Her Royal Bodyguard

by Margaux Fox

  14

  A couple of days passed and Alexandra was still distant and cold. Professional and painfully polite to Erin. Erin swallowed her pain and did her job. She wished she had someone she could talk to about this but she wasn’t really close to anyone. The nature of her work had distanced her from her friends. Even so, who could she say this to?

  Oh by the way I fucked Princess Alexandra. Yes, that one. The heir to the British throne. Yes, my boss. Yes. And I think I am in love with her. And now she is ignoring me and pretending it didn’t happen. What do I do?

  Not something she could say.

  No way. Under no circumstances could she confide in anyone over this. She had signed all manner of Non Disclosure Agreements and the Official Secrets Act. This was her secret to bear. This was as big of a secret that there is.

  She wished she could visit Alexandra late at night and talk to her. Separated only by a couple of doors, it seemed so possible. But, it just wasn’t protocol. She couldn’t approach the Princess unless requested to.

  She wanted to text her. But every time she thought of it and composed it, she decided she was insane and deleted it. You cannot just text her because you feel like it. You only have the privilege of her phone number for important work reasons. Abuse of that privilege, in fact, anything to piss off Alexandra and Erin would be replaced, faster than she could say replaced.

  Alexandra had a meeting scheduled on Thursday with her father, the King. She walked alone through the palace to meet him. They weren’t a close family at all. He was a very solitary man. He lived in his own chambers, separate even from Alexandra’s mother, his wife. They were still officially together. They attended public functions together, but they lived very separately. Alexandra’s mother chose to spend a lot of her time in her own living quarters and with her big group of friends. Alexandra wasn’t close to her mother either. She found her mother harboured a lot of jealousy since Alexandra had become an adult. Jealousy at Alexandra’s future and the power that she held. It isn’t the natural way of things. The respect your elder line doesn’t work when your child is heir to the throne. Alexandra knew that she used her status to her advantage when it suited her. She liked the power she held.

  Alexandra knocked on the door to her father’s private rooms. She was met by a servant, who bowed to her and lead her to her father’s study. The ceremony of tradition and rules was always obeyed.

  King George sat behind his large desk and he looked older. Every time she saw him lately, he looked older. More worn down by life and by his responsibilities. Alexandra bowed her head to him.

  “Father,” she said.

  “Alexandra, welcome.”

  Her father’s assistant, Henry sat beside him, as he had for many many years. He was as familiar to Alexandra as her father was. They greeted each other.

  “Alexandra,” the King began. “Please do update me on your marriage situation. I understand you have met with one of the suggested candidates and spoken with others. It is my understanding that a front runner has emerged in Prince Nicolas.”

  “I have read the files on all the men you suggested. The only one I thought might be suitable is Prince Nicolas. So, I have met with him a couple of times and got to know him.” Alexandra spoke dutifully and reflectively.

  “He seems very suitable Alexandra. And a marriage with him will greatly improve our relations with Sweden. It would be a very beneficial arrangement. How do you find him, personally.”

  “I find him kind and respectful, Father.”

  “Have you approached the subject of marriage with him?”

  “I haven’t. Not yet. I have focussed on getting to know him. But he is not a stupid man. He will understand what the purpose of our getting to know each other is about.”

  “Indeed Alexandra, I am sure he will. He would jump at the opportunity, I’m sure. As would any of these men. A marriage to you and the future you would give them would benefit them more than they could ever imagine. I will meet him. Henry, you will arrange a dinner. Alexandra you will attend too, alongside your mother. We must all meet him. Subject to my approval, you will discuss engagement with him, or Henry can do it on your behalf. Either way, the legal implications, the details, what is and what isn’t going to be put in the marriage contract will be discussed between Henry and Nicolas and his advisors.”

  “I understand, Father.”

  “I hear you have also ended things with Lord Hugo. Do you want the palace to put out an official statement to this effect?”

  “Please do, Father.”

  “Wonderful. I will see you soon, Alexandra. As soon as we are able to organise this dinner with Nicolas.”

  He looked back to his paperwork and Alexandra knew that the meeting was over and she was dismissed.

  Henry jumped up and showed her to the door.

  Alexandra thought again about the tall blonde Nicolas. A kind man. A respectful man, she hoped. What would their marriage be like?

  15

  They hadn’t been out that day. Alexandra had met with her father, but Erin had spent the day on Netflix. Filling the dull emptiness in her soul.

  Everything was quiet, it was late evening, all the staff had been sent home. Erin’s phone beeped. A text from Alexandra:

  Erin, please come and meet me in my apartment as soon as you are able

  Erin read it three times.

  No way.

  What on earth did Alexandra want at this time of night?

  She text back:

  Sure. Should I bring anything? Do you want to go out? Should I let the team know? What should I wear?

  Her phone beeped again:

  Come as you are, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want some company. No need to inform anyone else.

  What did she want? Erin had no idea. Alexandra had basically ignored her for five days since that night.

