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  Daddy King

  Celia Crown

  Copyright © 2019 by Celia Crown

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are from the author's imagination or folklore, legends, and general myths.

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  Contents

  Daddy King

  WARNING

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue

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  Daddy King

  by Celia Crown

  Mina

  Growing up with the princess of Ennis East means I’m her handmaid and servant, I’m with her all day and sometimes night time too. We have been best friends since birth, and she is the only person who understands me. When her eighteenth birthday comes, it is her time to meet her future husband under the arranged marriage contract. She’s scared, and I did not volunteer to be ‘princess’ for the day to meet him.

  I was delegated, very reluctant may I add, and I met with him.

  I also met the King of Sosis South, Leon. A warrior at heart and body. He’s huge. He’s hard. Oh, he’s definitely hard. And he wants to marry me, and I don’t know how to tell him that I’m not royalty.

  Too bad he’s not listening.

  Leon

  My councils have been pushing the notion of marriage onto for a while now. I do not want a wife, and never will I have a second look to those flaunting women. I have ruled my kingdom with my own iron fists, I have no remorse when I crush the hopes of many who seek my position.

  Then there she was. The most beautiful forbidden fruit I have ever seen. Absolutely too young, mouthwatering ripe, and adorably shy. A little on the smaller side, but anyone next to me is a midget.

  I see the way men stare at her, wanting to get their hands on that tempting little body, but she’s mine.

  I just have to get rid of that pesky fiancé of hers.

  I’m a better fit for that title, as her husband and baby Daddy. Crowned as King, I have the skills and experience to conquer, and that little mousy kitten is meant for me to dominate.

  WARNING : This is a DD/lg story. Take a seat and enjoy this happy ending!

  To all the Littles at heart.

  Chapter One

  Mina

  “Are you sure this is okay?”

  I look down on the bright red dress hugging my body, it’s smooth as it slides on my thighs and silky around the crumbled fabric in my fingers. I step off the stool and turn away from the full-length mirror, I have never felt something as flawless as this dress.

  “Don’t worry, you are gorgeous,” Helena smiles, eye crinkling in brilliance as she takes my hands in her soft ones.

  “It’s your dress,” I point out.

  She’s a princess that defies the royalty standards; there isn’t any tutoring on how to walk with books on top of her head or any table mannerism with ten silverwares. Helena is a bright girl with a strong need for independence, which is why I’m the one in her dress for the ball.

  Her fiancé had been arranged into a marriage with her and she doesn’t care much about love, it’s materialistic to her so she rather tests her future husband to see what his true character is. It’s better to see from a third person’s perspective as he wouldn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his fiancée.

  Helena had turned eighteen last week, giving her ample time to plan this strategic meeting. By the contract, she is to be married within a year of her eighteenth birthday.

  I turned eighteen today, and this is my birthday present from her. Being roped into a scheme of testing her real future husband. I hope I don’t get in trouble for this because royalties have much more power than any government officials and it’s frightening to know what they can do.

  I’m simply a lowly servant who has been the caretaker of Helena as soon as I’m able and competent to understand orders. The Ennis Kingdom is located on the land of the East, the King and the Queen are very accommodating leaders; they treat their servants with dignity and I’m lucky to be born into this territory as my mom was the Queen’s handmaid until she had passed from birth complications. My father was gone before I was born, the whispers around the castle speak ill of him as he had abandoned my mom. From the stress of being a father or he didn’t want my mom or some other reason, but he never reached out to me.

  I let it go, I don’t know him and I’m not at all curious about his reasoning. I have no feelings for a man who was a sperm donor, he had years to come back and he didn’t.

  I’m not going to lie that a small part of me wants to know the reason behind his departure.

  He’s alive or dead, I have no way of knowing.

  If I dare to say, the Ennis family had taken me in as their second daughter and I’m grateful for their support. I love working for them, it’s the only thing I know how to do. Helena had been my best friend and sister from another mother; we were inseparable from birth and our love for each other only grows more.

  We’re the complete opposite; she is bright and outgoing, a rebellious streak in her while I’m shy and quiet, keeping to myself with a strong love for reading. All the free time that I don’t spend with Helena goes to the dedication of the books in my room.

  “Mina,” Helena giggles evilly and I gulp nervously, “Lift your leg out.”

  This scandalously revealing dress is not appropriate for a princess and yet she chooses to go against royalty ideals; royal women are more conservative than the majority of the female population, Helena happens to be a princess in love with mainstream fashion.

  I hesitate with a blush on my cheeks, this is way out of my comfort zone and I’m too exposed from the sleeveless crimson dress.

  “I can’t!” I squeak, fidgeting the dress.

  My breasts are nearly hanging out from the cups and I had to shove them back in, but Helena smacks my hands away and pushes more cleavage out.

