Chapter 10

After a few stops at random locations, showing the people that their princess is alive and well Iris pulled her courage together, “to the village please, the one right outside the Kingdom.”
King Evander heard this request but waited for them to be on their way before confronting the princess.
“Why this village?” King Evander asked, suspicious.
“It is the nearest one and I am tired but the villagers also need to see us, together,” Iris gave a quick story.
“Together? Do you really think your subjects think of us together with your stiff attitude towards me? Who are you trying to fool?” King Evander yanked the chain and brought her face to face with him, her delicate hands landing on his hard chest.
Before the King could say something Iris closed the space between them with her lips and kissed him softly, leaving the king speechless.
Iris moved her lips away and opened her eyes, looking into the king’s eyes, “I will try harder to pretend to love you.”
King Evander lets go of her and Iris sat back into her own seat before averting her gaze.
King Evander kept his eyes on her, thinking, ‘if only she didn’t have to pretend.’
Iris wondered if the princess will be there in her body and if there will be a way for them to swop back, ‘if I pretend that things are swell between the king and me, I can fool her, and she will want to swop back.’
“You should take the chain off me if you want the people to believe this lie,” Iris suggested.
“You truly take me for a fool?” King Evander snorts but takes the choker off her neck and toss it with the chain and cuff aside, “don’t make me feed you to the guards tonight.”
When they arrived at the village Iris waited for the King to get out first and when a guard turned with his hand out to her Iris refused it, looking at King Evander.
King Evander walked over and held out his hand. Iris smiled and took his hand and then pretended to slip. King Evander caught her.
“Who needs a night in shining armor when I have you, my King charming,” Iris chuckles with her arms around his neck. King Evander smiles uncomfortably before putting her down on her feet and unexpectantly receives another kiss from Iris.
A few kids run over and grab Iris’s hands, “princess Cerena!”
The kids dragged her away, but King Evander followed quickly.
“Is it true that the king is a monster?” One of the dirty faces asked her with big eyes.
“Yes, and he eats little naughty kids up!” Iris joked.
“We are not naughty! I promise!” one of the kids said.
“You must run away!” one of the kids suggested as Iris tried to steer them in the direction of her house.
“If I run away who is going to keep the monster from eating you up?” Iris joked, not realizing that King Evander was in earshot.
‘Monster huh? I will show her what a monster is,’ King Evander thought as he watched them.
While watching the princess he noticed her strange behavior but kept silent.
Iris finally made her way to her the front door of her family home and found it empty, “where are the people that stayed here?”
“Dead, they ate each other because they were hungry,” one kid said but Iris only heard half it and stormed out of the house, tears running down her face.
“What is wrong?” King Evander grabbed her by her shoulders.
“I want to go back,” Iris said, sobbing.
King Evander signaled the guards that it is time to go.
Halfway back to the castle King Evander could no longer hold back his curiosity, “are you going to tell me what the problem is or am I going to have to beat it out of you?”
“I just could not stand to see the poverty anymore,” Iris said instead of reminding him of their first meeting where she tried to tell him that she is not the princess.
“It is improving. There is not a single person in this Kingdom or in the villages that goes to bed hungry or cold,” King Evander informed her.
“What about the people that already starved to death?” Iris spatted.
“That is your parents' fault, not mine,” King Evander spat back.
“My parents? You did this, not them!” Iris shouted.
“If they did not deny me your hand in marriage then no one would have had to die!” King Evander roared, making Iris shiver.
Iris swallowed her words in fear.
After calming down, King Evander spoke again with a controlled tone, “I never wanted anything more than wanting you.”
“So you killed half of the people of this kingdom along with my parents to have me?” Iris asked in an angry tone.
“Yes,” the king said, thinking how silly that sounds.
“But you were willing to give me away in a trades agreement and your whole guard and all you new alliances knows what I look like naked, you are sharing me with all of their eyes,” Iris reminded him of his actions against her.
“I was angry, I had a moment of weakness,” King Evander stated, wondering where she is going with this.
“A moment?” Iris huffs, thinking, ‘you are weak.’
When they stopped at the castle Iris got up to get out of the carriage first, but King Evander snapped the choker around her neck, “let's keep the pretense up.”
“As you wish your majesty,” Iris responded sarcastically.
“Pour us a bath in my room, I need to wash,” King Evander demanded the first servant he saw.
“Yes your majesty,” the servant bowed before running off.
In his room, King Evander sat at a desk while Iris stood near him since she is chained to him. He mumbled under his breath every now and then going over some papers, oblivious that Iris is inspecting him, thinking, ‘such a handsome man. I wonder how he became king so young. Did his parents die? What is the story again?’ Iris tried to remember the stories, ‘Marchelle’s father made his mother his 2nd wife after killing his father?’
“The bath is ready your majesty,” the servant's voice snapped them both out of their deep thoughts.
“Leave us,” King Evander said, standing up and walking to the bath area. Iris followed him so that he does not yank the chain as her neck was already bruised.
King Evander held his arms to his side so that Iris can undress him. While she undressed him her fingers touched his skin every now and then and he could not help but wonder if she is doing it on purpose.
He unclipped the chain from his cuff so that she could pull his clothes off.
King Evander got into the bathtub and Iris kneeled beside the tub near his back to start washing him.
“Get undressed and get in,” the king demanded.
“Why?” Iris objected.
“Because I say so,” King Evander said, turning to face her.
“It will only arouse you and I am still hurting from what you did to me,” Iris said.
“I am already aroused and there are other parts of you that can satisfy me,” King Evander said, standing up, bringing his manhood in line with her face.
“Can’t a servant help you with it, or you sister?” Iris stood up.
King Evander grabbed her around her neck and pulled her closer to him, grabbing her one hand and putting it to his erection, I want you to take care of it, my princess.”
Iris balanced herself against his wet body with one hand and started to stroke the length of his erection with the other while keeping her eyes on his.
King Evander closed the distance between their lips and kissed her gently before speaking, “your mouth does a much better job.”
Iris descended down onto her knees again before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before mouthing his penis.
King Evander was tempted to grab her hair and fuck her mouth forcefully but he restrained himself until he could no longer.
Unexpectedly he pulled her up and stepped out of the bathtub, ramming her against the wall, pressing his manhood against her while gathering her dress up, ready to devour her womanhood.
“Please don’t, you will ruin my womanhood forever,” Iris pleaded.
“I need you,” King Evander moaned, ignoring her pleads as he enters her.
“Stop!” she slammed at his chest but he is unable to.
“This is not how you treat your future wife!” Iris cried and that seemed to be the magic words as King Evander stopped and pulled out of her.
King Evander rests with his arms against the wall next to her head, breathing against her, “I am sorry.”
“Wait on the bed,” Iris demanded him.
“Excuse me?” King Evander asked, not believing that she dares to demand him.
“I will take care of your erection,” Iris said, pushing against his chest.
King Evander frowned but walks to his bed but then he noticed her leaving his room, “where are you going?”
“Send for a bed slave,” Iris told the guards outside the room.
“A bed slave?” King Evander called out, not liking the sound of it, “just send me Marchelle.”
“Bed slave, now,” Iris repeated before turning to the king.
King Evander was about to walk back to the bathtub when the bed slave walks into the room.