many times we used to hide with our boyfriends within these passages?”
“I do.” They giggled together. She remembered each of their first times. Giving their virginities to their boyfriends while they both lay in the same bed. She remembered sweetly as they allowed their boyfriends to watch the two of them lick sperm from within each other’s body and bring each other to the passions of orgasm. She remembered the vow they had made each other to both remain completely bald between their legs. They had their boyfriends remove the final vestiges of their virginities and rewarded them with the pleasures of their mouths. They had each kept a lock of each other’s pubic hair.
“Remember what we did the night before your marriage?” she asked her driver.
“I still remember the taste of you.” Her driver giggled like a schoolgirl. “perhaps we’ll have time for that later.”
“Perhaps.” She winked. She grabbed her driver’s wrist and halted her. They kissed passionately for a brief moment. The touch of their naked bodies against each other seemed to extinguish the mounting heat from between her legs momentarily.
“For luck.” She whispered.
“We don’t need luck, I know these tunnels even better than you do. Better than anyone else in the family.” Her driver whispered back.
“Remember where the hidden bed chamber is located from here?” she asked.
“We’re standing ten meters from it’s entrance, but we’ve no time for that!” her driver demanded.
“But our first part is in the hidden bedchamber.” She retorted.
“Are you certain?” her driver asked puzzled.
“You don’t think they’d have made it too easy for us, did you?” she mentioned.
“But how do you know?” her driver asked even more puzzled.
“It is written in the great book, silly.” She giggled. “With our combined knowledge I think we’ll be able to complete both our tasks before the hour is over.”
“Then let’s be going.” Her driver pleaded. They travelled the remaining distance to the hidden door revealing the bedchamber beyond. After they entered, the chamber door slammed shut behind them. Her driver checked the door and found that the lock on the inside was broken.
It’s broken, the lock is broken! How are we to get out?” Her driver exclaimed.
“Through the only other door there is.” She stated. She looked around the chamber. She remembered the number of times one or the other of them had hidden themselves behind the panel opposite the bed while the other had been entertaining a male guest. “Are there any clothes still here?”
“They’re in the panel hidden at the bottom of the wardrobe.” Her driver stated.
“Good, We’ll be needing them if we are not to alarm anyone.” She quietly commanded. Her driver did not speak as they both began dressing. Though the clothes were old, they still fit well. She’d never worn pants in years and she felt a little uncomfortable wearing the garment, but she had little choice. She strode over to the torch holder on the wall and turned it upside down. They opened the hidden panel where they had often hid before and her driver noticed a passage she’d never seen before. “I never knew about this one.” Her driver said surprised.
“I had to keep secrets too, you know.” She winked. The passage led them directly to the garage. She grabbed the keys to the Ferrari and tossed them towards her driver.
“I’ll get the door. We’ve got forty-five minutes to be back here before our times up.” She commanded. “Think we can make it to the hotel and back?”
“Shut up and get in!” her driver shouted as she sparked the Ferrari’s engine to life. She jumped into the Ferrari as the car cleared the garage door.
“What’s at the hotel?” her driver asked.
“Your sword, and my sceptre. They’re in plain sight opposite the portrait above the front desk.” She stated factually.
“How do you know?” Her driver responded. “My clue led me to believe my sword was hidden in the old armoury.”
“Precisely.” She continued. “The hotel was built on the site where the old armoury stood before it burned to the ground more than a hundred years ago. What you know as the old armoury is actually the new one.”
“You always did do better than me with our family history lessons.” Her driver replied coolly while manoeuvring the car and accelerating out the unlocked rear gates of the estate.
“We’ll be there in half the time using this road. But let’s slow down a bit, the road narrows ahead.” She stated. Sure enough, around the next corner the road narrowed to nothing more than a cart path. The car was very low to the ground and cut a swath out of the overgrown road centre. They emerged from the trees and onto the main road. They were minutes from the hotel. Her driver skidded to a halt in front of the hotel main doors.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” She stated and she almost knocked the doorman over as she ran through the doors. Her husband stood in the atrium talking to the concierge. She quickly walked over to him.
“Good afternoon, darling.” She stated coolly and kissed her husband. “I need both of you for a moment, if you please.”
“Yes, of course.” They both replied.
“I need you to remove the coat of arms from the wall.” She commanded. The concierge snapped his fingers and a ladder appeared from within the staff corridor. The two men ascended the ladder and quickly began removing the coat of arms from its anchors. The two men carefully lowered the Coat of Arms from the wall and presented it in front of her. She removed the sceptre and sword from their mounting rings, kissed her husband on the cheek and quickly began to depart.
“See you for tea this afternoon, sweetheart.” She said as the two men stared at her back while she exited the hotel. The sword was razor sharp and she tried to hold the blade steady while she bolted for the open door of the Ferrari. She slipped the sword behind the seat back and got in her seat.
