whoot! ~ fanfiction XD
He’d quickly forgotten Alexandra by the time he caught a glimpse of this fabulous creature now laying besides him. He was a man after all and certain needs had to be met when living in the society of the elite and the beautiful. Squinting across the room at the ornate gold clock over the fireplace, it reads 6:51. This room, apart from the sorry state of the bed, looked as though it had never been touched by unscrupulous hands before.
Then there was a knock at the door, a light tapping of knuckles followed moments later by a woman giggling. “Felix,” calls a man’s voice not too loudly but loud enough, and the woman still giggling somewhere on the other side, “Felix, you in there?” The doorknob begins to turn but halts for it is locked.
“Wrong room,” shouts Edward gruffly and getting up out of bed starts searching the floor for his pants. The prone figure stretched out on the bed finally moves, raising head blearily from the pillows.
“Felix,” the voice persists in sniggering, arrogant tones, “Got to get home before daddy finds out.” Again, the woman, whoever she is, seems to think that this is too much, and laughs heartily. The man tries to shush her with little luck.
Having enough of this, Edward, buttoning his pants, throws open both lock and door, revealing two familiar faces he recognized as Prince Nicholas Yusupov and his mistress who all through the evening last night had hovered over him and…
“Felix!” Nicholas eyes go past Edward toward the bed. “Rise and shine sleepy head. Have fun last night?” Edward turns around and to his horror sees not Maria Zenaida, yawning, stretching naked on the bed but a beautiful young man, stretching naked and with a look on his face that is as innocent as it is mocking.
“Nikki,” he yawns cheerfully, “This is Edward, King of England,” he adds in muffled tones as though it were a secret, and smirking, ruefully, added “I always knew I was good enough to be a Queen.”
Then there was a knock at the door, a light tapping of knuckles followed moments later by a woman giggling. “Felix,” calls a man’s voice not too loudly but loud enough, and the woman still giggling somewhere on the other side, “Felix, you in there?” The doorknob begins to turn but halts for it is locked.
“Wrong room,” shouts Edward gruffly and getting up out of bed starts searching the floor for his pants. The prone figure stretched out on the bed finally moves, raising head blearily from the pillows.
“Felix,” the voice persists in sniggering, arrogant tones, “Got to get home before daddy finds out.” Again, the woman, whoever she is, seems to think that this is too much, and laughs heartily. The man tries to shush her with little luck.
Having enough of this, Edward, buttoning his pants, throws open both lock and door, revealing two familiar faces he recognized as Prince Nicholas Yusupov and his mistress who all through the evening last night had hovered over him and…
“Felix!” Nicholas eyes go past Edward toward the bed. “Rise and shine sleepy head. Have fun last night?” Edward turns around and to his horror sees not Maria Zenaida, yawning, stretching naked on the bed but a beautiful young man, stretching naked and with a look on his face that is as innocent as it is mocking.
“Nikki,” he yawns cheerfully, “This is Edward, King of England,” he adds in muffled tones as though it were a secret, and smirking, ruefully, added “I always knew I was good enough to be a Queen.”