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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – Part 115a IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS Copyright and content notice No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author and publisher, nor be otherwise circulated without the author or publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher. The rights of the author have been applied hereon. ******* This Story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Any references made to schools, castles, entertainers and aristocratic titled personages are pure fiction. None of the story features about those places or personages named are true. None of what you are about to read actually happened. ******* If you enjoy my story or any others on the Nifty site, please show your appreciation and donate what you can afford. ******* Finally, thank you again to my editor, Jim. ********************* Theodora gave a little snigger. “McPhee, that was cruel, and you Forts, should know better.” I had to ask, “Err, Forts, did you just say Niki was a Count?” “I certainly did. Apparently, I am allowed to do that, and I cannot think of anyone who deserves it more.” Niki kissed Dima and then ran along the bed and leapt into Fort’s arms. “What shall I call you, Count Little Monkey?” ********************** Operation Pied Piper � Part 115a � The Castle Beckons’ Brian continues the story. I took a deep breath and stretched. At least I wasn’t jumping up, wondering where I was anymore. I had now settled into the cottage and still chuckled at the three flying ducks on the bedroom wall, everywhere seemed to have those. The morning light was filtering through the floral curtains. The shuffling of pans on the cooker and the low chatter of voices let me know once more I was the last up. I propped myself up on my elbows and reached for the bedside clock. Something felt taut on the skin of my stomach as I stretched. I felt down, yes, definitely a bit crusty. I had toyed with it, dropping my head back into the pillow, remembering my visitor during the night. The same visitor who had come every night since I had arrived. But I am racing ahead, let me take you back. * We had finally arrived at Inverurie Station around ten o’clock at night. Someone called Mr Duncan met us, Gary called him Gregor, apparently he was the school’s cook. Gary introduced me as a new student. It was funny. I felt as if Gregor’s eyes had been undressing me as he smiled, looking me up and down. Gary must have felt it too. He had said, “Eyes and hands off, this one is mine.” I wasn’t sure what he meant exactly, but it sounded like he thought of us as good friends already. I had clambered in the back while the two of them sat up front. The buildings of the town soon vanished, and we were out in the countryside. Gregor glanced back at me and then leant closer to Gary. “You won’t have heard, someone tried to shoot Forts!” Gary gasped and glanced back at me too, then, practically whispering, asked. “Is he okay?” Gregor nodded. “Apparently, Dima threw himself in front of Forts. Dima was shot and injured. They were operating on him earlier. But big Bruno grabbed both of the gunmen, killing them both with his bare hands. Can you believe that?” (I wasn’t to find out until much later, that was exactly why Gary had taken Bruno aside and spoken to him; His unstoppable brute strength. Gary had been right. Forts had been in danger. He wouldn’t let Archie and Athol forget this, especially as it had been them who ordered him to return to the Castle, stopping him from carrying out what he considered was his divine duty.) I remember seeing Gary nod. He seemed to be smiling, but I could only see the corner of his mouth as he spoke. “And you’re sure no one else was hurt?” “No, thank God. Though Athol was in a terrible state. Archie had to do the talking on the phone.” “Really.” “It could have been a bloodbath if Bruno hadn’t been there. Poor sod, he is under arrest now.” Gary nodded again, “Hmm, so, Forts was definitely not hurt or Athol? They are both okay?” Gregor gave Gary a strange look, “Yes, I just said that, only Dima. Archie said he will ring again in the morning and update us on how he is.” Gary had made no reply, just turning and looking out into the darkness surrounding us. Gregor had smiled back at me again. “We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow Brian. Looks like your parents couldn’t wait to get rid of you?” He joked. I just smiled, nodding. “Something like that.” Mr Duncan continued, his eyes watching me in the rear-view mirror. “Only thing is, I am not sure your bed is ready yet in the dormitory. What shall we do with you tonight?” Gary turned towards him, his eyebrows raised, then smiled back at me. “Don’t you worry, Brian. You can sleep at mine tonight.” “I thought you lived in the Castle, Mr Morris.” I had thought I had better call him by his surname. “Not actually in the Castle. I live in one of the gate lodges with my wife, Maureen, and my baby son, Aaran.” “Wife and baby?” I felt the words blurt from my mouth. His head had slowly turned back to look at me. