Chapter 14

King Evander looked at her, “I will punish you soon enough.”

King Evander turned on his heel and left and gave an approving nod of his head when Marchelle walked past him with the servant close behind her with the food of tray, “make sure she eats.”

“You look awful, good call on staying in your room,” Marchelle said, deliberately trying to make the princess feel ugly.

The servant just bit her lip at Marchelle’s statement and placed the food tray on the table followed by standing to the side waiting for her next order.

“You may wait outside,” Marchelle ordered the servant.

“I am not hungry,” Iris declined the food.

“King Evader says you are and trust me you do not want to define my brother again. The next time he might just mess your face up so badly that you will have to stay vailed for your entire wedding day,” Marchelle warned her.

Marchelle waited for the princess to take her first bite before she took her leave.

The servant felt uncomfortable waiting outside the room with the two guards eyeing her up and down.

“Why don’t you ever look up?” one guard asked the servant, but she didn’t respond.

He gave on large step towards her and lifted her chin, “I am speaking to you.”

The guard dropped his hand to her breast and squeezed.

“I am not a bed slave. Should I go fetch you one?” the servant girl spoke up, the guard’s hand still on her breast.

“No, you will do,” he said, pressing her against the wall.

“I am a married woman,” the servant girl protested but she is no match for the guard.

“What does that matter?” the guard laughed as he started to gather her skirts up.

“Please, let go of me,” she pounds her fist against his chest but he does not even feel it.

The other guard licks his lips and looks around, making sure no one is around before joining them.

“I will scream!” she warned them.

“I will kill you if you do,” the guard warned her.

“Please, don’t,” she pleaded as she felt both of their hands grabbing at her womanhood and rear end.

“One more word out of you and I will end you and will make sure your husband knows that you threw yourself at us leaving us no choice but to cut you down,” the guard warned her off before loosening his pants.

“Let's take her into that room before the princess sees us,” the second guard suggested.

“Servant, you can come and fetch the food tray,” the guards hear, freezing in their actions.

“Let her wait,” the one guard suggested.

“And I need help changing into a sleep gown,” they heard the princess again.

“On my way,” the servant dared to respond, hoping it will save her from the guards.

“See you when you are done,” the one guard tells her off, fastening his pants again.

The servant ran into the princess's room, “I will help you change first.”

“What is the matter with you?” Iris asked noticing that the servant was flushed, and her face was stained with tears.

“Nothing,” the servant said, looking back at the open bedroom door the guards giving her a warning look.

“Please shut the door,” Iris requested.

“Of course, my apologies,” the servant said, before going over to the door and shutting it.

“Now tell me the truth,” Iris demanded.

“They tried to rape me but there is nothing you or I can do about it,” the servant said.

“I am so done with these guards that think they can just have their way with us,” Iris said, angry and fed up, grabbing the servants hand and stomping over to the door, planning on going to the king and telling him.

“No, princess, you will just make it worst!” the servant pulled against Iris.

“You can stay here and have the guards have their way with you then,” Iris said, letting go of the servant’s hand before walking over to her bedroom door, hoping that the servant will follow her.

By the time Iris stepped outside her room the servant was right behind her.

The two guards fell into step right behind them and the servant girl could not help but glance back at them, their warning looks on their faces installing fear into her.

“You two can stay behind,” Iris stopped and turned to face them.

“We are following the king’s orders,” one of the guards said.

When they reached the king’s bedroom, he was not there so Iris asked the guards that were standing outside of his room, “where is the king?”

“Throne room or his office,” one of them responded.

“Do you really plan to disturb the king when he is busy?” one of the guards asked, laughing.

“I am sure the king won’t mind his future wife disturbing him with an important matter,” Iris said, keeping a strong face.

“Your majesty,” Iris said walking into the throne room, the servant behind her and the guards behind the servant.

Iris did not recognized the pretty young woman that looked no older than herself that was sitting on the king's lap, giggling innocently with the king’s hands around her waist.

“I am busy what do you want?” King Evander spat, jerking his head up at Iris.

“I, I,” Iris struggled to find the words, noticing the tiara on the woman’s head, wondering, ‘will he want to marry her instead? That will be a relief but what will happen to me?’ Iris looked around fearfully at the guards and then back at the king.

“Out with it already,” the woman on the king’s lap, no other than Princess Aisley chuckled.

“These two men violated my servant and tried to rape her,” Iris managed to word.

“Your servant?” King Evander questioned, slipping his hand under princess Aisley’s dress.

“Your servant, your majesty,” Iris corrected herself.

“So, what does it matter? Unless you are jealous that it is not you instead?” King Evander chuckled before grabbing princess Aisley’s breast.

“King Evander, behave yourself, we are not married yet,” Princess Aisley giggled, playfully slapping the king’s hand away.

“I cannot wait to deflower you my pure and beautiful little flower,” King Evander stood up with princess Aisley in his arms, and placed her down on her feet, not really meaning the affection he is showing her, but wanted to see if he can get a reaction out of Princess Cerena.

“Run along now,” King Evander spanks the princess on her rear end.

Once princess Asiley was out of the throne room, her servants and lady in waiting with her King Evander walked over to the servant, “you are a servant, right?”

“Yes, your majesty,” the servant said, with a bowed head.

“You are here to please your king, correct?” King Evander asked again, putting his finger under her chin and bringing her face up to face him.

“Yes, of course, my king,” the servant said.

“And if it pleases me to see my guards happy and satisfied then why are you denying them?” King Evander asked, with an angry tone, leaving Iris with a shocked expression on her face.

“She is married your majesty,” Iris interrupted.

King Evander looked over to Iris, his finger still under the servant’s chin, thinking, ‘she dares to define me again.’

“Where is your husband now?” king Evander asked.

“Waiting outside the castle so that we can walk home together, he, he is one of the stable hands, your majesty,” the servant stumbled over her own words.

“Go get her husband,” King Evander ordered one of the guards, letting go of her chin and walking over to his throne, taking a seat.

“Princess Cerena Valentine, come,” King Evander requested, holding his hand out towards the princess.

Iris walked over swiftly and as she was about to take the king’s hand he retracted, “sit down.”

Iris looked over at the chair next to the king and stepped towards it.

“At my feet,” King Evander demanded her.

Iris sat down at the king’s feet, and they waited in silence for the servant’s husband to join them.

“Your majesty, you are doing me a great honor allowing me in your presence,” the husband said, kneeling next to his wife.

“What did you do?” he whispered, worried.

“You and your wife are my subjects, correct?” King Evander asked.

“Yes, my king,” the husband responded promptly.

“And I can do with my subjects as I please, correct?” King Evander asked again.

“We are at your mercy, your majesty,” the husband said.

“Your wife wishes to please me by having my guards fuck her as if she is as common as a bed slave, do you object?” King Evander asked.

“Just agree, your life is more important than my body,” the servant whispered, pleading with her husband.

Her husband grinds his teeth in anger, his knuckles white from pressing his hands into fists.

“I can not hear you,” King Evander shouted out.

“If it pleases you, your majesty, she is yours to do with as you please, as am I,” the husband spoke up, hoping that this is just some sick test and that they will be allowed to leave.

“Servant woman, take off your dress,” King Evander demanded.

Hesitantly the servant stood straight, her head hanging, removing her dress.

“And the rest,” King Evander demanded.

With tears whelming up in her eyes she takes her undergarment dress off, followed by her shoes.