Versailles Wild Rose

The water in the bathtub was cold.

The maid came in to refill the hot water twice, but didn't ask him if he needed service.Philip remembered how long Louis usually took a bath, and came out in time.

Abigail had changed into her nightgown and was sitting at a desk by the window writing a letter.

Philip was a little at a loss as to what to do. Aramis had taught him a lot, but not how to get along with Abigail.All he had to do, Aramis said, was to say he was a "king."However, he won't know until he has reached this point that no matter how well prepared you are, it's useless, let alone him who isn't.

Learning how to dance, talk and eat is not difficult for him, but learning how to get along with people is actually difficult.Athos said he was too reserved, but you can hardly let a person who has been imprisoned in the Bastille for several years get rid of that helplessness and despair all at once.

Abigail smiled at him, "Are you sleepy?"

He nodded, thinking he had to say something, so he asked, "Are you still sleepy?"

"I'll finish the letter." She flicked the quill.

Philip was nervous and stiff, not knowing what to do.

Aramis did not know where he got the information that Louis usually slept on the right side and Madame on the left.

The king was supposed to sleep in his own bedroom. Even if he got married in the future, he and the queen would have their own bedroom, and they would not sleep together on the same bed like ordinary civilians.But Louis doted on his wife very much, and would go to her bedroom at least 5 days a week.Before Aramis said that he had arranged to replace Louis in the Louvre, he strongly objected, saying that his wife would definitely find out that he was not Louis.

So Aramis had to postpone the plan and change to Fontainebleau.He also said that it might be better to plan in Fontainebleau, because there are fewer people in Fontainebleau.He doesn't want to see Abigail, but wants to see his mother more.

Austrian Anna showed up in the ballroom at the very beginning tonight, and left after staying for 15 minutes. Philip did not see his mother.

He thought that tonight was like a dream, how Aramis and Athos had brought him in without being discovered all the way.He has been hiding in the secret passage of the king's bedroom until Louis suddenly came back halfway.

It felt really strange to meet face-to-face with a good brother who looked almost exactly like him and had power over his life.He wanted to cry, but the sound of Louie yelling at him made him no longer expect anything from this good brother.

He sat down on the edge of the bed in a trance, thinking about where Aramis took Louis now. At this moment, he was surprised to realize that Aramis never said where he would take Louis.

A quiet scent of roses wafted into his nostrils, and Abigail came.

The lights in the room were dimmed, and the maid extinguished the candlestick on the desk.

He noticed the candle flame flickering in the candle cup on the bedside table.

"Louis." Madam's voice is beautiful, soft and sweet, like a feather brushing against your heart.

He turned to look at her.

"Tomorrow I want to go horseback riding, can you accompany me?"

Hey, just ride a horse, easy

"it is good."

She smiled, went to bed, lay down quickly, and covered herself with a silk quilt.

Philip was a little nervous, but also looking forward to it.

He couldn't tell what mood he was in, and it seemed a little wrong.Abigail is brother's mistress, how could he

Abigail patted him. "Sleep."

He had to lie down.

tension.

Body tense.

Damn no one told him what to do, what Louie and Abigail usually say or, what do they do

According to information from Aramis, Louis was in good physical condition and had to do bed exercises almost every night. In addition to Mrs. Provence, there was also Miss La Belle, an older Marquise, and an attendant. married sister.Abigail may or may not know.

Aramis even gave him the time for Louis to do bed exercises.

If this kind of thing happened once, he would think about it again, but how could the woman Aramis find for him be as good as Abigail? He was thinking about Abigail, so he did nothing.It was impossible for Aramis to really observe his behavior on the bed, so he couldn't give specific guidance on it.

Now, Abigail lay next to him, as if it had come so easily, he felt as if he were in a dream.

She rolled over and put her legs on his.

He was so scared that he almost forgot to breathe.

"Louis." She whispered in his ear "Do you want it?"

He didn't know how to answer, so he held back for a few seconds, "I'm too tired today, go to sleep."

She put her hand on his chest, "Are you sure"

"You're tired too, go to sleep."

She didn't answer, just pulled up his pajamas and quickly touched some part of his body.

He was sweating from nervousness, and he felt his body temperature rise.

