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THE GILDED CAGE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on November 8, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE GILDED CAGE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPTER 3 - The prince and groom secret encounters
Back in the castle, Jakobus and Johann could no longer enjoy the freedom and intimacy they had had at the Retreat, but they had not to cease making love as Jakobus had feared. And it was there at the castle that Johann could point out to his cousin a kitchen boy and a page.
"Do you see? Those two like making love with males."
"Really? How can you know? Did you make love with them?"
"No, never."
"They told you?"
"No, no."
"So how, then?"
"It is their way of looking. Notice how their glance lingers more on a nice boy than on a nice girl. And not only that, notice also how when they look at a beautiful boy, their eyes linger on the basket between their legs or on their ass much more than on other parts of the body..."
"It doesn't seem so..."
"Pay attention. Without their realizing, observe them and see that I am right... From the way they look you can understand that both of them like and are more interested in males than in females."
To Jakobus, observing not only this pair's looks but also of the others in general, became a kind of secret game. And he noticed that his cousin was often right - there were those who looked at everybody in a neutral way, others who lingered more with their eyes on the women, and mainly on their breasts, and again others who looked more at men, and mainly on the two parts that his cousin had told him.
"Johann, but then also the coachman is so..."
"Oh, it could be, but he is old and ugly, so I never paid attention."
"I have noticed he always looks between the boys' legs, especially when he happens to pass near the kitchen boy..."
"Well, the kitchen boy is the one with the most generously full basket, I can understand he could like it..." Johann commented, cunningly.
The days in the castle also elapsed fast, even too fast. Count Stefan came back from his diplomatic mission and again stopped for a night at the castle. On the following day he would escort the prince to the capital, to the Palace.
That last night Johann, passing like the other times under the eaves, knocked at the window of Jakobus' room which he, waiting for him, ran to open for him.
"Oh, come in!"
"Did you lock the door with the key?"
"Of course."
Johann nimbly and silently slipped inside the room and closed the window behind him, without the least noise. The two boys were at once one in each other's arms and kissed.
"The last time, Johann... who knows until when..."
"Yes, but you will find somebody there at court. You know how to do so now, don't you?"
"It will be really difficult. With guards, pages, lackeys, waiters I am never alone. I will miss you." Jakobus murmured taking off his cousin's night shirt and bending to suckle his nipples.
Johann gently pushed him towards the bed.
"In one year, I will almost surely come to serve at the court, Jakobus, so then we'll meet quite often..."
"Meet, yes. Withdraw together, I doubt we can..." the boy sadly said.
Johann took off his cousin's night shirt and held him to himself, caressing his buttocks and brushing his shaft against Jakobus' erection.
"Tonight we will enjoy ourselves, don't think about anything else..." he murmured sweetly.
On the following day, just before the official leave taking, Johann gave him a gold pendant representing a crown crossed by a sceptre. "Take this pendant as a lucky charm. Keep it on you always."
"A crown and a sceptre? A wish for when I will be king?"
"If you want you can say that to the others. In reality the sceptre represents the virile member and the crown the butt, the butt hole... This is a symbol of love between men, as a souvenir of our nights." Johann said with a crafty smile.
Jakobus nodded and at once attached it to his belt.
After he parted from his uncle, aunt and cousins, he climbed into the coach with count Stefan and they set off.
During the journey, the count asked him, "Your Highness took advantage of this sojourn?"
"Oh yes, count, a very good profit. Much more than I could have guessed."
"Good. Your Highness should now resume the studies..."
"Certainly. Did you diplomatic mission achieve the hoped result?"
"I shall report to the King your father." The man answered dryly.
Jakobus looked in his eyes, without saying a word. The count shifted his eyes away and looked out of the window at the panorama that was rapidly flowing past.
"You are married, count, aren't you?" then Jakobus asked.
The man looked at him, somewhat surprised by the question. "Yes, and you know my spouse, she is one of the ladies in waiting of Her Majesty the queen Margaretha."
"Yes... But... don't you have children?"
"No."
"And why?" the boy asked.
"Our Lord didn't bless our union with the grace of a heir..." the man curtly answered.
"Evidently you are not praying enough to Our Lord!" the boy said in a reproaching tone, giggling in his heart at the perplexed expression of the man.
He had possibly found a way to get at him.
Back at the court, Jakobus met Stefanie and Friedrich who overwhelmed him with questions about his month at their cousins' home. Jakobus told them everything, keeping silent only about the sex he had with his cousin.
"Ah, it must have been wonderful" Friedrich exclaimed.
"Yes, really splendid. Another world, an extraordinary world. And I learned plenty of things..." Jakobus said with a dreamy expression that told his siblings more than any description.
He resumed his studies, his activities following rigidly the set schedule. The change was large but Jakobus was jealously keeping inside his heart the memory of the month he spent with his cousin, and this was now giving him the strength to be more serene.
But now, at night in his wide bed, he was feeling even more lonely that before and the sole, partial relief was to masturbate, recalling the splendid nights passed with Johann. But a problem arouse - if the pages would now find the stains of his seed not once in a while but every night... they would certainly understand, they would surely talk about it... So he took the habit to masturbate only when he was in the toilet, so to not leave any trace of his new activity.
And when his confessor asked him if he was playing with his "pudenda", he sincerely answered "no, father" because he knew that it was not a game, but something more serious and beautiful.
Also at court, Jakobus had started examining the glances of all the men who, in a way or another, attracted him. And after a few months he got the impression that one of the grooms called Lukas (he was now learning the names of all the staff as he had resolved to do), a handsome young man of twenty-three, had exactly "that way" of looking. Thus he decided he had to try with him. The problem was to be able to be alone with him long enough. Finally, after he was sixteen, he succeeded.
After the usual riding lesson, and he had taken his bath, he went back to the stable on some pretext and saw that Lukas was putting away the harness of his horse.
"Your name is Lukas, isn't it?" he asked him.
"Yes, Your Highness."
"How long are you serving here as a groom?"
"For seven years, Your Highness."
"You were then of my actual age." Jakobus said.
"Yes, Your Highness."
"You were a boy but now you are a handsome young man. The livery suits you very much, it brings out the pleasant shapes of your body..."
The young man looked at him without understanding, a little surprised for that compliment.
"And especially your tight knee-breeches..." Jakobus added looking straight between his thighs, then to his eyes and again between his thighs, and noticed that the groom was blushing slightly.
