Embarrassed nude princess
Author:unloginuser Time:2025/03/30 Read: 3965Embarrassed nude princess
The chill of the November air bit at Princess Aurelia’s skin, far more intensely than the humiliation that clawed at her insides. She stood stark naked, a shivering statue against the rough-hewn stone wall of the ancient hunting lodge, the moon painting her pale flesh in silver and shadow. The year was 1485, and the indignity was, to put it mildly, unprecedented.
Aurelia, daughter of King Edward IV of England, was known for her quick wit and sharper tongue, not for her clumsiness. Yet, here she was, the victim of a most undignified accident. A prank, orchestrated by her mischievous cousin, Richard of Gloucester – the future Richard III – and his equally devious companions. They’d cleverly rigged the trapdoor in the floor of her private chamber, leading to a conveniently located icy stream. Her nightgown, her dignity, and several choice curses had all been lost in the deluge.
She’d managed to scramble back to the lodge, the icy water clinging to her like a shroud. The lodge was deserted, the hunting party having ventured further afield. Her only companion was the rustling wind whistling through the gaps in the stonework, a cruel counterpoint to the tremors of her own shame.
Suddenly, a twig snapped. Aurelia’s breath hitched. She pressed herself harder against the wall, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, his silhouette cloaked in the darkness.
“Princess?” a voice, low and hesitant, called out. It was Sir Thomas, the King’s most trusted knight, a man known for his unwavering loyalty and stoic demeanor.
Aurelia could only manage a choked whimper. The knight’s lantern flickered, revealing his face, etched with surprise and… something else. Compassion, perhaps? He didn’t scream or flee, as she’d half expected. Instead, he approached slowly, carefully, his eyes avoiding her nakedness, focusing instead on the ground.
He produced a heavy woolen cloak from his saddlebags, offering it to her without a word. Aurelia, trembling, wrapped it around herself, the coarse wool a balm against both the cold and the sting of her humiliation.
“A… a most unfortunate incident, Your Highness,” Sir Thomas said, his voice still low. He offered her a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. She took it, his strength steadying her.
They walked back to the lodge in silence, the only sound the crunching of leaves underfoot. As he helped her into a dry gown, he never once looked at her with anything but respect. The incident, she realised, didn’t diminish her, not in his eyes.
The next day, the prank was discovered. Richard and his companions, faced with the righteous fury of King Edward, were appropriately punished. But what Aurelia remembered most was not the humiliation, nor the punishment of her tormentors, but Sir Thomas’s kindness. His quiet dignity in the face of her naked vulnerability had somehow restored a sense of her own. It was a lesson in true chivalry, far more valuable than any lesson learned in the gilded halls of the court. The embarrassment faded, replaced by a quiet understanding of strength, resilience, and the surprising grace that can be found even in the darkest of moments.
