Searched filled (plot taken)

[Revna]

I'm relooking for this plot as I really wish to do it. Was started but seemed to have lost interest and has stuttered to a close. Please look in my attached O/O's to see if we have similar on's and off's. That being said, please message me if you have any questions.

PLOT: MC finds out that she is secretly royalty after her father and his wife is brutally murdered. YC is the guard given to her to protect her against the still at large fiend who killed the royal family. MC's mother kept MC hidden from the world as the king made sure she had everything she could ever need and then some to keep his bastard child secrete. When MC finds out who she is, she basically sends her mother away and explores her new life one day at a time. Enjoying the power given to her by essentially sexually torturing her guard but what she wasn't expecting was him enjoying it. Now she can't help but see how far she can take it before getting caught or him finally using the safe word she gave him to throw in the towel. Will she make her guard tap out? Or is he just one night away from completely submitting to her and helping her gain all the power a king would without a husband? Maybe he never throws in the towel and she starts to love her guard?

First post and yes it will be copied and posted as is

"The King and Queen are dead! The King and Queen have been murdered!" A servant ran through the house screaming as they headed towards the church that was inside of the castle.

Banging open the doors, everyone of importance in the castle aside from the royalty themselves looked at the distressed servant with a deep frown. "King Rupert and Queen Deloris have been murder in their bed!" The servant seemed to be having a mental breakdown and a panic attack at the same time, their eyes darted around and wept openly; "I found them in their beds!"

The arch bishop attempted to calm the servant, "tell us everything."

Nodding, the servant quickly spoke in a nervous tone as they preyed to the gods above that they would believe them and not kill them on the off chance that they thought they were in fact the killer. "I went to wake them up, it is my job to do so. To wake them and get them ready for their day. I knocked first, as usual, but no one responded. Not even a grown. Concerned when not a noise was made, I opened the door quietly but it was horrifying! Blood every where!" They continued to weep as they used their arms to show the panic they were in.

Attempted to soothe the poor creature, the bishop nodded and softly hugged the servant and pat them on the back. "We will need to meet right away, the church is not meant for this. Let us leave and discuss what to do urgently. We shall prey afterwards," the people nodded and the bishop looked back at the servant, "calm yourself creature. We do not assume you have caused this dreadful event. Please round the servants in the dining hall. Have your fill of the breakfast made already and attempt to calm yourselves as these next few days will require a lot of you."

Gwendolyn O'Fair

Gwendolyn clicked her tongue softly and dug her heel into the horses side gently. Enough to urge it forward but not at all painful to the horse. The two were on her morning rounds, just needing the moment away from the farm and away from her mother. While she loved her motherly dearly, sometimes she drove her insane. The two had lived on the farm her whole life, her mother never let her leave. Not even when she needed to go to town to get supplies. Gwen was always stuck at the farm for whatever reason. This morning ride was the only freedom she had, even for a few moments. The horse puffed hard as it ran hard, she puffed as hard as the horse as she leaned and used all of her muscles to flatten herself to help the horse go faster.

As the house slowly came into view, she leaned back and clicked her tongue and lightly pulled on the reign to slow it down. Going down to a trot comfortably, she breathed slowly and lightly patted the horses neck. "Good boy," she puffed and lead the horse towards the small stables.

Once they were closer, she got off with a huff and patted the horse on it's neck again. Smiling brightly, she lead him to his stall and started to pick up the brush. The horse nickered as she began to clean him and calm down from the morning run. As he was brushed, the horse flickered his tail slightly as he happily munched on the oats she brought gave him as a treat for taking her on the daily run. Finally brushed out, she gave him an apple and started to muck his stall as her mother came over. "Gwen, do I have to tell you every morning that you're to stay on the farm?" Her mothers voice floated in before her physical presence.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes and huff a sigh, "and I tell you every morning that I will go crazy if I have no way to get away. You don't even take me to the market mother. The only thing I know is this farm and you, and this horse, and that cow and a handful of ungrateful chickens!" Her voice slowly raised until she was almost yelling by the time she finished speaking.

Just as her mother was about to start their daily fight, they could hear loud stomping as a group of horses came towards their farm. Gwen held her hand up and tried to look around her mother, who quickly side stepped and crossed her arms. "No way, you will stay here."

Without giving an option, her mother closed the bar doors and headed towards the group of what looked like soldiers. Half ignoring her mother, she quickly climbed up the ladder and into the loft and climbed towards the opening where they normally pull the hey into the loft for storage. Opening it a crack, she watched as her mother talked to the soldiers. She couldn't make out anything but her mother seemed to be yelling. Only loud blurs of sound made it to her, so she had no way of knowing what she was so upset about. Finally, she stilled, nodded, and pointed towards the barn. Gasping, she quickly closed the door and looked around quickly. Should she hide?