  “No more touching,” she scowls, “Let’s see if my future husband is a dog.”

  “You shouldn’t call him that.”

  This man that I’m going to meet is her future husband and maybe the future king of the Ennis Kingdom, that is if Helena doesn’t find the competition in running for the crown herself. Knowing her nature, her fiery will to win at everything will steer her to wring that crown out of her fiancé’s hands.

  I steady my breathing and shake away from the clamminess in my shoulders, rubbing away the trail of goosebumps only gives way for another rush of shivers.

  “If he likes you, then maybe he can be your prince.” Helena clips on her necklace, hanging below her collarbone with a nod to her satisfied appearance to the mirror.

  She knows about my nightly routine of fairy tale reading before bed, it fulfills my inner little girl that I might have a chance to be taken care of and that someone would sweep me off of my feet. Wishful thinking on my part, no one would want a poor orphaned girl with no value to her name.

  A real-life prince would want a beautiful woman like Helen
a; strong-willed and the ability to rule the kingdom with her intelligence and utter support from her people. She understands politics and has given her thoughts into several topics that are absolutely mind-boggling to comprehend for people with no training to deal with half-truths.

  “He wouldn’t want me.” I laugh softly, slipping on the high heels under my weak ankles as I wobble slightly.

  Helena stables me with her hands, “Have you seen yourself?”

  “Have you seen yourself? He’d fall in love with you in a heartbeat.” I smooth down the up-do of her hair, it’s a style with knots and twists of a strikingly complicated hairstyle.

  I’m Helena’s personal maid with a background in every aspect of beauty as her style is always changing. I’m a jack of all trades and master of none, I know the basics but if she asks me to do anything more difficult than a fish braid then I have to study with ten different sources.

  “Are you sure your majesties are okay with me doing this?” I hesitantly look up from the ground.

  Helena smacks her glossy lips and tips her chin up in the mirror beside me, I steer my eyes towards the reflection with the both of us as we are the only ones in this massive room. She doesn’t allow anyone in here, she has confidence in me to help her because all the other servants have conservative views on how she should dress to meet her fiancé.

  “What they don’t know won’t hurt them,” she said, extending her hand over to my shoulder to run those long fingers into my curls.

  My pale skin stands out from the black strands, my eyes are a shade of light blue. Pictures of my mom show her eyes to be a beautiful hue of brown with her black hair, my blue eyes can only come from my dad’s side.

  From what I can gather about this ball is that it will only be the princesses and princes, with the exception that the King of the South and the Queen of the West Kingdom. The ball is designed to find suitors for marriage, the two crowned royalties are the only ones without marital status.

  I’m sheltered from the outside world, and Helena has no interest with the other nations so it leaves me knowing little to nothing about the life outside of the walls of the Ennis castle.

  Many people speculate that the stunning Queen would marry the ruthless King.

  A woman who ruled her kingdom with her wits and brilliance that her armor on the battlefields shine with the blood of her enemies, riding into the front of the fields to protect her soldiers from taking any harm that she can prevent.

  A man who fought beasts and faced the god of death with sadism leering in his eyes, tearing down the fortifications to crush his enemy’s throat with his bare hand. Standing in the victory that crowns him the most vicious tyrant of nations, striking fear of a war raging between a single man and innocent kingdoms.

  They might cancel each other out and bring peace to the neighboring lands.

  On the other hand, it’s a war that no one wants to think about if they hate each other.

  I hear the descriptions of those two majesties around the castle, I just thought they were exaggerating. I mean, they painted me a picture of medieval times from their overactive imaginations. Words travel and words get mingled, one little sentence from someone and it gets turned into a stigma around the King and Queen.

  Everyone is terrified to meet them.

  I don’t blame them, I wouldn’t want to see a glimpse of the majesties just to save me the punishment for breathing.

  “Come on, we need to sneak out.” Helena clacks her heels on the ground, turning to see her butt jiggle in the thin material of her glittering burgundy gown.

  If she stood out too much, then her fiancé might not look at me and that would mean her plan would go down the drain.

  “You’re a princess, you can walk out the front door.” I remind her.

  Her eyebrows shoot up, “Why are you ruining the fun? You need the excitement to ease your nerves.”

  I laugh softly, “Oh, this is for me?”

  Helena clicks her tongue, “Maybe I have been planning on a home invasion scenario, there’s no harm in trying it in my own home.”

  “The point of home invasion is to invade a home, not break out one.”

  She scolds, strolling with eased steps to the door. I struggle to catch up to her in these ridiculously high heels, my short height with heels doesn’t match up to her graceful frame. Lean and lethal, her muscles shift and curve in the lights of the room as her beautifully tanned skin glows healthily.