“Let’s go.” She commanded and her driver shot the car forward. “Let’s not waste anymore time and head for the front gates.”
“If we use the front gates we might arrive after the hour strikes. And we’ve got to re-enter the hall exactly the same way we left.” Her driver stated.
“You drive, I’ll remove your clothes.” She giggled. “Boots first.” It was difficult but she’d managed to remove her driver’s clothes with out the car leaving the road. She deposited the discarded clothing out the passenger side window as the car sped along the main road. She had no difficulty discarding her own clothing the same way. According to the car’s digital clock, they had less than twenty minutes to return to the hall. She thought about how much time they’d need to reach the portrait.
“We don’t have to use the same entrance as before, you know.” Her driver giggled.
“But we have to be back in the hall before two o’clock and the main doors are locked.” She stated back.
“Of course they are, but someone was so kind to leave us the key.” Her driver smiled. Her driver jingled the car’s key ring and she noticed a silver key that didn’t belong to the car.
“Damm, you’re good.” She winked, and they both burst into giggles and snorts. The car blasted past the front gates and shortly after the car skidded in front of the great hall’s doors. The engine died as her driver removed the keys and she grasped the sword from behind the seat and they leapt up the stairs and into the entrance hall. She held the sword and sceptre in front of her as they raced towards the doors of the great hall. She noticed the clock seconds from chiming as her driver inserted the key in the lock and the lock sprang open. The clock sounded its first chime and they pushed the doors open together. She quickly handed the sword to her driver and they paraded themselves into the hall. Everyone turned towards the doors as they had swung open, and the women all began applauding. Her great grandmother smiled and nodded to her to take her place. The applause continued as she stood before her great grandmother as her robe was draped over her shoulders once more. She unfolded the white robe bearing swords and draped the silken robe over her driver’s shoulders.
“Thank you. I couldn’t have done this with out you.” She whispered.
“As I could not have done it with out you.” Her driver whispered back to her. She turned and sat once again in the gilded chair. One of her cousins stepped forward and held above her head, a Tierra, bearing a single clear white sapphire. She bent her head forward and accepted the small crown upon her head.
“I shall present my letter to you later, Ma’am.” Stated her cousin.
“You may do so now.” She quietly commanded in response. Her cousin stood frozen in a stated of shock. Her cousin’s red robe appeared assisted by unseen hands on her shoulders and she kneeled before her.
“Ma’am, In accordance with tradition, I hereby submit a list of possible dates for your approval.” She handed her sceptre behind her, and opened the letter. She quickly read the letter and studied the reasons for choosing any of the dates listed.
“You shall wed on the day which falls halfway plus one day between your birth and your perspective husband’s birth. This shows compromise between the two of you and that he cherishes you by giving you a day for yourself.” She stated.
“I never even considered such a date, Ma’am, Thank you.” Her cousin stated. She folded the letter and handed it back to her cousin. Her sceptre reappeared from behind her and she once again held it in her hand.
“Well done.” Her great Grandmother whispered behind her. “You took that one straight from the book, didn’t you?”
“Of course.” She whispered back. Everyone began donning their robes once more and slowly they all began drifting towards the gardens where afternoon tea was waiting to be served. She seated herself in the chair she had often seen her great grandmother use during gatherings in the garden.
“A word my dear,” Her grandmother’s voice called to her. “Alone.” She motioned her driver to remain, but everyone else departed. Her grandmother spoke.
“This is very difficult for me, as I held the responsibility for both your teachings. I hope neither of you resent me for having your lessons bring you so close together. I know you two have been closer than sisters. I never thought it possible. I had dreamed that one of you would one day wear the white robes. But here you are, both if you. You have both learned your lessons well. There are many things the great book contains.”

“Gran?” she asked, “I have yet to choose who shall wear the Maltese. I am sure you have been preparing someone for that station?”
“I think you already know, my dear.” Her grandmother said calmly. “She started her lessons before either of you were born. She is someone you know you can trust. Believe in yourself as we have all believed in you and trust your heart first.”
“Have the Maltese robe in the library after tea, but have it remain hidden.” She spoke to her driver with out her grandmother hearing. “And summon my sister.” She noticed a car round the drive next to the garden and drive directly to the garage. A cousin in grey robes approached her ear.
“Your husband has arrived, Ma’am.” Her cousin whispered to her. “He’ll be having tea in the Smoking room with the men.” Her cousin disappeared after delivering the message. Another cousin appeared bearing afternoon tea. Her sister joined them at the small table.
“You wanted to see me, sis?” her sister asked. She gave her sister a stare for using such informality when all the other houses were present and pretended she had not heard her sister’s indiscretion.
“Please join me in the Library after tea.” She spoke directly to her sister.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Her sister spoke softly, having realised her mistake. Her driver joined them at the table and nodded to her, signalling that the Library had been readied.
