Dethroning a Queen (reformatted)

Prologue

There was a soft knock on the door to his chambers. Who the hell wants to see me this late? Brandyn had told his guards explicitly to not let anyone see him tonight. He sighed, arranging the various maps into piles on his desk
“Come in,” Brandyn said, rising. His left hand rested on the pommel of the dagger belted to his side. You can never be too cautious in times of war.
The door opened, and in walked a shadowy figure. As it glided into the warm lamplight, the outline materialized into a sensual young woman with raven hair. She was dressed in a deep blue gown that emphasized the color of her irises. Her red lips parted, and she said in a sultry voice,
“My lord, forgive me for intruding at this late hour. Your guards think that you could use some…company. I hear these Alterian nights can get cold and lonely.”
Brandyn stood, stunned. He had more than his fair share of women, courtesy of being king, yet not many were as forward as this mystery seductress. As he opened his mouth to reply, she strode nearer to him, her slippers lightly scraping against the hard floor, and put a finger on his lips.
“Relax, my king.” Her hair seemed to perfectly frame her fair face. It did not take the tight feeling in his crotch for Brandyn to know he was aroused. The lady’s other hand – the pointer finger to be exact – traced a serpentine line up Brandyn’s leg. He moaned as her soft fingers caressed his cock through the taunt fabric of his pants.
With deft fingers she removed his tunic. Casting it aside, she took Brandyn by the hand and led him to the bed. The walk there seemed to last minutes. Yet, soon enough, she was kneeling before him, unlacing his trousers with the same dexterity as before. She flung those, along with the undergarments, across the room and pushed him town onto the bed.
At nearly fifty years of age, Brandyn was somewhat past his prime. He was still strong, but his belly bulged slightly, a sign of too many years of feasting and drinking. He reached his hand out to grab the woman by the back of her head and pushed her mouth onto his erect cock. Waves of pleasure filled his body. It had been at least a month since he had last been with a woman. But now that these rebels were nearly destroyed, Brandyn silently vowed to himself to keep this woman with him until he reached home to his queen.
It seemed like in no time Brandyn was ready to orgasm. He pushed her head down, making sure she would suck up every drop of his cum. Brandyn laid back down on the bed, eyes closed, with the glow of pleasure filling his body. He never saw the knife that slit his throat.

Chapter 1

Penelope lay back, reclining against the walls of her bathtub, as her handmaidens scurried around to wash her hair and scrub her body. The last she had heard, the rebels were nearly exterminated. That means Brandyn will come home soon. Her husband, although nearly thirty years older than her, still managed to turn her on and was the best lover she had ever had. Also, he had forbidden her from having an affair while he was away. During these last two weeks, she was horny for a large portion of the day, resorting to masturbation when she could not bear it anymore.