Prince Lui loved cake.
How could he not? It was a delicious confectionery treat, soft and fluffy (like a good pair of breasts!), and so good to eat. He always made sure to sample the cake whenever he traveled to another castle, but always preferred his own castle’s baked goods. His personal desert chef made the best cakes, muffins, pastries—every single whim and fantasy Ludwig’s convoluted mind could think of. Once, he had requested a cake in the shape of a particularly attractive corpse in his collection, and his chef had sculpted her perfectly, down to the whipped cream E-cup breasts.
In fact, the only thing Ludwig loved more than cake was, well, women themselves. And speaking of women…
“Wil,” he called lazily from the desk in his collection room. Another forkful of cake found its way to his mouth, and Lui closed his eyes in bliss, humming delightedly.
“Yes, my prince?” The brunet attendant answered quickly, shifting nervously by Lui’s side.
“Lisette. When was the last time you saw her?”
Wilhelm did a quick calculation in his head. “Um…well, a month ago she tried to kidnap me, and then a week later I heard she murdered someone in the province over,” he said. “But a couple days ago, I passed her in the market place, and she grabbed my arm…”
Lui held up his hand. “Never mind,” he said, dismissing the young man. “The next time you see her, you are to report directly to me, understand?” As Wil nodded complacently, Ludwig pouted. Wilhelm had seen Lisette in the market? That woman wanted nothing more than to take his Wil away from him. And she didn’t even have nice breasts.
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