“Gran. I wish to make an announcement at the banquet this evening. Everyone shall wear robes this evening.” She commanded.
“I shall inform the heads of the other houses, my dear.” Her grandmother replied.
“Will you accompany me to the Library, sis?” she asked as she finished her tea and set her cup on the table. She rose from the table and departed with her grandmother quickly leaving to inform the other houses. Her sister joined her as her driver walked behind her slightly. They headed across the garden together, no one speaking until they entered the great hall.
“I have a task for you, sis” she spoke calmly.
“As you wish, Ma’am.” Her sister replied. She thought to herself if her sister suspected anything. She needed to test her sister’s loyalty and honesty to be absolutely certain she was making the right choice. They entered the library together. And she seated herself in the chair opposite the great book.
“You told me yesterday that you’d been sworn never to tell me the portrait existed. Is this true?” she commanded.
“Yes ma’am.” Her sister spoke.
“As I now know the portrait exists, I must ask you to tell me where it was hidden.” She commanded. She saw a tear begin to form in her sister’s eyes.
“I cannot tell you, ma’am.” Wept her sister. “Ask me another question if you must, but I beg you not to test my loyalty further. I had sworn never to tell you of its existence, nor tell you where it was hidden. I took that vow in the presence of only two others and one is here with us. If you command me, you’ll not be able to trust me and I cannot have you ever doubt me, not now, not ever. I had given my word. My word is all I have to show you that I never break my vows.” Her sister sank to the floor and wept. She knew her sister was right. If she had commanded her, her vow broken, then she would be forced to choose another, and her heart told her she could not allow that. She stepped towards the great book and opened the lock.
“Read for me, your passage.” She commanded in a soft voice. Her sister rose from the floor and dried her tears. Her sister dutifully did so. Her Latin was as impeccable as her own was, though she stumbled on a few words when she began.

“Do you know and understand the meaning of the task I have set before you.” She asked her sister.
“I do, but dare not speak it. For I have not earned what it is you have asked of me.” Her sister wept.
“You may take your leave, I shall see you at the banquet.” She commanded her sister. Her sister rose and fled the library. She scanned several pages of the great book before closing the cover and snapping the lock shut.
“I must leave you for a while and meet with my husband.” She spoke. “Wake me before the banquet this evening.”
“I will know where you are and it shall be done.” Her driver winked. They walked to the alcove off the banquet hall and she found the clothes she had worn earlier that day, waiting for her, folded neatly on the chair. She changed quickly and departed for the smoking room. She found the butler seated outside the door. He rose to his feet as she approached.
“Please inform the gentlemen that they shall not be joining us this evening, have them take their dinner in the dinning room this evening.” She spoke. “Inform my husband I am waiting for him.” It was custom that whenever the women had a gathering with robes, the men were excluded from attending. As a consolation, the men had their own sanctuary and she dared not cross the portal into the smoking room. The butler retreated to the sanctuary of the smoking room. Her husband appeared a moment later.
“I am sorry sweetheart, but I was detained.” She spoke sweetly as she took her husband’s arm.
“You’re forgiven, dear.” He replied.
“Can I make it up to you in some small way?” She hinted mischievously.
“I can think of a few ways to spend a few hours before dinner.” He winked at her. She led him by the arm and guided her to the bedchamber she had always used whenever she had spent time at the great hall. Her husband’s eye’s widened when he’d noticed the bed in the room as she closed the door.
“Feeling frisky, sweetheart.” She asked coyly. Her body feeling as though the passions she had spent the day before needed to be repeated.
“Yes, but are you ready for more?” her husband hinted to her.
“Definitely” she replied, grinning widely. She collapsed into his embrace and he carried her to the bed. Her husband slowly removed her clothing as they continued passionately kissing each other. His fingers set her skin on fire as he gently tickled her. She giggled loudly. Her body responded to his every touch, his every kiss. She could feel his erection through his trousers and beckoned him to remove his clothes. He teased her with his tongue down her belly towards her swollen clit. He gently probed the folds of skin hiding her clit from him. He gently blew on her womanhood and her body shivered with delight. Her body begged for release as her husband continued to tease her. His tongue began to expertly explore her entrance and she begged him not to stop. Her orgasm began to slowly mount. Shivers of delight ran down her spine as her husband continued to give pleasure to her.
“Oh, enough… please, sweetheart… I want you inside me.” She whispered, her voice almost out of breath. Sweat glistened on her skin. He stood up from the bed and she turned on her side to watch him disrobe. She always enjoyed watching him undress for her and she laid on her back once more. Her nipples ached for his lips, to feel the warmth of his mouth upon them. She looked up at him and motioned with one finger for him to join her on the bed. An absolute look of mischief spread across her face as she gazed deeply into his eyes. He climbed on top of her and kissed her softly. She placed her hands above her head as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She quivered slightly as he slowly lowered himself into her. She enjoyed several orgasms before her husband’s erection began filling her with sperm. Her final orgasm began instantaneously. He collapsed on top of her and they rolled onto their sides. They both immediately drifted off to sleep still attached to each other.