Just as she was trying to figure out what to do, her mother came in and cleared her throat. "Gwenny...I.....we need to talk..." Her mother sounded sad and nervous.

Sighing, Gwen came down the ladder. Her mother only using her nickname when she felt guilty about something or trying to make sure that she didn't fly of the handle in rage. "Who are they, what do they want?" She asked once on the ground and instead of answering, her mother pulled her close and hugged her tightly.

So tight that it made her hard to breath and she could feel the wetness of her mothers crying on her work shirt. "I never told you who your father was and now is the day that I have no choice, I cannot hide it from you anymore. We must go, we need to let them take you but first, let us pack a bit."

Gwen pulled away as if her mother suddenly burned her; "what do you mean take me?!"

Her mother stopped and looked at the ground ashamed. "When I was much younger, a man came through the village. He was so handsome and I fell quickly for him, I loved him so much in just a few days and thought he felt the same. We had a night and the next morning he told me who he was exactly and that the one night we shared would be the only night. I found out I was pregnant a few months later and I had you. I told him of course, I thought for even a moment that he might take you into his world and raise you there. I was wrong, but he did buy this farm with the deal that no one would ever find out about you."

Interrupting, she shook her head and put her hands up. "What are you talking about? Who is my father?" She had asked for years who her father was and her mother always shut everything down and begged her to stop asking just a year ago.

Gulping, her mother fidgeted. "Your father was the late King Rupert. He and his queen has died....murdered...and now you're the only heir to the thrown. I do not have a choice in this and neither do you I'm afraid. They will take you to the castle and train you to be royalty."

Gwen was shocked, beyond shocked as she gaped slightly unaware of what to say at this moment. Her life clicking into place with this piece of the puzzle that was her life. Frozen slightly, her mother slowly walked her to the house. The group of soldiers watched her, their future queen was in worker shirt, long baggy pants, and well worn leather booths. Her red auburn hair was back in a low pony tail and had a piece of hey sticking out of it due to her watching them come in. Her posture was slouched and there was not a single piece of her that looked like royalty. Sighing and looking away as they seemed to be judging her very lack of royalness, plus this has been the most people she has ever been around at one time.

Once inside, she grabbed a bag and only packed what she thought she could actually keep. Keepsakes and things she deemed important, she wasn't stupid enough to think they would allow her to keep any of her clothes. Still, she packed her favorite shirt, pants, and she took off her worn out leather boots just to put them in the bag as well. Her mother quickly got a bath ready and she took a cold bath, attempting to scrub the morning sweat off of her skin so she didn't smell horrible. Putting on the only dress she had and a pair of soft delicate shoes, she put on her Sunday best as the only time she was around people was at church or church events.

Once looking less like a farmers girl and a little more presentable, she grabbed her bag and went outside. Her mother and her had barely spoken a word since the barn and she simply didn't know what to talk about. She was still processing the information she had been given and even once outside and looking up at the soldiers, she frowned deeply. "Am I riding a horse the whole way?" Gwen couldn't help herself as she had never had to watch what she said or how she said it her entire life.

Her mother cleared her throat and blushed slightly, "sorry..."

Gwen just rolled her eyes and looked up at them expecting them to answer her question regardless of her mothers apology. The leader of the small group shook his head. "No, there is a carriage that should be here any moment. You and your mother will be riding in it. As well as your personal guard, your majesty."

As he finished, she could hear another small group of horses and the carriage that he spoke of which quickly was making its way towards them. Only slowing down as they were only a few feet away. Nodding, she waited until it stopped and simply opened the door. Which caused everyone to start muttering, which only caused her to sigh annoyed and getting into the carriage in hopes to make it all stop, even for a moment. Once inside, she looked up at her personal guard and sighed. "Are you going to say rude things too? Or look at me the way they do, because if so, kindly get out." Her voice and tone was loud and demanding.

Again, her mother blushed and she gaped slightly at her. "Gwendolyn! You cannot talk like that anymore! You need to be ready to be royalty and you may as well start now," she tried to control her own tone.

This caused her to glare at her mother and tsk'd, "They said he was my personal guard right? That means he may as well get used to who I am as a person, I can't play pretend every moment of every day mother. Especially now that everything is about to change and if I have to be princess every moment, I will go crazy and somehow I don't think they will want a crazy princess on their hands. So are you going to be like them or not?" She asked him pointedly and made it clear that she wasn't going to be giving up on her question any time soon.