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, glinting, emotionless black pits. I had felt a shiver run down my spine. “Yes, didn’t I mention them?” His mouth formed a smile, or was it a sneer? I wasn’t sure. I remember feeling uneasy as I mumbled, “I probably forgot.” He hadn’t mentioned them. I knew he hadn’t. * The rest of the journey had been made in silence, until Gregor, sorry Mr Duncan, dropped us off at the gate lodge. He had then driven off along the drive into the darkness, calling from his open window, “Goodnight you two, welcome Brian.” Once we were out of the car, Gary stood silently in the dark. I could feel his eyes watching me. “Are you okay? You have gone very quiet.” Gary’s hand had gripped my shoulder, I had jumped and squirmed as his fingers dug into me. “Hey, ouch, that’s sore.” He had looked down at me, his grip loosening. “Sorry, I don’t know my own strength. I didn’t mean to hurt or frighten you.” I didn’t want to let on he was doing a good job of it though. His face moved to within inches of my own. Once more, his eyes burned like coals in the darkness. Then extinguished as his face formed a smile, and I saw the white of his teeth. He bent down to me and kissed me on the lips. “You and I are going to be great friends. Partners. I can feel it.” His hand moved from my shoulder, sliding down my back. “Come on, let’s get you into your new home and introduce you to the wife, Maureen. The baby will be in bed now, you can see him tomorrow. Bring your case.” Well, that had surprised me, “Won’t I be staying in the Castle?” He chuckled as he walked towards the front door of the lodge up the short path. “No, I think you will be better here.” Maureen was already in bed, so I didn’t get to see her that night. I was told to follow Gary after he made us both a cup of tea. He opened one of the doors off the small corridor, “This room used to be Brookmeyer’s.” He said it like I should know who that was. “It will be yours now… That’s the bathroom, and that’s where Maureen and Aaran sleep.” I looked round the room that was now mine. It was small, and had a single bed, with a small bedside cabinet and a dark wood cupboard. I opened it. There were still some clothes hanging in it. Gary saw them and my face. “Those are Brookmeyer’s things. I will get him to remove them tomorrow, so there is space for your stuff.” I had asked, “Won’t he mind?” Gary had chuckled. “Brookmeyer will do as he is told, like everyone, if they know what’s good for them.” His tone made me feel even more uneasy, his voice was cold. He caught my glance, his face changing to a smile again, “Now come and drink your tea.” We sat chatting for a while and then, with the mantel clock striking midnight. He suggested I head off to bed. “Are you going to bed too?” He had given me another emotionless stare, “I sleep when I am tired. Goodnight Brian.” He smiled and pointed to his cheek. I blushed and went over to kiss him goodnight. Just as I was about to kiss him, he grabbed my head and turned it, pulling my lips towards his. His tongue pushing into my mouth, sending my head spinning. He pulled away and licked his lips. “Goodnight, partner. For now, anyway. Oh, Brian, from now on, I want you to sleep naked, understand?” I was confused, his eyes were now full Erzincan Escort of love, “Yes, Gary.” * That night, I had quickly fallen into a deep sleep. Stirring only when I felt the covers being pulled off me and someone getting into the bed beside me. A hand had covered my mouth, it was definitely an adults’. Silently, they had positioned themselves astride me. I felt their hot breath on my ear and neck. Was I imagining those glowing, hypnotic eyes? This was bizarre. “Easy, it’s me, partner, You sexy fucker!” I immediately relaxed, Gary obviously sensed it. His hand was removed from my mouth, replaced with his lips. Once more, his tongue pushed into me, dominating me, sending shivers and tingles all over my body. He ground his groin and hard cock against my stomach. My cock was hard in seconds. Duelling with his hefty meat, it was dominated quickly, in a totally uneven contest. His throbbing cockhead oozing out precum, coating my shaft and bellend. His head dropped to my neck, his tongue dragging across my skin. He mumbled, his voice deep and husky. “I am going to enjoy this. You will too.” His body lifted up from mine, and he kissed down my body, his feet kicking the sheets from the bed. Strong hands slipped down my sides, gripping my hips as his mouth engulfed my sixteen-year-old rock-hard cock. God, no one had ever sucked my cock before. Sure, I had wanked and cum, but Gary was