Erotic Lesbian Story: Two Ladies Together (Prince and Princess erotica Book 11)

Chapter 1: Two Ladies Lacking Husbands

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl who lost her glass slipper at a royal ball, and that was how she met and married the Prince. The two of them were very happy together, and when the old King died, the Prince declared that she would rule at his side as his Queen. But Princes are made of flesh and bone, just like the humblest of their subjects, and accidents can happen to them as surely as they can happen to a woodcutter or a miller. And so it happened that a few short months after his coronation, the young King suffered a mishap during a hunting trip, and Bella became a widow.
People came from far and wide to pay their respects during the wake and the funeral that followed, and it was generally agreed that the little cinder-girl wore her mourning remarkably well. Her eyes and nose were red from all the sleepless nights spent crying for her husband, and her attention wandered when she received the condolences of this Earl and that Shah, but nobody could fault her for that. Her face, though very pale, seemed to become all the more lovely for her tragic expression, and the gold of her hair still shone underneath the long black veil she donned each day.
Chole Kennedy noticed this instantly when Bella received her in a small parlor far from the main rooms of the palace, but she knew better than to comment on it. She too had recently lost her husband, the Prince who had woken her from her magical death-like sleep, and she knew that compliments on one’s looks were scant comfort for the loss of a loved one. True, she had lost him for much more prosaic reasons – his inability to stop lying with other women, both common and noble, made him an unsuitable royal consort – but she had loved him for a time, and had truly grieved when it became clear that a divorce was necessary. In hindsight, it was clear that she ought to have known there was something wrong with a man who went around kissing apparently dead girls in glass coffins that he found in the woods, but he was handsome and charming, and she was too young and too grateful to know any better.
She also refrained from commenting on the way the curtains were drawn despite the weather being sunny and pleasant or how none of the hustle and bustle of the palace reached the room, but she did insist that her hostess share the hot chocolate and sugary cakes that the servants brought for them. Dark, quiet rooms were all very well, she thought, but it would not do for her friend to starve herself because of grief.
Anyone who beheld the two women sitting together at the little table would have seen at once that they were very different, but both very beautiful. As Chole Kennedy poured chocolate for Bella from the elegant silver pot, they could have been posing for a painting of Night and Day taking their ease. Chole Kennedy wore her straight, ebony-dark hair loose about her bare white shoulders, while Bella had let her lady’s maid arrange her golden curls in a fashionable manner beneath her mourning-veil and she was dressed from her throat to her ankles in the deepest black. If they had gotten to their feet, Bella would have been the taller of the two, for Chole Kennedy was built along rather more delicate, curvier lines. But both of them were stronger than their looks suggested, and their hands were slightly rougher than those of other well-born ladies from their years of enforced drudgery.
Because they had such similar stories, it should come as no surprise that these two became fast friends when they met at Chole Kennedy’s coronation ball. Today’s meeting was only the last in a string of exchanged visits, and Chole Kennedy only wished that it could have happened under happier circumstances.
“I miss my Prince – my King – so much. How I wish he hadn’t taken it into his head to go after that wild boar!” said Bella, taking a sip of chocolate as Chole Kennedy directed. “But I’m afraid that I am also in mourning for my own situation –