“Time to get up, sweetheart” she heard. Her body became instantly aware of who’s voice it was. She kissed her husband and smiled deeply. She wanted nothing more than to remain exactly where she was, curled up inn her husband’s arms.
“What time is it Darling?” she asked softly.
“Almost time for dinner, by the way, someone must have been here and left you a note while we were asleep.” He stated and he rose from the bed and retrieved the envelope for her. She took the note and quickly headed for the privacy of the water closet. She sat on the edge of the basin and opened the note. Her eyes fell upon the neatly scrolled handwriting that she recognised instantly. She read the note silently to herself.

My dearest sister:
I do not know what it is that torments me so, but I must beg your forgiveness for showing such weakness when you had taken me to task. For the task you placed upon me, I can only hope I fulfilled what it was you wanted of me. I dare not ask it, nor speak it, unless you have spoken of it first.
Please do not think I am ungrateful for being given the opportunity to be the first you had chosen to test. My loyalty to you shall forever remain unbroken.

With all my love and all my heart,
I am forever your servant.

Tears began to form in her eyes and she struggled to remain silent. In all her life she had never known her sister to be so honest. She had always known her sister to hide behind humour and laughter. This note was final proof of her sister’s honesty. The words came directly from her heart and she knew her sister meant every word. There was no doubt in her mind who would be wearing the third white robe. There was a gentle knock at the door.
“Sweetheart, everything all right?” her husband asked from the other side of the door.
“Yes, it is, I’ll be out in a minute.” She responded.
“I have to go, the butler was just here and announced dinner is being called. I’ll see you after your banquet.” Her husband stated. When she emerged from the water closet, her husband had already departed. She noticed her robe had been brought to the bedchamber and she quickly slipped it over her shoulders. Maltese white robe had been directly under her’s. She draped the robe over her arm and strode over to the sliding panel hidden in the room. She released the catch and disappeared behind the panel. Her driver’s eyes met her in the dimly lit passage.
“Your sister begged me to deliver her note, I hope it doesn’t mean you’ve changed your mind about her.” Her driver spoke softly as they began descending the passage stairs.
“Quite the contrary, she provided me with the final proof I needed.” She responded almost in tears.” I’ll be able to tell her that by slipping this robe over her shoulders tonight.”
“I know she’ll be very grateful by honouring her.” Her driver spoke softly. They continued silently down the passage and they exited the passage into the alcove across from the Library. They quickly entered the hallway and headed towards the banquet hall.
“By the way… Ma’am, you and your husband should really try and sleep under the sheets from now on. There is really no doubt why he pleases you so much.” Her driver whispered to her. She blushed slightly and giggled slightly.
“But why? It’s much too warm for me after he’s made love to me.” She quipped.
“Because I find it very difficult to resist the urge to join the two of you and I am not sure if my husband would understand.” Her driver spoke softly.
“Make arrangements to have the broken lock on the door of the hidden bedchamber repaired. And have the room thoroughly cleaned. Supervise it yourself. We shall have need of it.” She whispered with an evil grin.
“You amaze me, not even crowned for a day and making plans for him.” Her driver chuckled.
“I expect my daughter to have as cousin, to learn her lessons with, as I had.” She commanded softly. She remembered the endless nights they’d shared and exchanged lovers while they had laid in the same bed.
“Our private bedchambers are of course still off limits.” Her driver replied.
“Of course, we do need to set boundaries.” She whispered back. “I daresay, that your own husband is most definitely blessed too.”
“We both have the same good taste in men.” Her driver quietly snorted back. They both regarded each other’s gaze and burst into laughter as they approached the doors to the banquet hall. Everyone else had already entered the hall and rose to their feet when she entered the hall. Everyone’s eyes fell upon the Maltese clearly visible on the white robe she had draped over her arm. There were only five chairs at the head table. One she noted would remain empty for some time, as that would later become her daughter’s chair. Her great grandmother stood in front of the chair at the opposite end. Her driver took her place in front of the chair next to the empty chair, and she stood before the centre chair. The last chair stood empty between her great grandmother and herself. She gently draped the robe on her arm over the back of the empty chair, making sure the Maltese remained clearly visible.
“Please be seated.” She announced and everyone took their seats. She knew exactly where her sister stood as the empty space next to her sister marked the location she, herself, had stood only once before. At that banquet, she had presented her letter and had stood before all of them to announce her acceptance of her fiancé’s proposal.
“Is there anyone among you who wishes to challenge my choice for the Maltese?” Her voice boomed across the hall. No one moved. Tears began to fill her eyes as she witnessed her sister slowly rise. She could see her mother beckoning her sister to sit back down. A murmur raised through the hall and she raised her hand for silence.