opening so many doors to me. His mouth dropped down my shaft and then dragged up from the top of my balls, his tongue furiously licking. When he reached my bellend, his mouth engulfed it once again. It sent my head spinning for the second time in twenty-four hours. I began thrusting into his mouth, my hands dropped to his head, holding him on my cock. Frightened he would stop, it not registering, he wanted to taste me. My cock throbbed as he worked my shaft with his mouth, his hands still firmly on my hips, holding me just where he wanted me. He groaned as my bellend poured out precum, boy nectar. I kept trying to look down, but could see nothing, only able to hear the slurping noises and smacking of his tongue on his lips. The result wasn’t in doubt. My body couldn’t resist anymore, I buried my head deeper back into my pillow, my legs stiff and straight, my toes curling as the rush over took me. My balls tingling as they tightened to the base of my six-inch shaft. I wouldn’t, no, I couldn’t resist any longer. My breath came in gasps, my chest heaving, my hips fighting to thrust deeper into his warm wet mouth against the hands holding me firmly down. It drove me crazy. He was preventing me from tipping my cock over the edge. He pulled my bellend from his mouth and I heard him chuckle, as it slapped hard against my stomach, before rebounding back up towards his mouth, as my tendons strained to bury it once more. His tongue ran between the glans, up to my cocklips. The tip of his tongue, forcing itself into me, coating itself in my bubbling precum. “Gary, please, please.” Another chuckle and his mouth engulfed the swollen head again. Temporarily disorientated, my soul engulfed in pleasure as the pressure on my cockhead increased as he sucked harder, I lost it. My balls, which had nearly crept up my arse as they tried to get closer to my throbbing bone, jumped and I felt my cum racing up my cock. I exploded in pleasure, fuck, one, ouff, two, oufff, three, ouffff four, fuck, ouffff, five. My stomach tensed with each spurt. Did I black out? Next thing I knew, Gary was hovering, his mouth barely touching mine. He pushed his lips against me. Unable to resist, I instinctively opened them, gasping as he pushed my cum into my mouth from his. His tongue followed hard, coating mine and my entire mouth with my boy honey. Backwards and forwards it went, until, absorbed by us both, it was gone. He pulled away from me and looked down at me. “I will see you in the morning.” And he was gone. I went to reach for the sheets. My cock, now a fat deflated slug, lying across my stomach. I felt down, touching its exposed head, my foreskin was still pulled back, tightly tucked behind my glans. The head was sitting in a pool of warm slimy cum, where Gary had blown his load, while snogging me. I brought some to my mouth, tasting him alongside me. I closed my eyes and contentedly drifted off to sleep once more. * So where was I? That’s right, laughing at those ducks and trying to hear the conversation taking place in the sitting room. I still wasn’t sure Maureen was quite as pleased to have me staying. Oh, and breaking up the crusty patches of dried cum on my stomach. There was a tap on my door, it was Gary. “Hey are you awake? Up you get, we have some work to do.” I had hauled myself out of bed and quickly washed my face at the washstand. The water in the china jug was cold, so it was a bit of a quick rinse round, if I am honest. I made my way into the small sitting room, catching the end of their conversation as I entered. Maureen was speaking, “well you can tell him Gary. Have you forgotten all the trouble with Daniel before?”. Gary had caught sight of me coming into the room, he had snapped, “Enough!” “Come in Brian.” I was introduced to a rather flustered Maureen. She was cradling a baby. “Hello, young man. Welcome to Castle Fraser.” Gary beckoned me closer. “And this is Aaran, our son.” I stroked the baby’s chubby cheek and made those silly noises everyone makes at babies. Maureen had smiled and offered me a cup of tea and some toast. Both of which I accepted, but I sensed a bit of an undercurrent. She wasn’t happy about something. I hoped it wasn’t me, I mean, what had I done? * Since my arrival, Gary had been taking me to help with the horses each morning. He had been especially keen to introduce me to a great black brute he called ‘Pegasus’. This horse was huge. While we fed and watered them all, he had told me all about him, how he belonged to someone called Forts. Apparently Forts was a real Russian Prince and I would meet him when he got back with another guy called Davy. He was one of the teachers, a Mr Thomas. He spoke about several other guys too, but too many names for me to remember straight away. It was at the stables that first morning, I met a boy about my age, called Brookmeyer. I could sense a bit of tension in