Sweetest Abike,
Very soon, I will pluck the flower of our love, and we will be together. Alas I am unable to come to you at the palace, but perhaps you could come to me. I will be waiting tonight at the Segun’s Palm Wine Joint. Find the blue rose and you will find your true love.
Kisses on all your pink parts,
Fayemi
“What does this one say?” asked Princess Lolade. She sounded a little bored.
“Ah… the usual stuff,” replied Princess Abike distractedly. Her heart was racing. He wanted to meet her! She suddenly felt nervous. What if he didn’t like her when they met in person?
“Oh, I ran into Prince Jibowu yesterday,” gushed Lolade. “He’s even more handsome than I remember.”
“Mmm hmm…” hummed Abike in disinterest. She was barely listening to her sister. All she could think about was Fayemi. Could she sneak out of the palace to see him? Maybe Niyi would help her? Although he would probably want another look at her boobs in return.
“He even talked to me,” continued Lolade. “He said my hair looked nice. Can you believe that?”
“Mmm,” mumbled Abike. She was imagining what it would feel like to kiss her handsome peasant. Would he take her behind the bar? What if he didn’t like the way she looked?
“Do you think he’ll ask me to dance next week?” asked Lolade.
“Mmm.” Would Fayemi be tall? Abike wondered if his eyes were piercing like she always imagined them to be. He would probably have a dashing smile, and he would have a strong jaw, she was sure of that, and the muscles on his arms…
“Abike!” snapped Lolade in irritation. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Huh? What?” Abike’s daydreams about handsome young peasants were interrupted. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
Lolade sighed. “Oh, never mind. I’m going to get back to my adire. You know, you really do need to give up on your peasant. There’s no future in it.”
Princess Abike nodded. “Yes, you’re definitely right.”
***
Princess Abike shivered as she hurried through the cold road towards Segun Palmwine Bar. She spotted the sign above the door.
Abike pushed her way through the front door and into the bustling bar, the air thick with drunken conversation and smoke from the roaring fireplace on the far side of the common room. The beautiful Princess shrugged off the hood of her dark cloak, revealing her shining hair as she looked anxiously around for her secret lover.
Abike’s breath caught in her throat as straight ahead of her stepped a tall young farmer. He had a strong jaw with a cute dimple in the middle.
Unfortunately, there was no blue rose though. The handsome commoner pushed past her as he headed for the door, barely giving her a second glance. Abike gave a disappointed sigh. Perhaps Fayemi had already left, and she was too late? Or maybe that had been him, but he had hidden his rose when he saw her.
Determined to look her best, Princess Abike pulled off her cloak. Beneath, she was wearing a basic, rough-spun dress that she had stolen from one of the maids back at the palace. After all, her disguise would be ruined if she wore one of her expensive silk or satin gowns.
The dress itself was very plain, but it fit her figure well, it clung to her narrow waist and was tight across her round ass. The bodice of the dress was far too small for Abike’s expansive bosom, though, and her large breasts were bulging up above the neckline even more than usual, but the effect did accentuate her magnificent cleavage in a most mouth-watering manner.
Abike flicked her hair back over her shoulder and sauntered sexily through the crowd of peasants drinking by the bar, determined to find her beloved Fayemi with his blue rose. On the off chance that Fayemi had already spotted her, Abike made sure to walk with a sexy sway to her shapely hips.
Standing at the far end of the bar was another likely looking Fayemi. He was tall and strong-looking and was looking in her direction with the dreamiest eyes that Abike had ever seen. The man was wearing a sleeveless leather vest that left his powerful-looking arms bare. They were rippled with muscle, and Abike assumed he was a hunter or something strong like that.
Princess Abike was about to approach the handsome young hunter when she noticed that he didn’t have a rose either. Before the curvy Princess could even sigh in disappointment she felt a hand on her ass.
“Hey!” she yelped in surprise as she felt her firm, round bum getting pinched.
Abike spun around to see a short, bearded man grinning at her. He was reasonably well dressed compared to the rest of the bar’s customers, probably a trader of some sort. He was quite a bit older than Abike, probably about fifty, her father, the king’s age.
“Hello there beautiful,” the trader said, his leering gaze dropping to her boobs, one eyebrow raising as he saw how tightly they were stuffed into the bodice of her dress, threatening to pop out if she breathed too hard. ” Nice breasts!”
Abike gasped in surprise, her hands lifting to cover, unsuccessfully, her enormous breasts. She had never had anyone so openly admire her, not even that guard Niyi.
“How about you and me head to the back for a little fun?” the man asked, he was grinning widely, licking his lips as his eyes took in the sight of Abike’s small, delicate hands, cupping her own huge boobs.
Abike quickly checked to make sure he wasn’t carrying a rose. “No, most definitely not!” She was actually greatly relieved to see he didn’t have a rose. Her Fayemi would never be crude like that. Nice breasts, indeed!
The man pouted a little from behind his bristly beard. “Aw, come on. I’ll make it worth your while.” he patted a pouch on his belt, and Abike heard the clinking of cowries.
“No!” Abike repeated, quickly hurrying away from the crude groper. Perhaps coming here had been a mistake.
The lovely princess was about to give up when she saw a rose on a table near the rear of the common room. Abike’s heart leapt into her throat, it was Fayemi! She was finally going to meet him in person. The peasant who had stolen her heart with his romantic letters was waiting for her.
Fayemi, however, wasn’t quite what Princess Abike had been expecting.
Were it not for the blue rose, Abike would probably have mistaken the man for a beggar. He was old, even older than the trader that had just accosted her, maybe even seventy. He was balding and rather fat, with a shadow of coarse grey stubble over his chin and cheeks and a rather unsightly black birthmark on his bald forehead. He was dressed in what looked like dirty brown rags, and he was clutching a cup of palm wine in front of him.
As Princess Abike paused, staring in surprise at the old man, he spotted her.
“Abike?” he exclaimed, standing up and looking back at the Princess in open admiration.
Princess Abike wasn’t sure how to react. She was finally seeing her true love in person, but…he wasn’t anything like she had imagined.
The old man was gesturing urgently at Abike to come and sit with him, but she remained frozen, staring silently at the old beggar.
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