Retired - Chapter Ten – Wedding - Sex Stories

Retired - Chapter Ten – Wedding

... held the same threat level as a targeted weapon. “Understood,” I answered, acknowledging the message. Lizell gave me a funny look until she realized I had been talking to my bob implant. “Why do soldiers call those communications implants ‘bobs’?”, Lizell asked. “It is an old term. The very first ones were on the outside of the ear and contained a rather large communications crystal. The men looked like they were wearing earrings. The men started calling them Ear Communications Baubles. As time went by, it just got shortened to bob.” I took her hand in mine as I spoke. The gentle squeeze of her hand in mine made me feel a little more relaxed. “I guess that actually makes sense.” The imperial motorcade arrived at the gate. The large scale identity scanner and sniffer had been set up over the gate. This was something I had instituted. All personnel on or off the base were scanned. Once we were through the gate, we headed out to the landing area. The shuttle was on its final landing vector when we arrived. We watched from the car as it touched down and settled like a fat bird. When the ramp extended, we got out of the car and stood in the middle of the formation of men. At the top of the ramp appeared a couple. They appeared to be in the middle part of their second century. She was in a light sundress that came down just past her knees. On her head was a large floppy garden hat. The man was in a suit that he was obviously uncomfortable in. I had great empathy for him as I stood ...

... there in my full-dress blacks. They walked down the ramp and suddenly Lizell ran forward. She had them both trapped in a hug when they reached the bottom of the ramp. We gave her a few moments alone with them. This was an intensely private time. In full view of the honor guard, they were alone. Then Lizell started to move towards me with her parents in tow. “Drake, these are my parents, Ezekiel and Beatrice Stanner. Mom, Dad, this is the man I love, Drake Daemon.” I extended my hand to them. “Sir, ma’am, I would like to formally request your permission to take your daughter’s hand in marriage this Friday at noon.” Her father smiled. “It would truly be our pleasure, son.” Then her mother asked me a question. “I have a hard time believing that you are a Grand Duke as well as the supreme commander of the military.” Robert and his family stepped up behind us as Robert spoke. “It is true, ma’am. He is the commander of my forces and the Grand Duke of the Eastmarch, and fourth in line for the throne.” I am going to kill Robert if he doesn’t quit sneaking these little bombshells into normal conversation. Since when have I been in line for the throne? I turned lightly before I spoke. “Sir, Ma’am, may I have the pleasure of introducing his imperial majesty, Emperor Davinal Robert Stavio-Noir, his wife, Empress Astalynn Rythan Melcoir-Stavio-Noir, the crown princess, Cleopatra Joanna Stavio-Noir, Prince Daniel David Stavio-Noir, and Prince Drake Robert Stavio-Noir. Your majesties, these ...