the air. Brookmeyer had been pleasant enough to me, but he seemed pissed off at Gary about something. I would later find out it was me. Gary and he had gone into the stable office and obviously had words. Brookmeyer had stormed off, heading towards the gate lodge. Later I would see him carrying a clothes bag, back past the stable towards the Castle. After we finished with the horses, I finally got to see it, the castle, I mean. I am sure I walked around with my mouth hanging open as Gary introduced me to loads of different people. Oh, that was another couple of the names he mentioned, Athol, who was the Laird of the house of MacDonald, this was his ancestral seat. His partner and the Castles factor, was called Archie or Mr Campbell, as I was to call him. Gary never mentioned he was the heir to all of this, that was for another day. Mr Duncan was all smiles as we entered the dining room. “Good morning, Houston, Gary.” He turned back to me, “How are you settling in Houston?” This was so alien to me, people calling me by my surname. “Well, thank you Mr Duncan.” As I moved down the servery, I heard him speak to Gary, Mr Duncan’s voice barely above a whisper, “Gary, can we speak about Brookmeyer?” I glanced back, hearing that name again. Gary stared at Mr Duncan, his eyes just boring into him. Mr Duncan looked away, his expression embarrassed and, at the same time, he was obviously worried. “Sorry, it’s none of my business.” Gary only uttered one word. “Correct!” ** Davy continues the story. At last, we were on our way home. In some style, I might add. Someone had pulled strings, and quietly without fuss, Forts ‘new’ train carriage had been added to the train. Under the pretext of moving it to safety, it was to be stored in a siding in Inverurie. So, what have I got to tell you? Where to start? Should be the question. Dima had been recovering well. He had only been released from the hospital that morning, being brought to the station in a private ambulance. Forts had made the doctor an offer he couldn’t refuse, and he was also travelling with us to make sure Dima was okay. I glanced out of the carriage window as we pulled slowly out of London, through the suburbs. Happy to be heading to what I now considered being my home, Castle Fraser. Forts came and stood Erzincan Escort Bayan next to me, “Are you okay?” “Yes, thanks.” I took his fingers and gave them a squeeze. “How’s Dima?” Forts sat down opposite me, chuckling, “Well, I think he has the best berth on the train.” Forts had Dima placed in the small bedroom at the end of the carriage. “You can pop and see him later. I think the doctor is driving him crazy. He will be pleased with some different company.” “Yes, I will.” I studied Fort’s face, “And how are you feeling?” He reached for my hand over the table, “Pleased it’s all over and we can get back to some normality, to be honest.” “Are you sure? A few times, it looked like you were enjoying all the fawning.” Forts looked shocked, and a bit hurt. “No, now you have me worried. I wasn’t rude, was I?” “No, of course not, but watch out for those doors at the Castle.” We both giggled, Forts playfully slapping his forehead, mimicking walking into a door. “Darling, I have to speak to dad. I won’t be long.” * He got up and kissed me, then walked off down the carriage as I watched him. Forts looked amazing. I much preferred him without the beard. Marcus had laid out one of his uniforms, it fitted him like a T. Just before he sat down with Athol; he glanced back at me and gave me a wink, accompanied by one of those beautiful smiles of his. It made me feel all warm and cosy inside. The shriek of laughter over to my left shattered the moment. You have guessed it. Niki, Ouranoff, and Bruno were laughing about something together. Niki hadn’t left Bruno’s side since he had been released, more about that later. McPhee was seated with them, along with Robert Milner, the photographer. I glanced round, where was Marcus? Then he was there, Marcus had an uncanny knack of knowing just when something was needed. Right now, it was tea and biscuits. He placed down a cup next to me, smiling. I managed to get in a, “Thank you Marcus,” before he moved steadily off down the carriage. It was a shame Denis wasn’t with us, but he was required to run Dryford Manor’s household. Similarly, Mishcon had remained in London. He would visit the Castle soon, no doubt with a pile of more papers for Forts to sign, and more ominously, the translated file on Fort’s parents’ disappearance. My mind drifted back to the chat I had with Theodora before we left for the ball. She was insisting on staying in London with her mother, despite the invitation from Forts for them both to come to the Castle. Privately, she had told me she found it too painful to be so close to Forts, knowing he could never be hers. That didn’t make me feel any better, if I am honest. When