This feeling seems to be flying, the body no longer has weight, and the head is fluttering.Just her touching a certain part of his body made him feel like a lit candle.He was so hot that he just wanted to hold her under him. Porthos took him to the brothel to watch, and the clients used so many positions. When he fantasized at night, he always wanted to be in Abigail. Use those poses on your body one by one.

Her kiss is also very beautiful, sweet and soft, it turns out that the taste of a woman is so wonderful

Only the word can describe it.

He soon boiled all over, turned over and pressed her under him.

His kiss might be unfamiliar and flustered, but it was something he had dreamed of almost every night since he saw her, and he wanted to kiss every inch of her skin.

fuck his louis

Louis has taken away his right to live freely, and now he wants to get back what he deserves.

He forgot that just tonight, he was debating whether to really sleep with Abigail, and now, this beautiful woman was lying on top of him, and she was his woman, and he wanted to bond a part of himself to her , to make Louis who doesn’t know where he is thinking that his imprisoned brother is sleeping with his woman, Louis must be in pain now, that’s what he deserves, his retribution

For a while, his heart was full of resentment towards his brother, and for a while he returned to reality, feeling what it was like to exercise on the bed.

He was so nervous that the first time was over so quickly.

But he didn't want to get up, he just gasped.

Abigail stroked his face and whispered "You're not Louie, are you?"

He was suddenly stunned.

"How do you know?" As soon as he said the words, he wanted to beat himself to death.According to Aramis's information, Louis can have at least half an hour at a time, but at this point, no one can control it. He wants to control it, but in fact he can't.

"Aramis should know that as long as you sleep with me, I can find out it's not Louis. Get off." She pushed him.

Uneasy, he rolled over carefully. "What will you do to me"

"I don't know. What will happen after Aramis tells you?"

"He didn't say."

"Impossible. Surely he'll come to see you tomorrow morning, won't he?"

"Correct."

"How do you like it"

"what"

"Be a king."

He frowned, feeling that her attitude was too calm.Maybe it's because Aramis has convinced her before

"I don't know yet, I just became king for less than 3 hours."

"Do you like me"

"like."

She pressed her finger on his lips, "Is it comfortable?"

“Very comfortable, I've never been”

"Have you ever slept with a woman?"

He replied honestly, "I did it once, but it wasn't very interesting."

"Does it feel better than using your hands?"

He was embarrassed and felt that she was too daring to speak. "What do you know?" he muttered.

"I know what men do in bed."

"What about you, do you like what we did just now?"

"I like it. It's just that you are a little too fast."

"Do you want to do it again?"

"Now" her hand touched a certain part of her body again, exclaiming "you"

"What pose do you like?" He was still nervous, his voice trembling slightly.

"A lot. Me and Louie like that" Her mouth was covered by him.

"Don't mention him."

"Do you hate him?"

"I hate him. I've never met my mother, nor my father. I'm not like him, and I can have you."

"So, you don't really like me, but because I'm his woman, don't you?"

He hurriedly said, "No. I love you, I fell in love with you immediately when you appeared in front of me. Can I call you Abigail?"

"You can call me whatever you want." She lifted the silk quilt and sat on his lap.

He sat up shyly, "You like this"

"It's a good pose. Now, you look at me."

The dim candlelight shone on her pink face and her blond hair.She was so beautiful, like those ancient beauties in the frescoes, but fresher than them, a real person, a real woman.

"Abigail," he murmured. "Abigail."

"Louis," she said quickly, "Philip, don't kill your brother, okay?"

He frowned suddenly, "What do you want to say?"

"I mean, now I know it's you, and you love me very much, but he also..." He pushed hard, and her unfinished sentence was suddenly interrupted.

"You are not allowed to mention him again."

There were only indescribable sounds in the room.

After a few minutes, Philip said in a low voice, "You already have two of his children, and you have to bear at least two of my children. No, your children will be mine in the future."

Abigail thought that men were probably all the same, regardless of whether they loved children or not, they must have children.

The fake king's skills are really not very good, but the man's instinct allows him to know exactly what to do.A little too edgy, but overall, okay.

If the author has something to say, try pajamas first, mutual. ,,