Rolf padded out of his guest quarters an hour after the last regular activity of the castle had ceased. He carried a tome of chivalric history which he might use an excuse were he questioned.
In any event, he arrived at the Princess chamber door unseen with not a little luck and his own supernatural stealthiness.
Standing outside he focussed his concenration again, picturing Beth's succulent sweet lips, and held his hands as if her chin was cradled there, and his thumb was tracing her ruby bottom lip....
In any event, he arrived at the Princess chamber door unseen with not a little luck and his own supernatural stealthiness.
Standing outside he focussed his concenration again, picturing Beth's succulent sweet lips, and held his hands as if her chin was cradled there, and his thumb was tracing her ruby bottom lip....