“You wish to challenge my wisdom for my choice of Maltese.” Her voice boomed once more. Her sister stared across the hall, directly into her eyes.
“Yes Ma’am, I have reason to believe that your choice lacks the necessary courage to fulfill that station.” Her sister spoke only loud enough to be heard.” Silence filled the room completely. Only the slight shifting of robes could be heard as everyone waited for her reply. She knew in some way her sister was trying to strain the limits of her knowledge. She quickly searched her mind for the wisdom she had often seen her great grandmother display. With her mind made up and her own resolve unmoved she spoke softly, yet loud enough to all hear her words.
“My dear sister, It takes a great deal of courage to challenge your enemies. But it takes a great deal more to challenge your family. Courage and strength of character are truly reflected from one’s heart. You’ve shown where you heart belongs and where your true duty lies. That is why, it is you who shall take a place at my side and honour me by accepting the Maltese.” She announced in Latin. The Maltese robe slipped from the chair in her great grandmother’s grasp. Her great grandmother held the empty robe for her sister. Applause rang loudly through the hall as her sister allowed her green robe to flutter to the floor. Her sister walked proudly towards the head table. She saw tears streaming down her sister’s face. Her sister now stood before her and her great grandmother draped the final white robe across her sister’s shoulders. Her sister took her place standing in front of the chair between her great grandmother and herself. The applause still rang through the hall. She took testimony of the faces of all her family and raised her hand once more. Silence fell upon the hall.
“Once again, I must ask if there is anyone among you who wishes to challenge my choice for the Maltese.” Her voice boomed across the hall once again. This time, no one moved.
“Since there is no one, you shall now forever hold your peace and as is our custom. You shall never dare speak it in my presence. My own sister shall now from this time forward, hold the responsibility of testing those who would make challenge of my station.” She announced. From around her neck she removed the key of the great book and gently lowered the chain over her sister’s head.
“I know your love for me shall not keep you from fulfilling the duties of you station.” She whispered to her sister. No one else heard her whisper. She seated herself in her gilded chair silently.
“I shall honour you all and administer the duties of my station justly and fairly without bias nor favour. This I swear.” The banquet hall once again rang with applause, and her sister took her seat. Her great grandmother rose and raised her own hand. Silence fell once again.
“It seems that our dinner is growing cold waiting for us to allow it to be served.” Her great grandmother spoke softly, and rang a small bell, which was resting on the table. Their dinner began arriving and they all enjoyed themselves thoroughly. Seated at the head table she felt as though her wedding banquet was taking place a second time. The only thing missing was the company of the gentlemen.
“Ma’am,” whispered a voice from behind her. “I beckon your ear for a moment.” She rose quickly and followed the servant into the hidden passage behind the portrait. The servant trembled, waiting for permission to speak.
“You have a message?” She spoke.
“Ma’am, I beg you forgiveness, but I have been informed by the butler that your great grandfather has taken ill.” The servant spoke with out raising her head.
“Thank you for delivering your news discretely.” She spoke softly and the servant departed. She returned to the banquet and stood next to her great grandmother. She whispered the news of her great grandfather and her great grandmother rose and departed swiftly with out further hesitation. She returned to her seat and whispered the news to her driver and her sister. Her great grandfather was the last gentleman of his generation. She then rose from her seat slowly and raised her hand for silence.
“It is my duty to inform you that our eldest gentleman has taken ill this evening. Ma’am has left us take his side. Return within the hour, so that the gentlemen may join us while we wait for news together.” She held her voice strong, but could not hide the emotion that welled up inside of her. The women all left slowly as they had been commanded. They would all be back within the hour, dressed comfortably after having removed their robes and hung them back in the robe chamber beneath where they now all stood. The tables had been cleared and she had been the first to return, her driver and her sister close behind her. The three of them had attired themselves the same. They each wore a broach upon the left breast pockets of their blazers. They waited for news together shedding silent tears for the man they all loved dearly. The gentlemen slowly began arriving from the dining hall, having been escorted from the dining hall’s sanctuary. Everyone stopped before her and kissed her hand and offered their condolences and wished for news of their gentleman’s health. She beckoned her husband to her side.
“Do you know what happened?” she asked her husband quietly.
“I do not know, he excused himself from dinner and he had been found in the smoking room with a bottle of sherry on the table beside him. His glass had been untouched.” Her husband spoke.
“I shall have need of your arms to hold me close tonight.” She whispered to him.
“I know how dear he is to you. Has there been any news at all? The doctor was summoned to attend to him.” Her husband replied.
“I know, He has Ma’am beside him. She will bring us news, good or bad, before morning breaks.” She spoke softly trying desperately to hide her tears and show strength for those around her.
Her grandmother strode silently into the chamber and walked toward her.
