Brown Skin by Timaira Smith (best beach reads of all time txt) 📖

kingdom. All the money and power I would have, not to mention a huge rod to ride. My pride still hurts how he refused me! I did not even get a chance..." She sat back and sunk to the floor. Inside the conversation was about the same thing.

"Wait Thomas, did you just approach the king with the idea or did he refuse her in person?" Clergyman Walter Seymour, Thomas's brother asked.

"I went to the king and told him of our prior discussions and about our proposition. I had Rebecca wait outside until he decided." Walter's face lit up.

"This is good! So he just rejected the idea and not the girl! We still have a chance!" All the men grew quiet and waited for him to finish his statement.

"You are missing the point, Walter. He did reject the girl."

"No you are missing the point. Follow me men." Walter toned down his voice, aware of Rebecca being outside. He stood up and leaned over the table. "You probably approached him wrong, Thomas. When you are advertising a woman, you do not talk with words, and you certainly do not talk for her. You let her body talk for her. No man can resist the slender curves of a woman. Have her wear some revealing clothing and show up at the kings chamber door. Let her appear in distress and when he falls for it, for his heart is soften thanks to the brown skin, she can lure him into her trap. Call her in." Sir Thomas Seymour, with a new glimmer of hope in his cold heart nodded and went to the door, opening it up for her. He helped her up and lead her in. Looking down both directions of the hall he quietly closed the door behind him. inside Rebecca walked slowly to the front, all of the men's eyes stared her down, but she was not afraid. She was used to it, for she often used her beauty to get what she wanted, she craved men's lustful attention.

"My lady, thank you for coming. Sorry for such the wait but we have yet another proposition for you." Rebecca smiled evilly and puckered out her lips, clearing her voice to project the seductive tone of voice all women know how to use against men.

"No thank you my lords, for allowing me such an honor to be in your presence. Whatever you say, your wish is my command" She curtsied low, making sure that her cleavage was visible. Men at the table squirmed with lust, even sir Thomas crossed his legs trying to keep focused. The only man not reacting in such a way was priest, he felt the same natural reaction to a beautiful woman but chose to keep focused on her eyes, where he saw bad intentions and felt the cold in her heart.

"My lady, I apologize for having you think that you were just merely pushed aside by the king that night. I hope your heart is healed for I have mislead you. I was mistaken, thinking that I could convince the king with my relationship to him and my ideas and I did not give you a chance to plead for yourself."

"My lord, how do I plead with a king. I am a woman, women are taught to not use their mouths, except for...different purposes." Rebecca licked her lips. Men shuddered, staring more at her, undressing her with their eyes. Thomas stood up tall and lost his train of thought in her beauty. Rebecca glanced around the room, then back at Thomas. She noticed a sight and giggled. "Oh my lord! I believe that you are...aroused." Sir Thomas grinned and walked up to her slowly. He got behind her putting his hands on her shoulders.

"I do believe that we still have a chance, you get what you always wanted, and the kingdom is put into high gear. But only my dear if you do it right..."He squeezed her arms and slowly slid down to the back of her dress. Rebecca felt him unbutton her dress. She smiled evilly at the other men who appeared to be jealous of Sir Thomas's hands. Rebecca relax as she felt Thomas's hands on her shoulders under her sleeves. He slowly pulled her dress down and rubbed on her skin. "You have the qualifications, my lady. So tell me, how do you lure a man?" Rebecca smiled bigger and turned around to face him. She slid her chemise off and untied her hair, letting it flair on her white shoulders, standing shamelessly naked before a room full of men.

"It has been a while since I have done the womanly duty my lords," She said out loud for all to hear. "But there is one thing I know about the nature of a man, and it is the power of touch. But I know something a lot of girls as well as the black crow do not know. It is the power...of.." Rebecca slowly made her way down to her knees in front of Thomas. Thomas put his hand in her soft blond hair, closing his eyes and groaning. The Priest, disgusted, got up and threw his chair backwards. He stormed towards the door.