she added, “You must be so proud of him. I envy you.” I had to bite my lip hard. The charity ball that Mishcon and his team had hastily arranged was held at the Savoy Hotel. The cream of London society was invited to meet the highest-ranking Romanov in the country and, of course, raise funds for war and Police orphans. We had arrived early, wanting to check everything was okay. Quickly joined by the General manager and the Maitre de, we were shown round the ballroom and the dining room, then introduced to the conductor and the orchestra. They would play throughout the evening, both during the meal and later in the ballroom. Forts wanted to check the top table where we were to be seated. I had looked at the place settings round us. “Forts, who are Mr and Mrs S Prise?” He had shaken his head. “No idea, must be some relative.” “They don’t sound very Russian to me.” “Well, we will find out soon enough, I suppose.” He left me standing at the table. I just couldn’t think who they were. How stupid am I? Twenty minutes later. I stood next to Forts as part of the guest greeting party, Theodora stood to my left. The invited guests comprised the ‘Great and the Good’ of London society with a smattering of politicians’ and lots of Forts distant Russian relatives. The Master of ceremonies announced each of the guests’ names and titles, and then they were introduced, first to Forts, Oops, to his Imperial Highness the Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov, Romanov, and then the rest of us. I don’t know how many hands I had shaken. It was awful; I didn’t know anyone. Theodora was standing next to me in the line-up. Both of us giggling about me knowing no one. She mocked me mercilessly, copying my voice. “Good evening, how do you do, so very nice to meet you.” Finally, I recognised some of them. Niki peeked round Ouranoff and waved. “His Serenity Count Pyotr Adraxine Ouranoff. His Serenity Count Nikita Igoreovich. Lord Christopher Roland McPhee. Lord MacDonald, Mr Archibald Campbell, Mr Mishcon, Mr Trevelyan, Mr Roberts, Mr Milner.” Niki gave McPhee a little friendly punch. He found his middle name Roland funny. Me, I was just pleased to see familiar faces. At least I knew this lot. While I was distracted saying hello to them, my darling Forts tapped me on the shoulder, I thought I was going to be told off for being loud. “Davy, looks like Mr and Mrs Surprise have arrived.” “Mr and Mrs Surprise?” My eyes followed his gaze to the doors. “Mr and Mrs Thomas.” Announced the Master of ceremonies. “It’s mum and dad!” I grabbed Forts and kissed his cheek, “Thank you.” He gave me a wink. “Mum, dad. It’s great to see you! He didn’t tell me you were coming, just a Mr and Mrs Surprise.” They both laughed. Mum looked amazing. She was wearing a beautiful, in fact, it was a stunning, evening dress. On her head, she was wearing the diamond Kokoshnik from the safe deposit box. She later told me Forts had asked her to wear it for the night. Of course, like most women would, she loved it. Round her wrist was our Christmas present, the emerald bracelet. Forts, smiling broadly, greeted them too. Bowing, he kissed Mum’s hand and then each cheek. “Mum and dad, I am so pleased you could come. It means so much to us.” Dad had looked at him oddly, repeating, “Mum and dad?” Then broke into a broad smile, “Son, no thank you for inviting us.” Phew. Sorry folks, I am jumping about a bit. You are probably wondering what we were all wearing. The Gentlemen were all in white shirts and black bow tie and tails. Mine had only arrived from the tailor that morning. Looking at him, I don’t think my dad felt any more comfortable in his than I did in mine, not the way he kept fiddling with his dickie bow. I say we were all in tails, well apart from the ladies, of course, they were all in evening dresses. And what was my gorgeous partner wearing? Forts, of course, was not in black. Marcus had dressed him in white breeches, with highly polished black leather knee-length boots. A white ‘tails jacket’ with scarlet piping, shoulder boards and a gleaming scarlet lining. The Jacket was heavily embroidered with silver bullion and his entire ensemble was topped off with his turquoise blue sash. On his chest two glittering diamond ‘star’ awards, and from his waist, hung the ‘Katherine the Great’ Order of ‘Saint Andrew the Apostle, the First called’ diamond broach, the gift from Theodora. On his other hip hung a gilt sword, finally he was wearing a pair of white gloves. Later I had to chuckle as mum told him how smart he looked. Back at the Manor, Forts hadn’t thought so, as he looked at himself in the full-length mirror in our new apartment. “Marcus! Please, no! I look ridiculous, like a puffed-up… a… puffed-up peacock!” Marcus had looked skywards as he walked away, “Great, that was the look I was going for.” He had winked at me, smiling, as he left Forts