“Do you have news, Gran?” she asked as her grandmother stood before her.
“He lives, but is not well. The doctor tells me he had far too much excitement today with the knowledge that three of his great granddaughters hold the family’s highest stations. He is so proud of the three of you.”
“Is he allowed to have anyone see him, Gran?” she asked.
“He has asked for all three of you.” Her grandmother stated. “I told him the three of you will attend to him at once. The news of this sparked her heart racing. The news spread quickly throughout the remainder of the banquet hall. The four of them left through the doors and ascended the stairs towards their great grandfather’s private chambers. As little girls they remembered the man who used to teach them to ride, and of course the three of them all enjoyed hearing his voice as he read bedtime stories to them. They halted before the doors and her grandmother knocked gently on the door. The door opened and only the three of them entered. Her great grandmother sat quietly and beckoned them inside.
“He is resting but will be happy to see the three of you. I see you’ve found your broaches that is good. He will be please to see you but I must ask you not to have him move about. He needs rest. Is this understood?” Her great grandmother commanded. The three of them nodded together and they rushed the door to the bed chamber together, each one wanting to be the first to give their great grandfather a hug. She noticed her great grandmother smile. They all rushed the foot of the bed and stared at their gentleman. Each of them beamed a great big smile as he opened his eyes. Light reflected from behind them gave the illusion that the three of them all had halos.
“Lord, if I am dreaming, please do not let me wake. If I am awake, then please never let these three ever be far from me.” He softly spoke. The three of them could no longer refrain and tears began streaming down their faces.
“My girls, my young beautiful girls. How you have all grown up. I never thought I’d be alive to see the day where the three of you would be here with the broaches I had made for you when you were still little girls. I am sorry though, that the banquet was cut short on account of me. I must apologise for not being properly attired. How about a hug for an old man?”
The three of them leapt onto the bed and the three of them wrapped their arms around him. Tears from their faces continued.
“Dry your tears, girls. I expect that Ma’am will want to retire soon and make sure I do not expire during the night. I promise the three of you that I shall endeavour to rest comfortably, though I regret that I do not have a book with which to read to the three of you.” He winked.
“You gave all of us such a fright.” They sang together.
“I agree, I think I may have even frightened myself. I hope you girls all do me the honour of having daughters for me to enjoy watching grow up, as much as I have enjoyed watching the three of you grow up. Ma’am tells me you all do the family much honour. And you most of all.” He looked directly at her. The three of them blushed slightly and tried to wipe the tears from their eyes.
“It seems to me that in order for you to remain happy, we had best make sure you have another generation to tell bedtime stories to.” She stated with a giggle. The four of them quietly laughed.
“And do you three make that a promise?” he asked.
“I promise.” Her sister spoke first.
“Me too.” Her driver spoke.
“Me three.” She spoke last. Her driver, her sister and herself all winked at each other and giggled.
“Yes indeed, Ladies.” Her great grandmother announced from behind them. “I never could keep the three of you from monopolizing your great grandfather’s attention. I expect your own daughters will be no exception. As was the case with my daughters and your mothers. Now leave us Ladies.” The three of them each kissed their great grandfather and politely left. Standing in the corridor the three of them seemed to be thinking the same thing, but her sister spoke first.
“If we’re to keep our promise the three of us had better make sure our husbands like the idea too.” Her sister stated.
“My husband already knows.” She stated.
“What?” her driver asked.
“Ma’am, made it part of my blessing yesterday, and I already told my husband that he had better fulfill his duty if he wants to keep me happy.” She retorted.
My husband is going to be surprised.” Her driver stated calmly. I’ve already told him that I will tell him when I want a daughter. The three of them snorted with laughter. There was no sense in delaying anymore and the three of them rushed back down to the banquet hall. Everyone bombarded them with questions as soon as they entered. She held up her hand and waited for silence.
“He is weak, but resting. The best thing for him right now is rest. Ma’am will send word when he can receive visitors. Until then let us all retire and send him our love in the morning.” She stated. Everyone nodded in agreement and began to retire for the night.
She clasped her husband’s arm and proceeded through the doors and headed for her bedchamber.
“I would teach you how to get around the hall quicker, but I am not allowed to show you where the passages are, sweetheart. But I can blindfold you.” She winked.
“If it means I can make love to you sooner, then you may do anything you want, darling.” Her husband responded.
“Then close your eyes, and do not open them until I tell you. I do not want to have to take a punishment if we are caught. From around her waist she removed a silken belt and placed it over her husband’s closed eyes. She spun him around several times and led him down three corridors before returning to the now vacant banquet hall. She was not disappointed to see her driver waiting to open the panel for her and guide her down the passage to the hidden bedchamber. Her driver and her said nothing to each other and her husband only knew that only she was with him. She pushed him through the hidden doorway, and told him to keep his eyes closed.