Jakobus hinted a smile, the young man was starting to get the sense of his message.
"It seems that you are well built... everywhere."
"Your Highness is embarrassing me... You are too kind..."
"Oh no, I would like being... endowed like you."
"At your age, I too was more... modestly endowed."
"Really? Then can I hope to gradually develop... like you?" Jakobus asked, and lightly brushed on the basket between the young man's thighs.
The groom blushed more visibly than before, but didn't move away. Jakobus then touched him in a more daring way...
"You are really well furnished. Feel me, instead..."
"But... Highness, I could never dare..."
"Yes, you can. Nobody sees us, here. Touch me..."
"Your Highness is making fun of me..." the young man weakly protested, embarrassed both by the boy's request and for his hand now openly fondling him.
"It's hardening, Lukas..." the boy, pleased, murmured.
"If you touch me like this..." the groom excused himself, in a low voice. More and more embarrassed.
"Mine has become hard even though you haven't yet touched it. Don't you like how I'm touching you?"
"It is not that, Your Highness..."
"Touch me, you too... it would please me..."
"But, Your Highness..."
Jakobus then took a hand of the groom and guided it on his own hardness. Lukas for a moment seemed to resist, but then his hand animated and fingered, lightly and shyly, the boy's erection.
"You feel? It is hard for you, Lukas..."
The young man shuddered lightly but his hand became more daring and insisting.
"Lukas, wouldn't you like to withdraw with me?"
"Oh, Your Highness... it would be dangerous..."
"But would you like to?"
"If Your Highness would really be pleased... yes."
"Yes, Lukas, I would really be pleased."
"But it is not possible, Your Highness. Somebody could come at any moment and..."
"Not here, not now. But I will find a way. I desire you, Lukas."
"Your Highness confounds me... and honours me..."
"I will let you know, yes. I will find a way." Jakobus said, satisfied and parted from the groom.
He looked again between his thighs and smiled noticing how the basket was now much more visible and prominent than before. He smiled to the young man who returned a half, hesitant smile. Then Jakobus went quickly out of the stable going towards the Palace.
He had to find a way to withdraw with that Lukas. He should have a ripe body, virile, and Jakobus thought it had to be exciting. And also a good sized member. And also he liked him...
For some days he could not find a good solution. He met Lukas again but they could only exchange a conspiratorial look. Then he managed to be alone with Lukas for a few minutes.
Besides caressing him again between his thighs, he asked him, "Where do you sleep, Lukas?"
"In the servants' quarters, Your Highness..."
"In night time, can you come here in the stable without being seen?"
"I think so, Your Highness."
"And from here you can easily go into the park without problems, can't you?"
"Well, passing through the manège gate, then jumping over the low gate that is shut at night with a padlock... But we servants are forbidden to enter the park, and the patrol does a round passing there too..."
"Between one patrol round and the next, you can enter without being seen..."
"It is very dangerous for me... If you could come here, in the stables... possibly..."
"For me, at night time it would be much easier go to the park, I think, than to come here. Do you know where the gazebo is?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Nearby there is the old abandoned cabin. Couldn't you wait there for me?"
"I don't know... I can try. When?"
"On Thursday night. My page on duty is old Rudolf. He snores when he is asleep. When I hear his snores, I can climb out from the window..."
"Good lord! It would be so risky, Your Highness!"
"No, I discovered I can climb down keeping myself in the wisteria and so I can reach the park. But in the evening, when I undress, the page takes away all my clothes. I can't go out in my night shirt - besides being uncomfortable, I would be much too visible... I have to find other clothes, not light ones..."
"Do you want me to get them? Simple clothes, servants clothes... if Your Highness would not feel offended..."
"I would come even naked, if I could..."
The young man smiled, "I'll get them for you. Would you manage to take them back with you?"
"I will find a way. Thank you, Lukas."
"It's my duty, Your Highness..." the young man answered, bowing.
They were not able to meet that Thursday. But Jakobus managed to smuggle to his room the breeches and workshirt that Lukas got for him. And finally, one night, they could meet in the old cabin in the park.
"Lukas? Are you here?" the boy asked, excited, entering into the dark cabin.
"Yes, I'm here, Your Highness." The young man answered in a low voice, and a hand brushed the prince.
Jakobus took it and they drew near without seeing each other, but pushed one against the other. Jakobus raised his hands, took the groom's face and kissed him on the mouth. The young man at once returned the kiss. The contact with the strong body of the groom provoked a long shudder of pleasure in the boy.
"Oh, Lukas, at last..."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Can you call me just Jakobus, when we are alone." The prince said caressing the throbbing erection of the young man through his clothes.
"Yes, Jakobus. You're aroused too ..." Lukas said, feeling between his thighs.
"Let's undress, Lukas, I want to make love with you. God, I've been desiring it for so long!"
"Yes, come here... Last night I carried a horse cover, a flint and a lamp here. If you like I can get some light."
"Can't it be seen from outside?"
"No, I checked last night and from outside no light escapes."
"Light the lamp, then. I would like seeing you naked, finally." The boy murmured, more and more aroused.
The groom struck the flint and lit the small oil lamp. Jakobus, with pleasure and a quiver of emotion, saw desire shine in the eyes of the handsome young man.
"Let's undress, Lukas, quick!"
"Yes..."
They hurriedly undressed, without losing sight of the other.
"My god, Lukas, you have hairs on the chest and on the legs..."
"Don't you like them?"
"On the contrary! You have a really virile, beautiful body. And a member... wonderful!"
The young man smiled, pleased and said, caressing him with his eyes, "And you have a sweet and smooth and beautiful hairless body, delightful! You are young but really beautiful. And you'll grow up to be a beautiful man."
Jakobus laid down on the cover and pulled the handsome groom on top of him.
"Make love with me, Lukas."
"How would you like doing it, Jakobus?"
"In every way. Do what you like best, and I too will do what I like best."
"You are my lord..."
"No, I am just a boy now; we are just two males greedy for love."
The young man nodded and began caressing and kissing the youth and fresh body under him. His hands were rough, compared to those of Johann, and yet Lukas was using them with tenderness, almost as if was afraid he could spoil something delicate and precious. Lukas was burning with passion for the boy who was offering himself to him, but he restrained, controlled himself, a little out of deference and a little for a kind of instinctive respect for such a young boy.