  If I tried to tan, I’d go from tomato red to hash brown gold. I don’t color evenly, I can proudly say that I would rather blend into a slab of drywall than to be burnt under the sun. Aloe Vera can’t soothe my skin as they are more sensitive to pain and I bruise easily, my light skin clings onto any color. Blotchy brown seems to be their favorite.

  “Please slow down!” I steady myself with the doorframe, managing to catch myself before I break my ankles.

  I am Bambi.

  Admiring women in heels as it accentuates their legs and makes their posture longer for a pleasing form is not the same as actually wearing a pair. The fit is perfect, the color of nude matches my skin because Helena had it custom made. I know from the bottom of my heart that this pair of shoes is a jab to my height, the nude color would extend my legs so they would look longer than it does.

  I don’t want to catfish her future husband with these fake legs.

  Too late now, she had bribed me with the series of books that I have been wanting to read. It is a bribe and a present on my birthday, this girl has everything calculated to the smallest details.

  “Don’t slouch and chin up!” she pops my jaw on her fingers and makes me look into her eyes.

  “Please don’t make me do this,” I beg her, wishing she would change her mind and just meet her fiancé by herself.

  I silently cry for the book that I had bookmarked from last night that would be abandoned until tomorrow evening.

  “In a sea of prickly girls and narcissistic boys, you might snag a wild Alaskan salmon.”

  I follow her down the long hall, I pick my feet up so the heels don’t make a noise. I look over to the large rows of windows, my reflection is hilarious; I look like a cartoon thief with my tiptoeing behind the homeowner to steal her jewels.

  “I don’t want to be a fisherman,” I mumble, hunching over a bit as a cold breeze brush my skin.

  All the staffs have dinner at this time so the halls are left unsupervised; the King and Queen have retreated to their quarters for the night after their dinner with Helena. I had dinner in the dressing room, proper etiquette forbids any food and drink that is not consumed in the dining hall, but as I have said, Helena is a rebel.

  “You might catch a King Leon.”

  Speaking the name of the king that rules the southern territories scares me.

  His reputation is not to be taken lightly.

  I hope I don’t have the pleasure of running into him at the ball with hundreds of fancy royalties.

  Chapter Two

  Leon

  Pretty little girl.

  Blood red gown fitting her small body like a glove, wrapping her in a sheet of temptation as her dainty ankles struggle from the heels. Those locks of raven hair tousled and fluffed, waiting for my big hands to fist in them and those skittish blue eyes darting left and right with pink lips wobbling in fear.

  I silently sneer down the innocence radiating off her young body, way too young to be donned into a scandalous dress that is clearly not made for her.

  Snapping my glare over to the crowd of men peering at her, leering at her supple body with their sleazy gaze. Those who felt my presence shrivel up like a bunch of cowards and those who are foolish enough to ignore my silent warning will receive my fist within the next seconds.

  I saw another woman in a burgundy dress and a man in a simple suit talk to her, I wasn’t close enough to read what they were saying. I had every intention of avoiding human contact and my unapproachable scowl had successfully deterred many interested women.
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br />   I’m here by myself, I don’t need a guard to protect me when I can take down the best assassins that were hired to kill me. Greed is a very sinful motivator for those who want my position as King of Sosis, the southern territories are all under my control.

  I am a tyrant.

  Running my kingdom however I see fit is up to my discretion, the council is there for appearance. They can oppose all they want but if I were to go to war with another nation, they better be ready. Every single resident in Sosis is free to leave the nation, and for some unfathomed reason, foolish men continue to follow me.

  Maybe they want to keep their notoriety, or they know that I can demolish any kingdom I want.

  “Who are you.” it’s a demand that has my little girl’s shoulders jumping in shock.

  She throws her eyes up at mine and tries to stifle down her squeal of fright, but it’s too late, I heard it and the darkness curls in my stomach. Her fear is delicious, thickening my cock with just one doe-eyed look.

  “U-um—” she shakes, jiggling her perky tits in that fucking dress that I want to rip from her small body and fit my hips between her legs.

  There’s a tighter place that I would rather fit in.

  “Answer me,” I growl.

  Her big blue eyes are glossy, damn near tears as her lips tremble.

  “M-Mina, your majesty.”

  Fuck, such a sweet voice as she smells just as good. Standing so close to her enables me to take in the details of her face and intake as much of her scent as I want, I just know how soft her body is going to be.

  There’s a flash of something in her face before she gasps and coughs, “W-wait, I mean Helena. Yeah, I’m Helena.”

  “Do not lie to me, little girl.” my height shadows her small frame, I itch to make her obey me by wrapping my hand around her throat, but I also want to tuck her into my arms and make her stop shaking so damn much.