"Christ have mercy! The devil runs wild!" He snarled. He opened the door and ran out of it. He ran up stairs to warn the king about the men's plans. Stopping at the hall of the ladies in waiting's quarters he saw that a far door was cracked. He slowed down at his pace and tip-toed down the hall. Keeping his hand on the door he looked inside. He heard laughter, that was nobody else but the king's. Then he heard giggling. He saw the king and the brown skin cuddling and laughing."They still have on clothing, thank God!" he thought. The king whispered something in her ear and she giggled again. He started to kiss her softly on the forehead. He was pleased. "This is love, they are in love....God have mercy on us all." Flight

The fire was reduced to a smothering glimmer. Lillian watched with half opened eyes the lights from the fire pit dance on her walls. The king took a deep breath. She turned her head up to see him fast asleep, but shaking slightly from sudden chill that came through the window. She covered his shoulder with the comforter and looked out to see some soft snow began to fall in the sunrise. She smiled big, she loved the winter. She looked back at the king's face, his brows were turned down, as if he was having a bad dream. She put a hand on his face and caressed his jawline. She loved to feel on his face, it was so handsome and so smooth and he often gave her the best kisses after she did so. She ran a finger over his soft lips, opening them slightly. She smiled again and snuggled back into his chest, keeping her hands on his chest. Just before she was about to drift off to sleep again she heard some distant CLOP CLOP of heavy heels. She panicked, shaking the king on his chest she kept an eye on her door. "Wake up, my love, Wake up! Please wake up!" He slowly opened his eyes, rubbing them in confusion

"What is wr-" Suddenly the door burst open.

"Edwina! Our mistress is here, she is back what am I to-" Macy stopped and looked upon the shocking sight. Lillian jumped out of her bed and the king stayed in it, stunned at the sudden exposure of his business. The silence in the room roared so loud. Lillian walked over to Macy slowly putting her hands on her shoulders. Macy shook them off. Quickly remembering that he is the king she curtsied low. "Forgive me, your majesty, I did not know you were here. I just came to announce my mistress's arrival to Edwina. I will leave now" Macy turned to walk back out. The king snapped out of his daze and beckoned to her.

"Wait, my lady stop." He got up out of the bed and walked over too her. Macy bowed again but this time the king grabbed her hand and lifted her back up. "Do not bow to me in here. I want you to understand that it is important for you to not detail on what you have seen here."

"My lord, you are our king, you have the freedom to do what you wish, It is none of my business what has gone on with Edwina, I will not tell a soul. " Lillian sunk low into the bed, her heart starting to slow down but she had a new heavy countenance about her that she could not explain.

"No, I will tell you that what you think has gone on did not, and what you will not believe happened did. I love Li....Edwina, and not as a servant but as a woman. As a beautiful woman with the eyes of copper and the hair of the darkest and most beautiful seas. With the purest of kind hearts and the warmest of personalities. I love her. But alas I can not show her my love in all ways..." King Troy walked over to Lillian who was staring at him with happy glimmers sparkling in her eyes. He lifted her up and bent down to kiss her softly on her lips. He looked back over to Macy, who stood dumbfounded.

"So you are telling me, my lord, that you have not..."

"No he has not." Lillian answered for him. "But the desire burns deep, for the both of us." She held on to his broad chest tightly.

"We have not made love yet...for that is to be only between man and wife." He looked down at her and smiled a brand new kind of smile. Lillian felt his joy and her heart sank. Man...and...Wife. The king looked up at Macy again, this time noticing her round belly. "I see you are with child, your husband must be proud." He concurred. Macy began to blush, she looked down at the ground.

"No husband my lord"

"Fiance then at least?"

"Neither, just a simple man" Macy felt sorry for herself. She leaned against the door and sighed heavily. She slid one hand over her belly and held it there. She looked up at Lillian and the king holding each other, Lillian had her eyes closed and she appeared to be happy. The king looked down at her and kissed her softly on the top of her head. Macy's eyes began to form tears, at the thought of not having that kind of affection with anyone, not even the man who helped her conceive the child she is carrying now. The king looked back at Macy, feeling her heaviness and stepped to her, putting a hand on her shoulder lightly.

"You can grow to love, my lady. The one thing about children that