  Erin was just wearing a tight vest top and underwear and she was in bed. She couldn’t go over in this. What on earth should she wear? She thought for a minute and then pulled on her joggers. Just something casual. She didn’t want to look like she had been sitting in her room fully dressed. Should she put a bra on? She looked at herself in the mirror, just another sporty lesbian. Such a cliche. She decided not to wear a bra. It would be trying too hard. It wasn’t like her breasts were big enough for it to be an issue.

  She padded out of her room in her bare feet and headed to Alexandra’s drawing room where Alexandra waited in more silk Pyjamas. This time in a rich dark red. Like red wine. Or blood. Erin, yet again, was struck by her beauty. Erin had never seen anyone more beautiful than her and every time it surprised her. She liked this time the best. This natural pyjama time where Alexandra wasn’t overdone with make up and expensive clothes.

  “Erin, thank you for coming,” she said, her voice soft and magical. “I know I have been distant the past few days and for that, I can only apologise. There is something I want to do, to make it up to you, but this isn’t an order. You aren’t at work now. This is me, asking you, as a friend. Please, I will completely understand if you say no. Please say no if you don’t want to. I promise that I won’t be offended. It will not affect your job in any way. I would very much like for you to stay in my service.”

  Erin looked surprised and confused by Alexandra’s words.

  “Er… I mean. I don’t know. I understand why you were distant. You don’t have to apologise to me. What is it you want to do?” Erin felt awkward and her body showed it.

  Alexandra walked over to her and took her hand. Her touch was electric to Erin, she felt it everywhere. Alexandra lead her through one door and another, to her bedroom door. She opened the door to a room from a film. To a fairy land. The four poster bed was magical anyway, but the room was scattered with rose petals, red interrupting the white. There were candles lit everywhere. More candles than Erin had ever seen. They were scented or the petals were, or maybe both, and the sweet scent of roses filled the room.

  Alexandra looked her directly in the
eyes and said, “I want to give you a massage. If you consent. Only if you consent. Please don’t feel like this is something you have to do. Please don’t see this as an order. I never ever want you to feel like I am taking advantage of my power and position.”

  “Wow….. er…… I mean, I really wasn’t expecting this. I don’t know what to say. Nobody has ever offered me anything like this before. The room, it is so beautiful. Did you do it all yourself?”

  “Yes. I mean I had help sourcing the rose petals and the candles in these quantities. But yes, I set it up myself. I wanted to do something special for you. I have some special massage oil. I have warmed it through for you, it smells amazing.” Alexandra was intent, like a child. She had done this thing and she wanted Erin to appreciate it.

  And Erin did. She was blown away by the effort. She felt uncomfortable with the idea of being so vulnerable to someone, but she wanted to try.

  “Ok. Sure. Er…. I mean, I should be honest in that I feel a bit awkward about it. But I want to. Sure.”

  Alexandra smiled at her and moved closer to her. She began to remove Erin’s clothes.

  “Put your arms up.” Alexandra spoke to her as though she was a child as she pulled Erin’s vest up over her head. Erin felt suddenly exposed, her breasts open to Alexandra for the first time, but she trusted the Princess. Her nipples stood erect with excitement and gooseflesh pimpled her skin.

  Alexandra leant down and pulled her joggers down over her hips. Slowly, purposefully, they dropped to her ankles and Alexandra pulled them over each foot individually, Erin laughing as she lost balance and had to use Alexandra’s shoulders as support.

  Erin stood in only her underwear and thought Alexandra would stop there. But she didn’t. She moved to the elastic of Erin’s briefs, her thumbs in the elastic on each hip. Then she looked up to Erin as if for permission. Erin could have stopped her if she wanted to. But she realised that she didn’t want to. Alexandra pulled her underwear down and off over her feet exposing her small neat strip of dark pubic hair. Erin had never felt so vulnerable or turned on.

  “Lie face down on the bed.” A request. Or an order. Either way, it was one that Erin obeyed willingly, crawling inside the white drapes and positioning herself face down on the bed amongst the rose petals.

  “Are roses your favourite? Is that where your security code name comes from?” she asked, her voice muffled by the duvet.

  “Yes. I have always loved roses. I love the sweet scent of them. As a child I would play in the palace rose gardens and pick the petals. I would mash them with water and make perfume from the roses. I cut my hands often on the thorns. But even the sight of my own blood never spoilt my enjoyment of the rose gardens. I still go there sometimes. They are my favourite places.”

  Alexandra clicked on some relaxing music. Erin had never been in an atmosphere more serene. The candlelight flickered, soft lighting over her naked body. She felt calmer about it than she would have imagined.

  Alexandra enjoyed watching her body bathed in the flickering light. The tight, muscular lines of Erin’s body that Alexandra had been secretly watching for months now, were suddenly all exposed for her.

  She took in the strength of Erin’s back, the roundness of her glutes, her defined hamstrings. The work she did in the gym daily had not gone to waste.

  Alexandra climbed on the bed next to Erin, made herself comfortable and poured warm oil onto Erin’s back. Erin flinched momentarily before her body adjusted to it and it felt warm and nice.