Gradually Jakobus managed to turn under him, until he could take the hard rod of the groom in his mouth.
"Oh, Jakobus!" the young man panted, and without a thought, took in his mouth the hard stake of the boy.
Jakobus was not able to contain all of the massive erection of the beautiful groom in his mouth, but just two thirds of it. But he worked it with greedy passion, giving to the young man wonderful sensations that he tried to return, devoting himself to the boy.
"Take me, Lukas..." the prince murmured.
"I'm not too big for you? I wouldn't harm you..."
"I don't care, take me!"
"If you feel pain, tell me." Lukas said with a hoarse voice.
He had the boy go on all fours and went to carefully wet his little hole with saliva. Jakobus was all a quiver in anticipation. Lukas desired to take him; he caressed his small and firm ass, and was strongly aroused, but he feared to harm him, therefore when the tip of his mace rested on the little hole, he hesitated.
"Push, Lukas." The boy begged.
"Yes, but... I don't want to hurt you..."
"Push, please."
The young man started to push. Jakobus felt he was opening wide and sighed happily. Lukas stopped, tense, timorous.
"No, go on, you are not giving me pain. Push!"
Lukas pushed further. Now Jakobus was starting to feel some pain - it was really big.
"Oh, Lukas, I like, but..."
"Do you want me to pull out?"
"No, not yet. I have just to get used to you. Stay so, still..."
Lukas had to make an effort, but did it willingly. His rough hands caressed, sweet and delicate, the boy's chest and belly.
"I like, Lukas... Try to push some more... Ouch! No, stop... Oh, I am sorry Lukas, but it is really too big..."
"I'll pull out..."
"Not yet. I don't think I could manage, this time, to receive it all."
"It's not important, you don't need to. You have to enjoy it, Jakobus, not to suffer..."
"Sooner or later we will manage, won't we?"
"If you want, but... I'll now pull out."
"It could be better..." the boy answered with real regret.
Lukas slipped out. Jakobus turned, they embraced and kissed with desire.
"Would you like entering inside me? I can take it without problems, if you like it, I am used to..."
"And mine is not too big..." the prince nodded.
"Do you want to take me?"
"Yes, Lukas, I would like to."
The groom assumed the position, letting the boy guide him.
"Don't worry, you will not harm me, Jakobus. Take me!" the young man said, offering himself with a smile of real pleasure.
The young prince sank into him at the first attempt, without difficulty.
"Oh, Lukas, it's good... it's good, isn't it?"
"Sure. Fuck me, now. Yes, so.. hard... harder... so... so..." the young man murmured enjoying the boy's thrusts.
Jakobus let himself go in a kind of fast gallop, filled with rapture. Lukas was meanwhile masturbating rapidly, a smile filled with pleasure in his eyes and on his lips.
The groom's channel was less tight that that of Johann, but Jakobus felt it soft, warm, wrapping and welcoming. To possess that handsome, virile body was giving him a sense of almost wild joy that seemed to increase his own virility.
"You like taking me?"
"Yes, Lukas, very much. And you?"
"I too do. You are a real colt, a thoroughbred. Who knows how many males you have ridden in spite of your young age."
"Oh no, you are just the second one."
"Only the second one? And you are so skilled already?" the young man exclaimed.
Jakobus was pleased. He went on vigorously moving in and out of that pleasurable love channel. It was different from with Johann, but just as exciting. The pleasure was relentlessly increasing, stroke after stroke. Jakobus could feel that also the groom was enjoying that passionate union, and this increased his pleasure.
"Oh, Lukas... I feel... I'm, almost... coming!"
"I too, Jakobus, I too..."
"Lukas... oh, Lukas... Lukas I'm coming... coming... coming..." the boy panted unloading with strong pushes into the handsome young man.
The groom also reached his orgasm and on instinct made his anus spasm, so increasing his prince's pleasure.
"Don't still slip out; stay on top of me so, it's much nicer..." Lukas murmured, panting.
"Alright..." Jakobus whispered, letting himself relax on the strong body of his companion.
After a while they slowly loosened their embrace.
"Are you happy, Jakobus?" then the young man asked.
"Yes, very happy. It has been good. And you?"
"It has been good for me too. You are a hot-blooded lover, Jakobus!"
"Well you heated my blood. But I am sorry I wasn't able to receive you inside me."
"Never mind. I'm too big for you."
"Will you make love with me again?"
"If you want it... it will be a honour for me."
"A honour? I... I hoped it was a pleasure, for you."
"Oh, yes of course, also a pleasure, I assure you!"
While they were dressing again, Jakobus asked him, "Did you make love with many men?"
"Well, yes... I can really say so."
"Who taught you to make love with men?"
"Taught? Do you mean the first man I did it with?"
"Yes, exactly."
"Oh, it was almost ten years ago. My father owns an inn. It was a passing guest, a lord. My father that night told me to go to the lord's room and put myself under his orders and to do anything the lord asked me to do. So I knocked at the door of his room and went in. He told me to undress and go on the bed. He too undressed, came on top of me and took me... he fucked my little ass."
"Your father sent you to him?" Jakobus asked, almost unbelieving.
"Yes, sure."
"But... he didn't know what that guest wanted to do you..."
"He knew it very well. In fact after that night he often sent me in the guests rooms. They paid my father, to have me in their beds at night..."
"They paid?" Jakobus asked with wide eyes.
"Of course. That's why my father sent me to them. That way he increased his earnings."
"But you... did you like it?"
"With some guest I did and sometimes very much. With others a little or not at all. And then with those I was just waiting for them to finish before going back to my straw bed... Then one day the Superintendent of the Palace Stables stopped at my father's inn. He loved taking me so much, that he paid my father a large sum asking him to allow me to come to work here at the Palace."
"The Superintendent of the Stables?"
"Not the present one, the one before. So I came to work here as a groom, and I was his steady bed-boy... When he became ill and had to leave his charge, he didn't take me with him but left me here. For a while I didn't it with anybody. Until a new stable-boy was hired... and after a few days we started to have sex..."
"You still do it with that stable-boy?"
"Yes, rather often."
"But he... does he know about us?"
"No, god forbid! I would never talk about you with a living soul, that's obvious!"
"And... is he better than me in making love?"
"No. He doesn't kiss on the mouth... nor elsewhere. He only loves to be fucked by me, nothing else. But I like doing it..."
