Chapter 29

Iris wondered if he would reject her if she reached out and touched him first, ‘but what if he takes me the way he always took Princess Marchelle? Does it matter if I get to feel him inside of me again, his lips on mine?’
‘No, he must make the first move, he will just reject the thought of Princess Marchelle,’ Iris thought, willing herself not to make the first move.
“Have you changed the bath oils you bath in?” King Evander asked, recognizing Marchelle’s scent as the same as what his queen used to use.
“I did,” Iris said.
“I think my queen used the same, but now that she is with child she has changed to something else, think what you used to use,” King Evander said, taking his seat at
his desk.
“We swopped,” Iris said, walking to the door and calling a servant in, “please come and clean up.”
After the servant cleaned up, she asked if she should bring more food, “should I bring fresh trays?”
“Evander?” Iris asked.
“Not for me,” King Evander said, getting busy with his paperwork.
“Perhaps just some wine,” Iris requested.
“Yes, that is just what I need,” King Evander agreed, thinking, ‘can I make love to her just once more and blame it on the wine?’
The servant returned with one flask of wine and poured to goblets before turning to leave.
“Bring another flask,” King Evander said before clearing his goblet.
Iris stood up from where she was sitting and filled his glass for him, “what is stressing you?”
“My queen,” King Evander admitted.
“Your queen? How so?” Iris asked, watching him finish another goblet of wine.
“The pregnancy has changed her and I don’t know how to get back to how it was before the pregnancy,” King Evander admitted, holding his goblet out to her so that she can fill it.
The servant returned with another flask and when the servant left King Evander stood up and pulled his sister to him, “I want you,” he said, his voice thick and hoarse.
Iris loosened the front of her corset dress, “I am yours, always.”
King Evander pulled her into him and kissed her hard, before grabbing her by her hair and violently pulling her head back, “you are deliberately seducing me, bathing in the oils of my queen, always around me, acting the way she does, or used to.”
“I,” Iris started to defend herself, but King Evander rammed her against the wall before ripping her dress off.
“You want to cry for me again? Hu? Is this what you want?” King Evander asked as he takes his erection out of his pants and pushed it into her.
Iris gasped at his violent thrust, but at the same time, she welcomed it. Anything to feel him again.
Iris serenaded herself to his violent lovemaking, and they kept at it for the rest of the night through goblets of wine.
“I should make you my second wife,” King Evander said where they laid on the floor, the sun rising through the window onto their naked bodies.
Iris reached out to him and stroke his face, a tear escaping her eye. King Evander prop himself up on his arm before leaning over and kissing the tear. “I love it when I make you cry.”
“Go get some rest and instead of meeting me here in my office, meet me in the pleasure room,” King Evander said as he stood up and pulled his clothes on and left her there, broken-hearted, on the floor.
King Evander had the servants get him a bath ready in one of the vacant rooms, as he didn’t want his queen to smell another woman on him.
‘Just hope Marchelle can keep her mouth shut and give me time to introduce the idea of making her my second wife to Cerena,’ King Evander thought as he soaked her scent of him.
King Evander could not get the night out of his head and how at some moments he forgot that he was having sex with Marchelle and not his queen.
“Husband, why are you bathing in here?” Marchelle asked, walking into the room.
“My queen, good morning. I didn’t want to wake you up,” King Evander said.
Marchelle sat near the bathtub and took the sponge from the servant, “leave us.”
“You know I don’t like their hands on you,” Marchelle said as she rubbed the sponge over his body.
King Evander took her arm and kissed her, “how are you feeling this morning?”
“Full of energy,” Marchelle said.
“That is good,” King Evander said with a yawn.
“I missed you in bed last night. You should get your court officials to do the paperwork,” Marchelle said before stretching her eyes big with a smile plastered on herface, “the baby just kicked.”
Marchelle grabbed King Evander’s hand and placed it on her belly, “do you feel that?”
“Strong,” King Evander said, leaning towards her belly and kissing it.
King Evander stood up and got out of the bath, “you are right, I should get my court official to do their work.”
Marchelle passed him a cloth to dry him, “make love to me.”
King Evander took her to the bed to make love to her, but all he could think about was the night with Marchelle.
“I am sorry, my darling, I didn’t get any sleep last night,” King Evander said before falling on his back.
“I will do all the work,” Marchelle said, getting on top of him.
After Marchelle felt satisfied, she left him to sleep, and it was only at dinnertime that they saw each other again.
“You slept all day, my love, lucky me,” Marchelle said, thinking she is going to have a good night of lovemaking.
“Lucky you?” King Evander asked before taking a bite of food, trying his best not to look over at his sister.
“Now you have lots of energy to tend to my needs,” Marchelle said, smiling seductively.
“Sorry my darling, I have work to catch up on since I slept all day,” King Evander rejected.
Iris smiled as she made sure all the work was done but kept it to herself.
The king watched his queen throw down her fork before storming off.
King Evander took his goblet and finished the wine inside before picking up the vast, “come, Marchelle.”
The guard that used to be Marchelle’s bed slave was jealous but knew not to cross her, thinking, ‘he will grow tired of her again, and then she will invite me back to her bed.’
Guard watched the king and his stepsister leave and took his own leave, stationed at the King’s bedroom door.
He was guard to the queen and because the king was not in his room; he was guard outside the bedroom door alone.
Marchelle was restless and decided she can no longer deny herself, so she sat up and called out, “guard.”
The guard frowned as he knows the queen hates them for the way they treated her before she became queen and would never let them in the room when she was in the room.
“Your majesty?” the guard bowed down to her, averting his eyes to the floor.
“Shut the door,” Marchelle said, as she took her nightdress off her shoulder, thinking she will play a little game with him.
“Your majesty?” the guard asked, confused.
“You heard me, shut the door,” Marchelle repeated.
The guard did as he was told.
“Do you have a wife?” Marchelle asked, swirling her finger around her bare shoulder.
“No, my queen,” the guard said.
“A woman?” Marchelle asked again, wondering what his answer would be.
“There is someone, but, um, nothing,” the guard stumbled over his words.
“But?” Marchelle fished for him to elaborate.
“She does not want me anymore,” the guard said, sounding half sad.
“Do you love her?” Marchelle asked, smiling, untying the string to her nightdress.
“I do,” the guard admitted.
“A servant here at the castle?” Marchelle asked, knowing he was talking about her, well, her former body.
“No, um, it doesn’t matter. What can I do for you?” the guard asked, trying to change the subject.
Marchelle stood up and slipped her nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor.
“Your majesty,” the guard dropped his eyes.
“Don’t think I don’t know how you licked your lips when that guard violated me, wishing it was you,” Marchelle reminded him of the beginning.
“But then I fell in love,” the guard said, his eyes still on the ground.
“But she doesn’t love you, so why deprive yourself?” Marchelle said, walking over to him.
“Look at me,” Marchelle demanded, making the guard look up at her.
“No, not at my face. Look here,” Marchelle said, swirling her finger around her erected nipple.
The guard dropped his eyes to her nipples and wonders how the queen went from all rejecting to all willing like this, ‘the rumors must be true, maybe she just pretended to get the king to marry her.’
“Touch me,” Marchelle demanded.
“Your majesty, I already risk the king cutting out my eyes,” the guard declined.
“You didn’t hesitate to fuck his sister, and does she not belong to him as well?” Marchelle stated.
“You know about us?” the guard questioned, finding it hard to believe that Marchelle would trust the queen, the very same queen she abducted and sold the slavers.