Dream of the Moon
Dream of the Moon
-by SleepyArcher
Slender, callused hands started massaging her head, separating the silky black strands. She tilted her head back with a sigh of relief. A sweet floral scent enveloped her and a distant part of her brain noted that it must be coming from the oil being applied on her hair.
One hand moved to her shoulder while the other went to the knot of her bathing robes and opened it fluidly. She stiffened and opened her mouth to rebuke at such audacity but the hands started kneading her shoulders and she had to put all her strength in biting back the moan that threatened to come out of her throat.
The hands started rubbing a soap over her body and slowly moved towards her breasts. When one hand started massaging her left breast, she couldn't stop the moan that slipped out of her mouth. The sound seemed to have awakened the hands as both of her breasts were suddenly under an uncompromising assault of passion. Moans of pleasure were wrenched out of her with abundance as modesty was obliterated by all-consuming desire.
Soft lips pressed tender kisses to her neck even as liquid fire seemed to pool inside of her. A fire that grew as one hand started moving down her stomach. She turned her head, desperate to see the face of the one whose attention had nearly undone her...and Princess Yeon Hwa woke up in the bathing pool alone as her body spasmed with pleasure.
For a long moment, the princess stared at her surroundings in absolute confusion, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. However, as the confusion slowly cleared, she felt an overwhelming sense of mortification in her very soul. She glanced sharply at her surroundings and allowed herself a sigh of relief as she realised that no maids were present. She remembered now, that she had ordered her personal maid servants to remain in the outer chamber as she wished to recline without disturbance. Her tone has been imperious enough that they had noticed nothing out of ordinary. Which was why she had made such a command in the first place. The chances of any of those subservient women leaking any excess news about her person to her oh-so-loving eighth-brother and mother was too troublesome. And perilous, should one of her other siblings manage to pry out words from them.
She was glad now, glad that none had been witness to her shame and depravity. She could hardly bear to think of it herself. She was aghast at the fact that her good sense and dignity had left her in her slumbers and her baser senses had taken over her body so completely. The evidence was still there in between her thighs, the warm water doing little to remove it.
That thought spurred her into action and she vigorously rubbed herself clean before calling the maids in. Soon she was out of water and dressed in robes for dinner. As she left the bath chamber and headed towards her main room for dinner, she resolved to cultivate herself better so that she can no longer fall victim to such ridiculousness. Because while Yeon Hwa might have been desperate to know the identity of her lover in her dreams, while awakened, she knew exactly who her dream lover had been inspired from.
One hand moved to her shoulder while the other went to the knot of her bathing robes and opened it fluidly. She stiffened and opened her mouth to rebuke at such audacity but the hands started kneading her shoulders and she had to put all her strength in biting back the moan that threatened to come out of her throat.
The hands started rubbing a soap over her body and slowly moved towards her breasts. When one hand started massaging her left breast, she couldn't stop the moan that slipped out of her mouth. The sound seemed to have awakened the hands as both of her breasts were suddenly under an uncompromising assault of passion. Moans of pleasure were wrenched out of her with abundance as modesty was obliterated by all-consuming desire.
Soft lips pressed tender kisses to her neck even as liquid fire seemed to pool inside of her. A fire that grew as one hand started moving down her stomach. She turned her head, desperate to see the face of the one whose attention had nearly undone her...and Princess Yeon Hwa woke up in the bathing pool alone as her body spasmed with pleasure.
For a long moment, the princess stared at her surroundings in absolute confusion, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. However, as the confusion slowly cleared, she felt an overwhelming sense of mortification in her very soul. She glanced sharply at her surroundings and allowed herself a sigh of relief as she realised that no maids were present. She remembered now, that she had ordered her personal maid servants to remain in the outer chamber as she wished to recline without disturbance. Her tone has been imperious enough that they had noticed nothing out of ordinary. Which was why she had made such a command in the first place. The chances of any of those subservient women leaking any excess news about her person to her oh-so-loving eighth-brother and mother was too troublesome. And perilous, should one of her other siblings manage to pry out words from them.
She was glad now, glad that none had been witness to her shame and depravity. She could hardly bear to think of it herself. She was aghast at the fact that her good sense and dignity had left her in her slumbers and her baser senses had taken over her body so completely. The evidence was still there in between her thighs, the warm water doing little to remove it.
That thought spurred her into action and she vigorously rubbed herself clean before calling the maids in. Soon she was out of water and dressed in robes for dinner. As she left the bath chamber and headed towards her main room for dinner, she resolved to cultivate herself better so that she can no longer fall victim to such ridiculousness. Because while Yeon Hwa might have been desperate to know the identity of her lover in her dreams, while awakened, she knew exactly who her dream lover had been inspired from.
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Hae Soo sent away the 10th Prince and his Consort and walked back towards her “study” in Damiwon, her mind already making a list of the things that needed to be completed by that day. As a result, she nearly collided with Princess Yeon Hwa and her entourage and only her training in decorum prevented her from making an utter fool of herself before the way-too-haughty princess who would only be way-too-happy to make her suffer a punishment. The Head Court Lady of Damiwon arranged her posture and composure and made a perfect bow before the Princess before greeting her. Then she waited for the royal bitc-erm, royal personage to leave so that she could leave as well. Except the royal personage did not leave. Instead, she stared at Soo and studied her with a masked intensity that made the court lady suddenly nervous. Hae Soo was uncomfortably reminded of all the times when Yeon Hwa had snubbed her, found excuses to beat her and finally used her as a pawn to kill the then-Crown Prince and kill her off as a traitor as well. Yeon Hwa’s actions had indirectly caused the death of Court Lady Oh. The Hwangbo Princess was not just a bitchy character from a sageuk. She was a dangerous and ruthless entity that could cause Soo irreparable harm if she was not careful.
Hae Soo kept her posture with strict adherence to decorum, refusing to fall into any trap the bloodthirsty woman had made for her. The previously calm atmosphere became heavy, making the court ladies behind Hae Soo and Yeon Hwa anxious about their own safety. After all, one was a member of the royal family while the other was a former noble, heavily favoured by the king and most of the princes. Minor entities like them could hardly survive a fallout between the two.
In the end, no such fallout happened-much to the surprise of the head court lady. The princess nodded slightly as a delayed response to Soo’s greeting and then walked away with her entourage following her. Her face held polite disinterest and her bearing was as dignified and cold as ever. It was almost impossible to believe that the same person was looking at her with such intensity a few moments ago. Hae Soo also schooled features and straightened and resumed walking towards her destination. Had she asked her court ladies, they would have answered that her bearing was no less dignified than a princess’ though her aura was gentler like the silver light of a full moon.
Hae Soo kept her posture with strict adherence to decorum, refusing to fall into any trap the bloodthirsty woman had made for her. The previously calm atmosphere became heavy, making the court ladies behind Hae Soo and Yeon Hwa anxious about their own safety. After all, one was a member of the royal family while the other was a former noble, heavily favoured by the king and most of the princes. Minor entities like them could hardly survive a fallout between the two.
In the end, no such fallout happened-much to the surprise of the head court lady. The princess nodded slightly as a delayed response to Soo’s greeting and then walked away with her entourage following her. Her face held polite disinterest and her bearing was as dignified and cold as ever. It was almost impossible to believe that the same person was looking at her with such intensity a few moments ago. Hae Soo also schooled features and straightened and resumed walking towards her destination. Had she asked her court ladies, they would have answered that her bearing was no less dignified than a princess’ though her aura was gentler like the silver light of a full moon.
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