They parted. Jakobus furtively went towards the Palace. He hid waiting for the patrol doing its round, then climbed up the wisteria, silently entered his room and slipped behind the bed curtains. Here he took off his humble clothes and hid them behind the bed-head. He put on his night shirt and went under the sheets.
He had enjoyed Lukas. He was a really handsome young man. He recalled the story he had told him - having to go to bed with men he didn't like, which seemed to him weird, ugly behaviour. He had no reasons to doubt the young man's story. And the thought that it had been his father who pushed him to do that, seemed even more weird and ugly. He recalled the strong and slightly hairy body of his handsome groom, and his member, big and beautiful even at rest...
"Ah, if I could be free to make love with Lukas as I did with Johann up there at the Retreat!" Jakobus thought while he was falling asleep.
He couldn't manage to withdraw with the handsome Lukas as often as he would have liked, but they could renew their love-making just once a week or ten days. He had tried several times to be penetrated by Lukas, but he could not receive it inside himself, because of the pain. Lukas in the end insisted on stopping trying.
"Jakobus, it isn't necessary. I very much like just to be penetrated by you. And then, as you know, with the stable boy I can only penetrate him, therefore I'm happy like this. Really!"
Jakobus yielded so he often made Lukas enjoy his mouth. He liked the sourish and musky taste of the young man. What he liked was not only the love-making with the virile groom, but also their chatting after making love. Lukas narrated to him in detail some of his adventures, both sexual and otherwise, and Jakobus listened to him with pleasure. He asked him a thousand questions, so discovering a thousand details of a royal subject's life, a thousand aspects that he didn't know about, that he didn't even suspect.
They had gradually reached a level of familiarity that Jakobus enjoyed very much. At times, when they met, alone, in the stables, Lukas whispered something like, "I would really like sucking your beautiful pole now, do you know?" and Jakobus giggled, amused and excited. Or else, "Tell me the truth, instead of riding this black horse, you would prefer riding me, there in the park, under the sun..." "Oh yes, you bet!" the prince answered, becoming aroused just at that thought.
Also the secrecy of their encounters added to the pleasure. So their story went on and strengthened for about seven months. But one night, while each of them was going back to his lodging, Jakobus heard voices shouting, "Halt! Who goes there?"
The boy hid in a flower bed and heard the groom answer aloud, "I'm Lukas, the groom!"
"What are you doing here, at this time of night?"
"I could not fall asleep, so I came out for a short walk..."
"You know that the servants are forbidden to enter the park without authorization, don't you?"
"Well, it's night, there is nobody. I didn't think I was doing something wrong..."
"Follow us at the guard post. The sergeant will decide if you did wrong or not."
"Alright, let's go." Lukas voice answered, limpid and clear.
Jakobus was trembling, somewhat scared. After a while he looked around - nobody was in sight. With his heart in his mouth, he stealthy reached the wisteria and climbed up. He entered his first floor room and took refuge on his bed. His heart was drumming in his chest and the blood was hammering at his temples. He changed his clothes and went under the sheets.
He was not able to fall asleep. He was asking himself what could happen and hoped that nothing bad happened to his handsome groom. He did not worry about the possibility that Lukas would talk about their encounters, he knew he would never do so. He was really only worrying for him.
He could go to the stables only two days later. He didn't see Lukas. In his place there was another groom, a boy called Manfred.
"Lukas is not on duty, today?" he asked with a careless tone.
"No, Your Highness, his place was given to me..."
"Ah, and why? Where is Lukas?"
"He has been fired, Your Highness. Yesterday, he left."
"Fired? And for what reason? He was a perfect groom!"
"He was been caught in a part of the park where we are forbidden to enter, Your Highness."
"And... just for that... he has been fired?"
"On the spot, Your Highness."
Jakobus, as soon as he could, asked to be received by his father.
"Papa, I got to know that my groom has been dismissed without notice because he went in the park without an authorization."
"I know nothing about that, but he evidently got the right punishment for not respecting the rules."
"But it is extreme! He was not stealing, he was doing nothing bad..."
"We all have to respect the rules, the laws, or else it will be the chaos. From the king to the last of the subjects."
"But this rule is absurd, it has to be changed! And Lukas hired again."
"Even if I decided to have that rule changed, which anyway I don't intend to do, the transgression remains therefore also the punishment. In fact no law can be retroactive; you know this principle very well."
"But you are the king, papa..."
"Kings also have to abide by the existing laws, my dear son..."
Jakobus understood it was useless to insist, therefore he greeted his father and went out of his study, with a dark face. What troubled him was not only having lost Lukas, but the fact that he had lost his job, after all, because of him. And because he was powerless to put the matter right. For several days Jakobus was tense and taciturn and when Stefanie and Friedrich asked him the reason, he told them about Lukas and his dismissal.
"Oh, Jakobus, and so you are sorry?" Friedrich asked.
"Of course I am, for months he was my groom, and he was a perfect groom, and..."
"But then, if you are sorry about it, they should not dismiss him!" his little brother exclaimed, with determination.
"Eh, no, Friedrich. Rules are rules, none can infringe them..." Stefanie said putting on an expression of a wise young lady.
"It is the rule, that is absurd!" Jakobus retorted, sultry.
"But you got a new groom, didn't you?" Stefanie, practical, objected.
"So what! It is not the same as a toy that, when broken, you get another!" Friedrich said and Jakobus looked at him with admiration. Then the child said to his elder brother, "When you are king, you will change all the stupid rules."
"There are still too many years..." Jakobus said to his little brother with a smile.
But having been able to get the load off his chest with them, even though of course he could not tell them everything, had relieved him a little. He absent-mindedly touched the gold pendant he always had at his belt, the lucky charm that his cousin Johann gave him. And asked himself how long until to the ceremony of the presentation at the court. He asked his sister, who was always well informed in such matters.
"Our cousin Johann Mathias? Well, he already turned eighteen, therefore his presentation ceremony will take place in December, as for all the youths of his year. On December eighth, in fact."
"Ah, one more month, then..." Jakobus commented.
"Maman says that he will then stay here at court and that he will likely be named attendant in the antechamber of the throne hall. So we would meet him rather often. That's good, isn't it, Jakobus?"
"Yes, it will be a real pleasure having him here at the Palace."