open mouthed. I couldn’t help laughing, well Forts wanted informality. * Back to the ball. After all the formal introductions, I felt I had to remain at Forts side. I could see mum and dad standing alone, both looking somewhat uncomfortable. Theodora spotted it too and hurried over to them with Athol and Archie in tow. She grabbed mum by the arm and took her over to meet the Dowager Grand Duchess Truorwskoy and her mother. Soon they were all chatting like old friends, while dad seemed to finally relax with Archie and Athol. I should have said, Theodora, too, was looking amazing. If anything, her radiance enhanced by her now obvious condition. Meanwhile, I could see dad, Athol, and Archie had been joined by Count Ouranoff, and the newly elevated Count Nikita Igoreovich. I must get used to saying that, but he would always be our little Niki to me. Ouranoff and Niki had also dressed up for the occasion. Niki was in a dark green, almost a forest green tail coat, with gold bullion embroidery and a red sash. He was looking every Escort Erzincan bit the young gentleman. Ouranoff was in a dark blue tailcoat and, as usual, could be heard before he was seen. I chuckled to myself, thinking about it. Before we left, Niki had been so pleased at how he looked. McPhee told me that in the car on the way to the Savoy, he had been waving, regally, of course, at anyone who looked at him. It had made me laugh, I wished I could have seen it. Forts, bless him, had also insisted that Marcus and Denis both attend and Robert Milner, the photographer too. Robert was both a guest and also to capture the event informally with his box camera. * There was to be another amazing surprise, I probably shouldn’t mention it. Talk about possible diplomatic incidents. McPhee, came over to Forts and me. “Can I have a quick word?” Forts was smiling, “Of course you can, Chris. What is it? Don’t tell me you think I look ridiculous too, don’t you!” McPhee, looked Forts up and down. “Well…No, can you both follow me. I hope you don’t mind; I invited two second cousins along. I am afraid they have brought their mum with them too.” Forts grinned. “Don’t worry the more the merrier.” McPhee nodded, “I would like you both to meet them.” “Certainly.” We followed McPhee into a side room. I stopped open mouthed, as McPhee stopped and with a bow of his head announced. “Your Majesty. I am pleased to introduce you to, His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov, Romanov. Prince of the Blood Imperial.” As Forts and I stood to attention, McPhee continued, “Her Royal Highness, the Queen Elizabeth, Empress of India, and my second cousins, their Royal Highnesses the Princess Elizabeth, and the Princess Margaret Rose. I saw Forts glance at McPhee, I knew just what he was thinking, I was thinking the same. That voice in my head screaming, “YOU MIGHT HAVE FUCKING WARNED US McPHEE!”. Queen Elizabeth, approached us both, she offered Forts her hand, which he gently took, keeping his head bowed. “Your Majesty”. She smiled broadly, “I am very pleased to finally meet and speak to you young man. The King has mentioned you often.” Forts was speechless. McPhee stepped forward once more, “You Majesty, allow me to introduce, Mr David Thomas.” I stepped forward, copying McPhee and Forts head bows. I am sure I mumbled “Your Majesty, such an honour.” I immediately felt stupid. Was that a titter from the Princesses? “Such an honour”, Oh, God. McPhee again leapt to the rescue, “Their Royal Highnesses, The Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret Rose, my second cousins.” They both smiled, as McPhee lightened the formality, with his quip. Forts and I shook hands with them both. Queen Elizabeth spoke again, smiling, “Let us dispense with all this formality. After all, Drageon, you are family.” Forts just bowed his head again as the Queen continued. “My husband the King, sends his warmest regards. He heard about yours and the Grand Duchesses donations to the orphans charities and wishes to match each of your donations. Forts glanced at me, then back to the Queen. “That is amazing your Majesty.” She continued, “Of course, he would have loved to have been here, but, well, you know why he can’t, after the criticism in some quarters of his attendance at the funeral of the Grand Duke.” Forts nodded. The Queen continued. “It only remains for me to ask that, we keep our attendance as low key as possible.” She turned to the two Princesses, “But these two were desperate to come to a ball. I hope you will do them the honour of dancing with each of them later.” Forts had blushed, adding. “But of course, ma’am. It will be my pleasure.” * “Top up Davy? you look miles away.” Gosh, I had been, “Yes please Marcus. Sorry, I was just thinking about the ball.” He smiled as he poured me another cup of tea. “It really was amazing, especially when you all entered for the meal. I