  Then there were Alexandra’s hands, smooth and delicate. Working themselves into the oil and up and down the muscles of Erin’s back, along her arms, to every muscle, to her hands. Paying special attention to her hands, massaging the slippery oil into each and every finger and across her palm. It felt incredible. Erin could hear Alexandra’s breathing alongside the music as she worked hard on Erin’s back. She felt Alexandra’s warm hands as they crept around her ribcage, brushing the sides of her breasts. She felt her warm hands as they rubbed oil smoothly around her hips, her pelvis, moving down to her ass.

  She expected Alexandra to bypass her ass cheeks, as a professional masseuse normally does, so she almost jumped in surprise when she felt more warm oil being poured over her ass. It ran down the crack, teasing her everywhere. She felt Alexandra’s hands working into each cheek and down to the back of her thighs. The inside of her thighs. Slippery hands sliding everywhere. Brushing against her clit, almost as if it was an accident.

  But, it was no accident. Erin was sure.

  Alexandra’s hands continued on their quest. Firm strokes down over the length of her legs. From ass, to leg, to foot and back again. Alexandra moving quietly above her with the grace of a dancer.

  Alexandra rubbed her feet. Between her toes. Erin felt it everywhere. Alexandra’s warm oily hands were doing things to her body that she had never imagined. Her body was responding to the Princess’s hands.

  Erin was wet. So so wet.

  Alexandra’s hands slid back up to Erin’s ass. Her hands firm. Her hands soft. Her hands teasing and taunting. They explored further. She touched every part of Erin. Brushing across her clit, her opening, teasing her anus. Alexandra’s fingers were the bringer of magic.

  Erin began to lose herself in it, to finally relax out of her head and lose herself in the feeling of the moment. The heat began to build and her head felt dizzy as Alexandra’s slippery fingers worked more insistently, over her, teasing and inside.

  Then her mind exploded into a kaleidoscope of colour and her body shook as she came.

  Alexandra got on top of her and lay on her back. The silk of her pyjamas the only thing between them.

  Alexandra’s lips to her shoulder kissing her gently, nuzzling her neck. Her lips to Erin’s ear.

  “I’ve wanted to do that to you for so long,” she whispered.

  Erin’s mind was blown post orgasm.

  “I just need a minute,” she stuttered.

  “Take all the time in the world. Please, I just want you to relax. You work so hard. This is about you.”

  Erin lay still, unable to move, and Alexandra got up and went to the bathroom. She ran a bath and scattered rose petals in the warm water. She was excited to finally get use of her big bath with someone she wanted to share it with. It was a big traditional free standing tub with two high ends for sitting against.

  She waited for Erin to regain consciousness and then lead her gently to the bath and helped her in. She stripped her own pyjamas off and Erin looked up and marvelled at her body as she climbed in beside her. Erin at one end and Alexandra at the other, their legs seductively intertwined under bubbles and rose petals.

  “I never would have thought this. I never would have imagined it was possible. I mean, I dreamt it, sure. But I never thought it could be real. Being naked in a bath with you.” Erin stuttered.

  “Oh, it’s real Erin. I have been dreaming it for a while too. But, I had to be sure. I had to know for sure I could trust you. And I can.”

  “Oh you can. With anything. I’ve risked everything for you. Well, I am risking everything now I guess too, by being with you. Don’t sleep with your principal is one of the first rules of Close Protection. Learn them, know them by heart, but never get too close. I’d lose my job if anyone found out.” She relaxed her head back under the bubbles, soaking her hair and face and then coming up for air, her wet dark hair clinging to her head and shoulders.

  “I’d lose everything if anyone found out,” Alexandra said matter of factly.

  “Can’t you do whatever you like?” Erin knew she was being naive as she said it. “You know, being the future queen and all that.”

  “Oh, I wish it was that easy.” The Princess sighed. “You can see how limited my life is. You watch me every day. You see the limits I have on my freedom.”

  “Why not change things? You could, you know. You could do anything.”

  “The people need to see a certain image from the Royal Family. From their future leader.
There’s just things that are expected. Things that I was born into. Things that cannot change. I wish, I really wish things were different. So many times I have imagined being born into a normal family, living a normal life. You and I are pretty much the same age, and look at all the things that you have achieved and are capable of that I never could. “

  Erin laughed. “Like what?! You are one of the most famous women in the world!”

  “Oh Erin, you don’t see yourself like I do. You have ridden at a high level, worked at some of the biggest horse competitions that there are. You can fight, you can shoot, you have pursued a tough career and excelled in it. Protecting someone like me is as good as it gets in your industry surely? I feel so safe with you by my side. You are so impressive.”

  Erin smiled. She had never seen things in that way. Chief Inspector Evans didn’t think she was impressive. He thought she was a moron. Erin was hardest on herself though. Erin held herself to such high standards every day that it was no wonder that she never impressed herself. Maybe it was constantly fighting to be seen in a male dominated world? Maybe it was always having to be that little bit better at something to be recognised as a woman.