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4
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THE GILDED CAGE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on November 8, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John
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"THE GILDED CAGE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPTER 3 - The prince and groom secret encounters
Back in the castle, Jakobus and Johann could no longer enjoy the freedom and intimacy they had had at the Retreat, but they had not to cease making love as Jakobus had feared. And it was there at the castle that Johann could point out to his cousin a kitchen boy and a page.
"Do you see? Those two like making love with males."
"Really? How can you know? Did you make love with them?"
"No, never."
"They told you?"
"No, no."
"So how, then?"
"It is their way of looking. Notice how their glance lingers more on a nice boy than on a nice girl. And not only that, notice also how when they look at a beautiful boy, their eyes linger on the basket between their legs or on their ass much more than on other parts of the body..."
"It doesn't seem so..."
"Pay attention. Without their realizing, observe them and see that I am right... From the way they look you can understand that both of them like and are more interested in males than in females."
To Jakobus, observing not only this pair's looks but also of the others in general, became a kind of secret game. And he noticed that his cousin was often right - there were those who looked at everybody in a neutral way, others who lingered more with their eyes on the women, and mainly on their breasts, and again others who looked more at men, and mainly on the two parts that his cousin had told him.
"Johann, but then also the coachman is so..."
"Oh, it could be, but he is old and ugly, so I never paid attention."
"I have noticed he always looks between the boys' legs, especially when he happens to pass near the kitchen boy..."
"Well, the kitchen boy is the one with the most generously full basket, I can understand he could like it..." Johann commented, cunningly.
The days in the castle also elapsed fast, even too fast. Count Stefan came back from his diplomatic mission and again stopped for a night at the castle. On the following day he would escort the prince to the capital, to the Palace.
That last night Johann, passing like the other times under the eaves, knocked at the window of Jakobus' room which he, waiting for him, ran to open for him.
"Oh, come in!"
"Did you lock the door with the key?"
"Of course."
Johann nimbly and silently slipped inside the room and closed the window behind him, without the least noise. The two boys were at once one in each other's arms and kissed.
"The last time, Johann... who knows until when..."
"Yes, but you will find somebody there at court. You know how to do so now, don't you?"
"It will be really difficult. With guards, pages, lackeys, waiters I am never alone. I will miss you." Jakobus murmured taking off his cousin's night shirt and bending to suckle his nipples.
Johann gently pushed him towards the bed.
"In one year, I will almost surely come to serve at the court, Jakobus, so then we'll meet quite often..."
"Meet, yes. Withdraw together, I doubt we can..." the boy sadly said.
Johann took off his cousin's night shirt and held him to himself, caressing his buttocks and brushing his shaft against Jakobus' erection.
"Tonight we will enjoy ourselves, don't think about anything else..." he murmured sweetly.
On the following day, just before the official leave taking, Johann gave him a gold pendant representing a crown crossed by a sceptre. "Take this pendant as a lucky charm. Keep it on you always."
"A crown and a sceptre? A wish for when I will be king?"
"If you want you can say that to the others. In reality the sceptre represents the virile member and the crown the butt, the butt hole... This is a symbol of love between men, as a souvenir of our nights." Johann said with a crafty smile.
Jakobus nodded and at once attached it to his belt.
After he parted from his uncle, aunt and cousins, he climbed into the coach with count Stefan and they set off.
During the journey, the count asked him, "Your Highness took advantage of this sojourn?"
"Oh yes, count, a very good profit. Much more than I could have guessed."
"Good. Your Highness should now resume the studies..."
"Certainly. Did you diplomatic mission achieve the hoped result?"
"I shall report to the King your father." The man answered dryly.
Jakobus looked in his eyes, without saying a word. The count shifted his eyes away and looked out of the window at the panorama that was rapidly flowing past.
"You are married, count, aren't you?" then Jakobus asked.
The man looked at him, somewhat surprised by the question. "Yes, and you know my spouse, she is one of the ladies in waiting of Her Majesty the queen Margaretha."
"Yes... But... don't you have children?"
"No."
"And why?" the boy asked.
"Our Lord didn't bless our union with the grace of a heir..." the man curtly answered.
"Evidently you are not praying enough to Our Lord!" the boy said in a reproaching tone, giggling in his heart at the perplexed expression of the man.
He had possibly found a way to get at him.
Back at the court, Jakobus met Stefanie and Friedrich who overwhelmed him with questions about his month at their cousins' home. Jakobus told them everything, keeping silent only about the sex he had with his cousin.
"Ah, it must have been wonderful" Friedrich exclaimed.
"Yes, really splendid. Another world, an extraordinary world. And I learned plenty of things..." Jakobus said with a dreamy expression that told his siblings more than any description.
He resumed his studies, his activities following rigidly the set schedule. The change was large but Jakobus was jealously keeping inside his heart the memory of the month he spent with his cousin, and this was now giving him the strength to be more serene.
But now, at night in his wide bed, he was feeling even more lonely that before and the sole, partial relief was to masturbate, recalling the splendid nights passed with Johann. But a problem arouse - if the pages would now find the stains of his seed not once in a while but every night... they would certainly understand, they would surely talk about it... So he took the habit to masturbate only when he was in the toilet, so to not leave any trace of his new activity.
And when his confessor asked him if he was playing with his "pudenda", he sincerely answered "no, father" because he knew that it was not a game, but something more serious and beautiful.
Also at court, Jakobus had started examining the glances of all the men who, in a way or another, attracted him. And after a few months he got the impression that one of the grooms called Lukas (he was now learning the names of all the staff as he had resolved to do), a handsome young man of twenty-three, had exactly "that way" of looking. Thus he decided he had to try with him. The problem was to be able to be alone with him long enough. Finally, after he was sixteen, he succeeded.
After the usual riding lesson, and he had taken his bath, he went back to the stable on some pretext and saw that Lukas was putting away the harness of his horse.
"Your name is Lukas, isn't it?" he asked him.
"Yes, Your Highness."
"How long are you serving here as a groom?"
"For seven years, Your Highness."
"You were then of my actual age." Jakobus said.
"Yes, Your Highness."
"You were a boy but now you are a handsome young man. The livery suits you very much, it brings out the pleasant shapes of your body..."
The young man looked at him without understanding, a little surprised for that compliment.
"And especially your tight knee-breeches..." Jakobus added looking straight between his thighs, then to his eyes and again between his thighs, and noticed that the groom was blushing slightly.