“Open the door for us in the morning. She whispered to her driver.
“I shall be here, I might even be able to convince my husband to join us.” Her driver whispered back with a wink. And she disappeared back into the hidden bedchamber and closed the door behind herself. The inside lock was still broken, but the bedchamber had been cleaned. Fresh linen was on the bed as well as a small tray of sweets.
“Do you have any idea where you are sweetheart?” she asked him while sliding her arms around him.
“Somewhere with a heavy door with a very loud lock.” He stated.
“Only one way out and the lock is broken on the inside, so you could say, you’re my prisoner.” She giggled. “Stay where you are for now. Are your eyes still closed?”
“Yes dear, they are.” He responded.
“Take exactly three paces forward and stop.” She commanded. He did as he was commanded; the tray of sweets was less than a pace in front of him. She walked over to the bed, shedding her clothes as she walked. She placed her bra on top of her husband’s shoulder and jumped into bed.
“You may remove your clothes for me” She commanded. “Leave your blindfold on for now.” He removed his clothing. He was used to doing this in the dark as they had often hidden themselves in dark rooms where they would not be discovered. She enjoyed watching him remove his clothes and display his body for her. She found herself yearning for him but wanted to see if his trust in her would allow him to remain blindfolded for what she needed to know.
“Beside you is a tray of sweets, I should like you to bring me some.” She commanded him. He slowly searched around him for the tray, and found it with little difficulty.
“Find where I am sweetheart. I am not far. Let the sound of my voice guide you to me.” She spoke softly. He held the tray in one hand and slowly crept forward towards her.
“Closer, sweetheart. Almost there.” He found the edge of the bed and climbed in, still holding the tray and searching for her body. She silently moved closer to the centre of the bed and lay on her back. Her found her legs a moment later and slid his hand up her thigh and across her belly. He placed the tray of sweets between her breasts and snaked beside her.
“I am going to tease you mercilessly, but you must promise me that you will not remove your blindfold, sweetheart.” She asked sweetly.
“I shall remain blindfolded until you ask me to remove it.” Her husband replied. She was delighted. She smiled naughtily. She took one of the sweets from the tray and held it close to her husband’s mouth.
“Taste, sweetheart.” He opened his mouth and she placed the sweet into his mouth.
“I want you to remember the taste. I shall have you find some more of them. She removed the tray from between her breasts and set the tray beside herself. She withdrew one of the sweets and placed it where the tray was.
“Kiss me, and find one, sweetheart.” She commanded. He kissed her passionately and began nibbling her ears and down her neck. He found the sweet between her breasts quite easily. She held another sweet in her fingers and traced her belly with it.
“Find another one, sweetheart.” She giggled. As his mouth moved over her body, she moved the sweet away a little bit every time he came too close to it. She led a trail down her belly and hid the sweet between her legs.
“Having a hard time, finding this one sweetheart?” she purred. Her body was covered in small trails if sweets. He gently licked the trails from her body and replaced them with his glistening saliva. Her body shivered as his tongue found the sweet hidden between her legs and she gently urged him to probe deeper into her soft folds of skin. She lifted his chin and inserted one of the sweets from the tray into herself. She guided his tongue to where it was hidden. Her body exploded with pleasure as he probed deeper into her.
“Don’t stop.” she whispered. “Don’t stop.” Her nipples hardened with every moment of her arousal. His tongue slowly brought her to the very brink of orgasm.
“Kiss me, sweetheart.” And she held a sweet in her own lips as her husband shared a kiss with her. Their tongues probed each other’s mouths. He broke their kiss and slowly began kissing her neck again. She began to whimper slightly with pleasure.
“Sweetheart, do you remember what Ma’am asked us to do within the year?” she whispered delightfully.
“I do.” He replied.
“Make love to me like we did this afternoon. I would like to wake up tomorrow with my daughter growing inside of me.” She whispered in his ear. “As my mother gave my great grandfather the pleasure of watching me grow up, I want to give him the same thing and have him watch my daughter grow up. I want Ma’am to be able to hold her great, great granddaughter and have all of us stand together. Will you grant me this wish my husband?”
“It is my pleasure and my duty to see that your wishes are met and that you are happy.” Her husband whispered back to her. She opened herself completely to him and shuddered with pleasure as he slowly penetrated the space between her legs. Her body responded with shivers of delight as he continued to make love to her. She lost complete control and abandoned herself to the delights her husband gave to her.
“A Daughter, Yes, My own little girl to watch grow up. A daughter who may one day take my place.” She thought only to herself.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart.” She said aloud yet almost a whisper. “Make love to me. Don’t stop. Never stop.” Her pleasure continued for several hours. His ejaculate deposited deeply inside of her more than once. They curled up together in each other’s arms, completely nude, lying on top of the bed.

