Chapter 26

Iris did not have enough strength to drive the sword through the wizard’s chest and King Evander noticed it, so he stepped beside her and guided her, “there is a trick to it.”
King Evander placed his hand over hers and his other hand he used to push the sword a bit down to a softer part of the torso before helping his queen put the blade through the wizard.
Iris did not expect to feel as good as she did when she took Lacosta’s life but all she knew was that she will never return to her servant body.
“Send servants to get our bath ready,” King Evander ordered one of the guards so that they can wash the wizard’s blood off, which spattered all over them as Iris whipped him.
“What on earth happened?” Marchelle exclaimed when she saw the two of them on their way to their room.
“It is not our blood,” King Evander said, pushing Marchelle off him.
“I would hope not,” Marchelle said, not caring that King Evander was constantly rejecting her.
“It is the wizard’s blood,” Iris said, “a good warning for anyone that dares to mess with me again.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Marchelle asked, wondering if the queen remembers anything of the night when she sold her off.
“Exactly what it sounds like,” King Evander chuckled.
“The water is almost ready,” the servant bowed when King Evander and Iris entered the room.
“You may leave,” Iris ordered.
“Yes, your majesty,” the servant nodded.
“And go find that lazy Iris, tell her to bring my clothes here,” Iris demanded, thinking it was time she starts treating the princess like a servant, ‘since I am never giving her body back.’
King Evander helped the queen out of her clothes and in turn, she rid him of his clothes before she reached for his manhood and stroked his shaft to its full erection, liking being in control.
King Evander was just standing there letting her have her way with him.
King Evander started to moan, “yes, yes.”
Iris stopped and pulled him by his hand to the nearest table before sitting on it and opening her legs wide for him, guiding him to her womanhood.
King Evander entered her and took long deep thrust into her making her moan for more.
Princess Cerena came walking into the room seeing them in full-blown passion, “excuse me,” she said, retreating again.
Both Iris and the king were at the height of their climax and didn’t even notice or hear the servant.
After climaxing on the table, the king carried her to the bathtub where they continued to make love.
King Evander was laying with his back against Iris’s front while she caressed his torso and arms.
“What is it what you love about me,” Iris asked out of the blue.
“Everything,” King Evander said without hesitation.
“You came to my kingdom and claimed demanded my hand in marriage with nothing but a portrait, confessing your love so you love my exterior only?” Iris questioned.
“I have to confess, I was shallow but now I will love you even without a face,” King Evander said, and snorted at himself at how ridiculous he sounded.
After a moment of silence King Evander spoke again, “do you think you can ever learn to love me?”
Iris wrapped her arms around him, “I already do.” Iris thought about how kind and caring he was and how he nursed her back to health.
“You do?” King Evander sat up and turned to face her.
“I love you, yes,” Iris confessed.
King Evander pulled her onto him, “say it again.”
“I love you,” Iris chuckled.
“Again,” King Evander requested.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Iris said as they started to make love again.
The next morning Iris woke by the princess's voice, “Iris, wake up.”
Iris looked over at the King's side, but he was not there.
“The king already left. What were you thinking killing Lacosta?” the princess asked furiously.
“You should start behaving like a servant or I will sell you as a slave,” Iris said getting out of bed.
The princess slapped Iris through her face so hard that her finger marks stayed behind.
“You hag! You are no longer a princess! I am your queen and nothing you do will change that!” Iris spat.
“Have you lost your mind?!” Princess Cerena yelled.
Outside Marchelle was shocked to hear the words between the two of them, thinking, ‘that explains everything.’
Marchelle got an idea of her own, ‘if they could swop bodies then that means I can swop and become Queen Cerena.’
Marchelle smiled at herself, as she continued to listen

“So, you are not even bothered to save your parents?” Princess Cerena asked.
“They are safe, and I will ask King Evander to buy them back from King Gerald, so really, there is no need for me to give up my life,” Iris said, looking at her reflection in the mirror, smiling.
“Why are you smiling,” Princess Cerena demanded to know, furious.
“I wonder what the king will say about a servant doing this to his queen?” Iris said, grabbing the dress that Princess Cerena brought her and started to put it on.
“You think your parents are safe?” Princess Cerena laughed.
“King Gerald are treating them well, you said so yourself,” Iris said, struggling to fasten her dress.
“I lied to you, stupid woman,” the princess laughed.
Iris turned to face her, “are they alive?”
“They are alive but whether they are healthy, well, who knows,” Princess Cerena laughed.
Iris screamed before charging for the princess.

Outside the door, Marchelle heard the commotion and stormed into the room, “that is enough!”
Both Iris and the princess froze in their position, their hands in each other’s hair, looking at Marchelle.
Marchelle closed the door, “princess Cerena and Queen Iris, right?”
“We are just fooling around,” Iris said quickly.
“Sure, but let’s just pretend for a moment that I was standing outside the room and heard everything,” Marchelle informed them, walking over to them and taking them apart, “so you are the princess Cerena, well, now a Queen, in the servant’s body and you are the servant trapped in the Queen s body.”
Iris and the princess composed themselves but said nothing.
“I am the queen now and since I killed the wizard and the enchantress won’t help her to swop back there is no going back. She made her bed and now she will sleep in it,” Iris spat, marching for the door.
Marchelle grabbed Iris by the arm, “I am not done here.”
Iris looked from Marchelle’s grip on her arm to her face, “do I need to remind you that I am the queen?”
“Do I need to remind you that I know your secret?” Marchelle warned her.
“Where is her family?” Marchelle asked.
“What is it to you?” Princess Cerena hissed.
Marchelle let go of Iris and walked over to the princess and spoke in a low tone voice, “if you want to be treated well and your body back then tell me where her parents are.”
“I am not sure, I sold them to the slavers,” the princess whispered so that Iris could not hear.
“Ok, we can work with that,” Marchelle said out loud pretending to have the location of Iris’s parents.
“What does it matter, it is not as if we can swop back,” Iris spat.
“The spell has already been set and I have both mirrors,” Princess Cerena said.
“Put your face to the wall,” Marchelle told Iris.
“What?” Iris asked confused.
“The cold stone will cool your face and take away the print,” Marchelle said.
Iris pressed her face to the wall, “that feels better.”
“I will give your proof when I have your parents and you in return you will give the princess’s body back. If not, I will torture your parents until you do,” Marchelle said, grabbing Princess Cerena by her arm and walking out. “Don’t leave this room until your skin is normal,” Marchelle said before leaving.

“Why are you helping me?” Princess Cerena asked.
“Because my brother wants to send me away and you are going to make sure he lets me choose my husband and kingdom, well, once you are the queen,” Marchelle said, lying.
“But how are we going to find her parents?” the princess wondered.
“We are not. How long were you with her parents? Think of anything that will convince the servant that I have her parents. By the way, why do you want your body back now? Was the whole point of swoping with the servant not to escape my brother?” Marchelle wondered.
“That was before I knew the real him. He cared for her through her lowest, and have you seen him making love? All I ever wanted was what the servant has now, plus he is really handsome, he will make beautiful children,” the Princess said.
“But I saw you with the hairdresser,” Marchelle said wondering about what the princess meant by ‘making love,’ as she knows King Evander was good in bed, but it always comes with pain. ‘I have to find out how he has her,’ Marchelle thought, wondering how she was going to secretly watch her brother make love to his queen.’