Jakobus hinted a smile, the young man was starting to get the sense of his message.
"It seems that you are well built... everywhere."
"Your Highness is embarrassing me... You are too kind..."
"Oh no, I would like being... endowed like you."
"At your age, I too was more... modestly endowed."
"Really? Then can I hope to gradually develop... like you?" Jakobus asked, and lightly brushed on the basket between the young man's thighs.
The groom blushed more visibly than before, but didn't move away. Jakobus then touched him in a more daring way...
"You are really well furnished. Feel me, instead..."
"But... Highness, I could never dare..."
"Yes, you can. Nobody sees us, here. Touch me..."
"Your Highness is making fun of me..." the young man weakly protested, embarrassed both by the boy's request and for his hand now openly fondling him.
"It's hardening, Lukas..." the boy, pleased, murmured.
"If you touch me like this..." the groom excused himself, in a low voice. More and more embarrassed.
"Mine has become hard even though you haven't yet touched it. Don't you like how I'm touching you?"
"It is not that, Your Highness..."
"Touch me, you too... it would please me..."
"But, Your Highness..."
Jakobus then took a hand of the groom and guided it on his own hardness. Lukas for a moment seemed to resist, but then his hand animated and fingered, lightly and shyly, the boy's erection.
"You feel? It is hard for you, Lukas..."
The young man shuddered lightly but his hand became more daring and insisting.
"Lukas, wouldn't you like to withdraw with me?"
"Oh, Your Highness... it would be dangerous..."
"But would you like to?"
"If Your Highness would really be pleased... yes."
"Yes, Lukas, I would really be pleased."
"But it is not possible, Your Highness. Somebody could come at any moment and..."
"Not here, not now. But I will find a way. I desire you, Lukas."
"Your Highness confounds me... and honours me..."
"I will let you know, yes. I will find a way." Jakobus said, satisfied and parted from the groom.
He looked again between his thighs and smiled noticing how the basket was now much more visible and prominent than before. He smiled to the young man who returned a half, hesitant smile. Then Jakobus went quickly out of the stable going towards the Palace.
He had to find a way to withdraw with that Lukas. He should have a ripe body, virile, and Jakobus thought it had to be exciting. And also a good sized member. And also he liked him...
For some days he could not find a good solution. He met Lukas again but they could only exchange a conspiratorial look. Then he managed to be alone with Lukas for a few minutes.
Besides caressing him again between his thighs, he asked him, "Where do you sleep, Lukas?"
"In the servants' quarters, Your Highness..."
"In night time, can you come here in the stable without being seen?"
"I think so, Your Highness."
"And from here you can easily go into the park without problems, can't you?"
"Well, passing through the manège gate, then jumping over the low gate that is shut at night with a padlock... But we servants are forbidden to enter the park, and the patrol does a round passing there too..."
"Between one patrol round and the next, you can enter without being seen..."
"It is very dangerous for me... If you could come here, in the stables... possibly..."
"For me, at night time it would be much easier go to the park, I think, than to come here. Do you know where the gazebo is?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Nearby there is the old abandoned cabin. Couldn't you wait there for me?"
"I don't know... I can try. When?"
"On Thursday night. My page on duty is old Rudolf. He snores when he is asleep. When I hear his snores, I can climb out from the window..."
"Good lord! It would be so risky, Your Highness!"
"No, I discovered I can climb down keeping myself in the wisteria and so I can reach the park. But in the evening, when I undress, the page takes away all my clothes. I can't go out in my night shirt - besides being uncomfortable, I would be much too visible... I have to find other clothes, not light ones..."
"Do you want me to get them? Simple clothes, servants clothes... if Your Highness would not feel offended..."
"I would come even naked, if I could..."
The young man smiled, "I'll get them for you. Would you manage to take them back with you?"
"I will find a way. Thank you, Lukas."
"It's my duty, Your Highness..." the young man answered, bowing.
They were not able to meet that Thursday. But Jakobus managed to smuggle to his room the breeches and workshirt that Lukas got for him. And finally, one night, they could meet in the old cabin in the park.
"Lukas? Are you here?" the boy asked, excited, entering into the dark cabin.
"Yes, I'm here, Your Highness." The young man answered in a low voice, and a hand brushed the prince.
Jakobus took it and they drew near without seeing each other, but pushed one against the other. Jakobus raised his hands, took the groom's face and kissed him on the mouth. The young man at once returned the kiss. The contact with the strong body of the groom provoked a long shudder of pleasure in the boy.
"Oh, Lukas, at last..."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Can you call me just Jakobus, when we are alone." The prince said caressing the throbbing erection of the young man through his clothes.
"Yes, Jakobus. You're aroused too ..." Lukas said, feeling between his thighs.
"Let's undress, Lukas, I want to make love with you. God, I've been desiring it for so long!"
"Yes, come here... Last night I carried a horse cover, a flint and a lamp here. If you like I can get some light."
"Can't it be seen from outside?"
"No, I checked last night and from outside no light escapes."
"Light the lamp, then. I would like seeing you naked, finally." The boy murmured, more and more aroused.
The groom struck the flint and lit the small oil lamp. Jakobus, with pleasure and a quiver of emotion, saw desire shine in the eyes of the handsome young man.
"Let's undress, Lukas, quick!"
"Yes..."
They hurriedly undressed, without losing sight of the other.
"My god, Lukas, you have hairs on the chest and on the legs..."
"Don't you like them?"
"On the contrary! You have a really virile, beautiful body. And a member... wonderful!"
The young man smiled, pleased and said, caressing him with his eyes, "And you have a sweet and smooth and beautiful hairless body, delightful! You are young but really beautiful. And you'll grow up to be a beautiful man."
Jakobus laid down on the cover and pulled the handsome groom on top of him.
"Make love with me, Lukas."
"How would you like doing it, Jakobus?"
"In every way. Do what you like best, and I too will do what I like best."
"You are my lord..."
"No, I am just a boy now; we are just two males greedy for love."
The young man nodded and began caressing and kissing the youth and fresh body under him. His hands were rough, compared to those of Johann, and yet Lukas was using them with tenderness, almost as if was afraid he could spoil something delicate and precious. Lukas was burning with passion for the boy who was offering himself to him, but he restrained, controlled himself, a little out of deference and a little for a kind of instinctive respect for such a young boy.