was so proud of you both.” He didn’t mention ‘the elephant’ that had been in the room, which was kind of him. * “My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, please be upstanding for His Imperial Highness, the Grand Duke, Drageon Drageonivanov, Romanov. Prince of the Blood Imperial. Colonel in Chief of the Imperial Regiment of the Life Guards Sankt-Peterburgsky. Honourable member of the Order of Saint Andrew the Apostle the First called. And her Imperial Highness, the Dowager Grand Duchess Theodora Petrovich.” Forts glanced down at Theodora, holding on to his arm, then back at me. I knew this was the way it had to be. Forts had pushed protocol in the greeting line-up, he had been strongly advised not to do it again. He took a big breath and whispered, “Ready everyone? Let’s get this over with!” As the master of ceremonies continued, “and party.” The orchestra immediately struck up with the March of the Life Guards Sankt-Peterburgsky. Forts glanced back at me and smiled one of his smiles, “You okay?” I nodded. He nodded to Theodora and the two of them led us all into the dining room. The formal part of the evening had begun. We stood at the table as the orchestra seamlessly moved to playing “God save the Tsar.” We remained standing as the Master of Ceremonies, called for everyone’s attention, once more. “My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain standing, for Her Royal Highness, the Queen Elizabeth, Empress of India. And their Royal Highnesses the Princess Elizabeth, and the Princess Margaret Rose.” There were gasps, followed by polite applause as the orchestra played, “God save the King”. The three members of the British Royal family joined us at the hastily rearranged top table. A place was even found for McPhee. We would have to thank him for this later. I glanced at mum and dads face, a memory I would treasure for ever. I still couldn’t believe it. Thank goodness, Mishcon had invited none of the current Russian government or their representatives; There would have been a huge diplomatic incident. After the meal, Forts had thanked everyone for attending and for their generous support for the orphans. He then invited everyone to the ballroom before the two of us retired to a private room for a break. As we entered, he turned and locked the door. He grabbed me in his arms, pressing me up against the wall, kissing me passionately. “I have wanted to do that all night.” He kissed me again. “Are you okay? I am sorry I had to walk in with Theodora. But you heard Mishcon and dad. It’s a bloody joke. It won’t always be like that. After the war, we will move somewhere people don’t care! I promise.” I hugged and kissed him back, “It’s okay.” I wasn’t sure how convincing I sounded. “Come on Forts, now for the important bit, let’s get Bruno released, and that investigation stopped.” He nodded, “Yes, you’re right.” The ball had been lovely. Those dancing lessons Forts had been having had paid off. Dad and I looked on in awe as he waltzed mum first, then Theodora and the Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret Rose. Then the Police Commissioner’s and the Home secretary’s wives, numerous lesser Princesses and a few titled ladies too. Round and round the floor he went. It was an amazing show and all part of the bigger plan, well the Commissioners and Home secretary’s wives, anyway. While Forts charmed the wives. Mishcon moved in on the men themselves, to plead the case for Bruno and for the investigation into the death of the chamberlain to be stopped. Consequently, I didn’t see Forts much for the rest of the evening. But somehow it had worked. Bruno had been released as it was not in the public interest to prosecute him. After all, he had saved a Royal life, and they were common murderers. Similarly, the investigation in to the death of the old chamberlain was stopped. Obviously, the two men who had attacked Forts were responsible. Mishcon was a genius. * I sat back, my eyes closed, and let out a sigh. Lips kissed mine. “I’m back.” ********************** Folks, I really hope you’re enjoying the story. There is nothing more rewarding than hearing your feedback with observations and suggestions. Please email me to let me know. Blackscar. Other Nifty stories by Blackscar. ‘NightCam Fun’ � Gay/Encounters ‘Exploring my brother’ � Gay/Incest ‘Josh’s Adventures series’ – Gay/Adult Youth ‘An Army life for me’ – Gay/Adult Youth/Military ‘Grandmas Bedroom’ � Bisexual/Incest ‘Dominic Online’ � Gay/Adult Youth ‘Vampyre’ � Gay/Adult Youth ‘Operation Pied Piper’ � Gay/Adult Youth ‘Scream if you want to go faster’ – Bisexual/Adult Youth ‘Red and Nick’ � Bisexual/Military ‘The Extraordinary Christmas Party’ � Bisexual/Incest ‘A Brother Used’ – Gay/Incest ‘A very English Trailer Park’ – Gay/Adult Youth ‘Special lube Oil’ – Gay/Adult Youth
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