She awoke that morning feeling completely refreshed. Her body having been completely satisfied hours previously, felt as though she had been released from being enslaved. She looked up and found her driver’s eyes gazing into her own.
“Good morning, Ma’am.” Her driver said mischievously. “I have mentioned that you and your husband need to be UNDER the covers.” She looked over and found her husband very much exposed.
“And I have mentioned that it is much to warm afterwards to remain covered.” She giggled.
“It’s fortunate for you two that I had entered before the locksmith had arrived to fix the lock. I hung a drape across the doorway to conceal the two of you.” Her driver said with a smile. “And not to worry, the locksmith was blindfolded before entering and leaving the passages. And different routes were used, so he has no idea where this chamber is located.” She noticed her driver’s gaze fall upon her husband’s manhood.
“Very nicely hung, isn’t he?” she giggled.
“We have the very same taste in men.” Her driver giggled back. At that moment, her husband began to stir. She rolled over on top of him and held her hands on his blindfold.
“Time to wake up sweetheart.” She spoke mischievously to him. He became fully awake feeling her body resting on top him. “You must keep your blindfold on.”
“I thought I heard voices. Is there someone else here with us?” Her husband asked. Her driver shook her head and motioned that she was not to mention it was in fact her, but she completely held up her hand and motioned for her to speak instead.
“Will that be all, Ma’am?” her driver spoke.
“I will be needing some assistance in gathering my husband’s clothes so that you may escort him to the car.” She motioned that it was to be pretence. Her driver nodded her head in understanding. She grabbed a spare sheet and covered her husband’s modesty. “You must promise me to remain blindfolded and not remove it until instructed to.” She commanded him.
“I promise, I will.” Her husband stated. Her driver had disappeared a short distance away and had silently removed her garments. When her driver returned, Her husband spoke.
“Am I to dress myself or do I have to grope about until I find one of you?” she motioned for her driver to assist her husband with his trousers. Other than her driver’s auburn hair, the two of them could have been twins. Their bodies were almost exactly the same.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Her husband spoke. She put her hands to her lips, but whispered from behind her driver’s ear.
“You’re welcome, darling.” She darted back while her husband’s arms rose around her driver. She motioned for her driver to not respond, but to give him a kiss. She wanted to know if her husband was able to tell them apart. Her driver and her husband kissed and silently parted.
“My driver shall finish dressing you while I get myself dressed, darling.” She whispered, from beside her driver’s ear once more. She motioned for her driver step away, and dress in her clothing. Her driver began donning her clothes while she quickly put on her driver’s uniform. She motioned for her driver to remain away, while she continued to dress her husband. Her husband made no further attempts at being amorous. She motioned for her driver to fix his tie and stepped behind her driver once more. “I will meet you at the hotel later, Darling.” She whispered and darted back once again. Her husband kissed her driver once again, and they parted yet again. She stepped behind her husband and took his elbow.
“I shall guide you to the car.” Her driver spoke from beside her ear, this time.
“Lead on, I shall try and not be a burden to you.” Her husband spoke. Her driver poked her in the ribs and gave her a silently mouthed “OK” to her. She guided her husband down the passage, her driver followed close behind, trying not to make her presence known.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn you two are up to something.” She did not respond. She knew that if she did, her husband would have instantly recognised her voice. Her driver walked almost on top of her.
“Ma’am has instructed me to inform you, you may remove your blindfold once you are in the car. Another driver shall take you to the hotel.” Her driver spoke from directly behind her, their cheeks touching and their bodies perfectly in step with each other, before her driver stepped back.
“I understand.” Her husband spoke. She was greatly relieved that her husband did not speak again until they had arrived in the garage and she had closed the door of the car behind him.
“May I remove my blindfold, now?” he asked from within the car’s interior.
“Not yet, darling.” She spoke through the closed door loud enough for him to hear her. She motioned for the two of them to step behind the car and in case he had decided to peek, the two of them stood so that he could not clearly see who was who.
“Please tell me who does your sister’s hair.” She spoke aloud. “I just adore the way the sunlight reflects off her blond hair. It reminds me of my own. And I need you to accompany your sister to the hotel and retrieve some of my things.”
“I shall ask her while she drives your husband to the hotel, and I will need a list of what you require, Ma’am.” Her driver responded. She motioned for her driver to get into the car on the passenger side, but her driver quickly disappeared and returned a moment later fully dressed in a spare uniform.
With their masquerade complete, she slid quickly slid into the car’s driver’s seat as her driver whispered so that her husband could not hear what was said, but he would know that someone’s voice was speaking. She responded with an answer in the same manner. She quickly adjusted the driver’s mirror so that her husband would not be able to see her face and she started the car’s engine. She placed the car in gear and began raising the partition hiding her husband in the back seat. She noticed her husband was removing his blindfold as the partition slid fully into place. She quickly locked the partition’s controls and switched on the intercom, knowing full well that her voice would be disguised.