Gradually Jakobus managed to turn under him, until he could take the hard rod of the groom in his mouth.
"Oh, Jakobus!" the young man panted, and without a thought, took in his mouth the hard stake of the boy.
Jakobus was not able to contain all of the massive erection of the beautiful groom in his mouth, but just two thirds of it. But he worked it with greedy passion, giving to the young man wonderful sensations that he tried to return, devoting himself to the boy.
"Take me, Lukas..." the prince murmured.
"I'm not too big for you? I wouldn't harm you..."
"I don't care, take me!"
"If you feel pain, tell me." Lukas said with a hoarse voice.
He had the boy go on all fours and went to carefully wet his little hole with saliva. Jakobus was all a quiver in anticipation. Lukas desired to take him; he caressed his small and firm ass, and was strongly aroused, but he feared to harm him, therefore when the tip of his mace rested on the little hole, he hesitated.
"Push, Lukas." The boy begged.
"Yes, but... I don't want to hurt you..."
"Push, please."
The young man started to push. Jakobus felt he was opening wide and sighed happily. Lukas stopped, tense, timorous.
"No, go on, you are not giving me pain. Push!"
Lukas pushed further. Now Jakobus was starting to feel some pain - it was really big.
"Oh, Lukas, I like, but..."
"Do you want me to pull out?"
"No, not yet. I have just to get used to you. Stay so, still..."
Lukas had to make an effort, but did it willingly. His rough hands caressed, sweet and delicate, the boy's chest and belly.
"I like, Lukas... Try to push some more... Ouch! No, stop... Oh, I am sorry Lukas, but it is really too big..."
"I'll pull out..."
"Not yet. I don't think I could manage, this time, to receive it all."
"It's not important, you don't need to. You have to enjoy it, Jakobus, not to suffer..."
"Sooner or later we will manage, won't we?"
"If you want, but... I'll now pull out."
"It could be better..." the boy answered with real regret.
Lukas slipped out. Jakobus turned, they embraced and kissed with desire.
"Would you like entering inside me? I can take it without problems, if you like it, I am used to..."
"And mine is not too big..." the prince nodded.
"Do you want to take me?"
"Yes, Lukas, I would like to."
The groom assumed the position, letting the boy guide him.
"Don't worry, you will not harm me, Jakobus. Take me!" the young man said, offering himself with a smile of real pleasure.
The young prince sank into him at the first attempt, without difficulty.
"Oh, Lukas, it's good... it's good, isn't it?"
"Sure. Fuck me, now. Yes, so.. hard... harder... so... so..." the young man murmured enjoying the boy's thrusts.
Jakobus let himself go in a kind of fast gallop, filled with rapture. Lukas was meanwhile masturbating rapidly, a smile filled with pleasure in his eyes and on his lips.
The groom's channel was less tight that that of Johann, but Jakobus felt it soft, warm, wrapping and welcoming. To possess that handsome, virile body was giving him a sense of almost wild joy that seemed to increase his own virility.
"You like taking me?"
"Yes, Lukas, very much. And you?"
"I too do. You are a real colt, a thoroughbred. Who knows how many males you have ridden in spite of your young age."
"Oh no, you are just the second one."
"Only the second one? And you are so skilled already?" the young man exclaimed.
Jakobus was pleased. He went on vigorously moving in and out of that pleasurable love channel. It was different from with Johann, but just as exciting. The pleasure was relentlessly increasing, stroke after stroke. Jakobus could feel that also the groom was enjoying that passionate union, and this increased his pleasure.
"Oh, Lukas... I feel... I'm, almost... coming!"
"I too, Jakobus, I too..."
"Lukas... oh, Lukas... Lukas I'm coming... coming... coming..." the boy panted unloading with strong pushes into the handsome young man.
The groom also reached his orgasm and on instinct made his anus spasm, so increasing his prince's pleasure.
"Don't still slip out; stay on top of me so, it's much nicer..." Lukas murmured, panting.
"Alright..." Jakobus whispered, letting himself relax on the strong body of his companion.
After a while they slowly loosened their embrace.
"Are you happy, Jakobus?" then the young man asked.
"Yes, very happy. It has been good. And you?"
"It has been good for me too. You are a hot-blooded lover, Jakobus!"
"Well you heated my blood. But I am sorry I wasn't able to receive you inside me."
"Never mind. I'm too big for you."
"Will you make love with me again?"
"If you want it... it will be a honour for me."
"A honour? I... I hoped it was a pleasure, for you."
"Oh, yes of course, also a pleasure, I assure you!"
While they were dressing again, Jakobus asked him, "Did you make love with many men?"
"Well, yes... I can really say so."
"Who taught you to make love with men?"
"Taught? Do you mean the first man I did it with?"
"Yes, exactly."
"Oh, it was almost ten years ago. My father owns an inn. It was a passing guest, a lord. My father that night told me to go to the lord's room and put myself under his orders and to do anything the lord asked me to do. So I knocked at the door of his room and went in. He told me to undress and go on the bed. He too undressed, came on top of me and took me... he fucked my little ass."
"Your father sent you to him?" Jakobus asked, almost unbelieving.
"Yes, sure."
"But... he didn't know what that guest wanted to do you..."
"He knew it very well. In fact after that night he often sent me in the guests rooms. They paid my father, to have me in their beds at night..."
"They paid?" Jakobus asked with wide eyes.
"Of course. That's why my father sent me to them. That way he increased his earnings."
"But you... did you like it?"
"With some guest I did and sometimes very much. With others a little or not at all. And then with those I was just waiting for them to finish before going back to my straw bed... Then one day the Superintendent of the Palace Stables stopped at my father's inn. He loved taking me so much, that he paid my father a large sum asking him to allow me to come to work here at the Palace."
"The Superintendent of the Stables?"
"Not the present one, the one before. So I came to work here as a groom, and I was his steady bed-boy... When he became ill and had to leave his charge, he didn't take me with him but left me here. For a while I didn't it with anybody. Until a new stable-boy was hired... and after a few days we started to have sex..."
"You still do it with that stable-boy?"
"Yes, rather often."
"But he... does he know about us?"
"No, god forbid! I would never talk about you with a living soul, that's obvious!"
"And... is he better than me in making love?"
"No. He doesn't kiss on the mouth... nor elsewhere. He only loves to be fucked by me, nothing else. But I like doing it..."
They parted. Jakobus furtively went towards the Palace. He hid waiting for the patrol doing its round, then climbed up the wisteria, silently entered his room and slipped behind the bed curtains. Here he took off his humble clothes and hid them behind the bed-head. He put on his night shirt and went under the sheets.
He had enjoyed Lukas. He was a really handsome young man. He recalled the story he had told him - having to go to bed with men he didn't like, which seemed to him weird, ugly behaviour. He had no reasons to doubt the young man's story. And the thought that it had been his father who pushed him to do that, seemed even more weird and ugly. He recalled the strong and slightly hairy body of his handsome groom, and his member, big and beautiful even at rest...
"Ah, if I could be free to make love with Lukas as I did with Johann up there at the Retreat!" Jakobus thought while he was falling asleep.
He couldn't manage to withdraw with the handsome Lukas as often as he would have liked, but they could renew their love-making just once a week or ten days. He had tried several times to be penetrated by Lukas, but he could not receive it inside himself, because of the pain. Lukas in the end insisted on stopping trying.
"Jakobus, it isn't necessary. I very much like just to be penetrated by you. And then, as you know, with the stable boy I can only penetrate him, therefore I'm happy like this. Really!"
Jakobus yielded so he often made Lukas enjoy his mouth. He liked the sourish and musky taste of the young man. What he liked was not only the love-making with the virile groom, but also their chatting after making love. Lukas narrated to him in detail some of his adventures, both sexual and otherwise, and Jakobus listened to him with pleasure. He asked him a thousand questions, so discovering a thousand details of a royal subject's life, a thousand aspects that he didn't know about, that he didn't even suspect.
They had gradually reached a level of familiarity that Jakobus enjoyed very much. At times, when they met, alone, in the stables, Lukas whispered something like, "I would really like sucking your beautiful pole now, do you know?" and Jakobus giggled, amused and excited. Or else, "Tell me the truth, instead of riding this black horse, you would prefer riding me, there in the park, under the sun..." "Oh yes, you bet!" the prince answered, becoming aroused just at that thought.
Also the secrecy of their encounters added to the pleasure. So their story went on and strengthened for about seven months. But one night, while each of them was going back to his lodging, Jakobus heard voices shouting, "Halt! Who goes there?"
The boy hid in a flower bed and heard the groom answer aloud, "I'm Lukas, the groom!"
"What are you doing here, at this time of night?"
"I could not fall asleep, so I came out for a short walk..."
"You know that the servants are forbidden to enter the park without authorization, don't you?"
"Well, it's night, there is nobody. I didn't think I was doing something wrong..."
"Follow us at the guard post. The sergeant will decide if you did wrong or not."
"Alright, let's go." Lukas voice answered, limpid and clear.
Jakobus was trembling, somewhat scared. After a while he looked around - nobody was in sight. With his heart in his mouth, he stealthy reached the wisteria and climbed up. He entered his first floor room and took refuge on his bed. His heart was drumming in his chest and the blood was hammering at his temples. He changed his clothes and went under the sheets.
He was not able to fall asleep. He was asking himself what could happen and hoped that nothing bad happened to his handsome groom. He did not worry about the possibility that Lukas would talk about their encounters, he knew he would never do so. He was really only worrying for him.
He could go to the stables only two days later. He didn't see Lukas. In his place there was another groom, a boy called Manfred.
"Lukas is not on duty, today?" he asked with a careless tone.
"No, Your Highness, his place was given to me..."
"Ah, and why? Where is Lukas?"
"He has been fired, Your Highness. Yesterday, he left."
"Fired? And for what reason? He was a perfect groom!"
"He was been caught in a part of the park where we are forbidden to enter, Your Highness."
"And... just for that... he has been fired?"
"On the spot, Your Highness."
Jakobus, as soon as he could, asked to be received by his father.
"Papa, I got to know that my groom has been dismissed without notice because he went in the park without an authorization."
"I know nothing about that, but he evidently got the right punishment for not respecting the rules."
"But it is extreme! He was not stealing, he was doing nothing bad..."
"We all have to respect the rules, the laws, or else it will be the chaos. From the king to the last of the subjects."
"But this rule is absurd, it has to be changed! And Lukas hired again."
"Even if I decided to have that rule changed, which anyway I don't intend to do, the transgression remains therefore also the punishment. In fact no law can be retroactive; you know this principle very well."
"But you are the king, papa..."
"Kings also have to abide by the existing laws, my dear son..."
Jakobus understood it was useless to insist, therefore he greeted his father and went out of his study, with a dark face. What troubled him was not only having lost Lukas, but the fact that he had lost his job, after all, because of him. And because he was powerless to put the matter right. For several days Jakobus was tense and taciturn and when Stefanie and Friedrich asked him the reason, he told them about Lukas and his dismissal.
"Oh, Jakobus, and so you are sorry?" Friedrich asked.
"Of course I am, for months he was my groom, and he was a perfect groom, and..."
"But then, if you are sorry about it, they should not dismiss him!" his little brother exclaimed, with determination.
"Eh, no, Friedrich. Rules are rules, none can infringe them..." Stefanie said putting on an expression of a wise young lady.
"It is the rule, that is absurd!" Jakobus retorted, sultry.
"But you got a new groom, didn't you?" Stefanie, practical, objected.
"So what! It is not the same as a toy that, when broken, you get another!" Friedrich said and Jakobus looked at him with admiration. Then the child said to his elder brother, "When you are king, you will change all the stupid rules."
"There are still too many years..." Jakobus said to his little brother with a smile.
But having been able to get the load off his chest with them, even though of course he could not tell them everything, had relieved him a little. He absent-mindedly touched the gold pendant he always had at his belt, the lucky charm that his cousin Johann gave him. And asked himself how long until to the ceremony of the presentation at the court. He asked his sister, who was always well informed in such matters.
"Our cousin Johann Mathias? Well, he already turned eighteen, therefore his presentation ceremony will take place in December, as for all the youths of his year. On December eighth, in fact."
"Ah, one more month, then..." Jakobus commented.
"Maman says that he will then stay here at court and that he will likely be named attendant in the antechamber of the throne hall. So we would meet him rather often. That's good, isn't it, Jakobus?"
"Yes, it will be a real pleasure having him here at the Palace."
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4
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