Chapter 30

“I sometimes watched, without her knowing,” Marchelle lied.
“If you don’t have sex with me, I will tell the king you tried to rape me,” Marchelle said, sitting back onto the bed, “you know you want to.”
“But won’t it hurt the baby?” the guard objected.
“Not if we are careful,” Marchelle opened her legs.
The guard took off his chest plate and his clothes and was about to just push his erection into her when she shut her legs, “what are you doing? I want you to do to me what you used to do to princess Marchelle.”
“That is too intimate and, and I love her,” the guard protested.
“Your poor soul,” Marchelle said, pulling him to sit on the bed, “what if I told you I am Marchelle?”
“I can see with my eyes that you are Queen Cerena,” the guard chuckled, thinking the pregnancy really has the queen crazy.
Marchelle shared some secrets that only she and the guard knows of her, and the guard could not believe his ears or his eyes.
“You like it when I touch you here, and here, and like this,” Marchelle smiled seductively while touching the guard.
“How is this even possible?” the guard questioned.
“The wizard Lacosta put a spell on two mirrors and if you make a wish at the same time someone else does and your circumstances match, then you swop bodies,” Marchelle explained.
The guard looked at her bewildered, “why would you want to be queen Cerena?”
“Because if my brother dies accidentally, then I am already queen,” Marchelle chuckled, pulling the guard closer and kissing him.
‘It must be true, she kisses just like Marchelle,’ the guard thought before making love to her.
“So, if the king and I are to make the wish at the same time, then I could be him and he, me?” the guard asked afterward, thinking about it.
“Yes, but the wizard is dead, and the spell works only once,” Marchelle said, out of breath.
“There are other wizards out there you know,” the guard said, already planning on how he is going to become king.
“You find a wizard and leave the rest up to me,” Marchelle thought, having no plans whatsoever to have the guard replace her brother.
“By the way, he is making love to the princess right now. Well, to your body,” the guard said, getting up from the bed.
“What?” Marchelle asked, sitting up.
“They have grown closed and last night out of the blue, he fucked her all over his office,” the guard said, putting his clothes on.
“It is not the princess in my body, it is the servant Iris. The princess is stuck in the servant’s body,” Marchelle said, grabbing her nightgown and putting it on.
“Where are you going?” the guard asked, walking after her.
“To catch my brother in the act,” Marchelle said, angrily.
“And say what? You know he can take another wife? If you catch him, you will force him to take her as a wife,” the guard tries to stop her.
“I will force him to send her away,” Marchelle said, stomping off towards his office.
“You are making a mistake,” the guard shouted after her.
“What do you know?” Marchelle huffed.
“Everything about the king,” the guard stated and made Marchelle stop in her tracts.
‘He is right, he has always given me expert advice,’ Marchelle turned back.
“Find out for me which kingdoms are in need of a bride. I am getting rid of her,” Marchelle said, walking back into the room.
“I am going to miss that body,” the guard said under his breath.

A few months went by and the guard only pretended to inquire about any kingdoms needing a bride, feeling as long as the king is making love to Marchelle’s body he can have the woman he loves, even if she does not look the same anymore. King Evander was ready to break the news to his queen that he has decided to make his sister his second wife.
King Evander waited patiently in the throne room, Iris already at his side when a servant came running in, “Princess Marchelle! Come quick! The queen is in labor!”
King Evander stood up, and they both ran to the queen’s room as that was the room that they kept ready for her to give birth in.
When they arrived at the Queen’s room Iris stopped King Evander, “it is no place for a man.”
“But my healer is a man,” King Evander protested, wanting to be there the moment his child is born.
“The healer is not in there, he sends two midwives, saying he does not partake in childbirth,” one of the servants said that was standing outside the door with the guards, ready for more orders.
After a few hours of screaming, the baby was still not born.
“Why is it taking so long!” Marchelle cried, desperate for it to be over.
“The baby might be stuck, but this could take three days.  My queen, woman even die during childbirth. You have to be strong,” one midwife encouraged her with a wet cloth to her temple.
“Everyone but the princess, out!” Marchelle demanded.
“What? Are you sure?” the midwives protested.
“Out!!” Marchelle shouted with the next painful contraction.
Once the room was clear, Marchelle grabbed Iris by the hair, “I am not dying today, get the mirrors!”
“The mirrors?” Iris asked, confused.
“Yes, we are swopping bodies,” Marchelle said.
“No, we are not,” Iris protested as she knows the king has fallen out of love with the Queen and was in love with her, who was now his stepsister.
“If you don’t, I will convince him to marry you off.  I already find three kingdoms that he is interested in that want your hand in marriage,” Marchelle lied, desperate to be rid of the pain and to survive.
“He won’t marry me off,” Iris laughed at her.
Marchelle tightened her grip on Iris’s hair and hissed, “I know he is fucking you, you stupid bitch. I told him to, so we don’t hurt the baby.”
Iris felt as if she was stabbed with a knife through her heart, not knowing that Marchelle is lying.
“But what if I die during childbirth?” Iris cried.
“What if you don’t die? Think about that,” Marchelle spat, shoving her away, “now get the mirrors.”
“What makes you think it will work?” Iris questioned.
“The one mirror is here, in that wardrobe and the other under the bed in the King’s room in a white box,” Marchelle cried as another contraction hits her.
Iris stormed out of the room.
“What is going on?” King Evander ran after her.
“She wants her mirror,” Iris responded, running towards the King’s room.
“What? Why?” King Evander asked.
“I guess she wants to see the baby as it comes out,” Iris said.
King Evander stopped and turned back, hearing his queen's screams.
Iris found the mirror exactly where Marchelle said it would be, thinking, ‘will it actually work?’
‘I should be happy that I get to birth the baby I made with love,’ Iris thought as she ran back to the Queen’s room.
When Iris got back to the queen’s room, she found her unconscious.  “The queen is dead!” Iris shouted in shock, thinking Marchelle has died with the baby inside of her.
The midwives and King Evander stormed into the room, and so did the guard.
“Get out!” King Evander shouted at the guard.
‘Please, not my darling, not my Marchelle,’ the guard thought, as he walked out, holding back his tears.
One midwife felt for a pulse, “strong and steady.”  The second midwife felt around her belly, “there, strong movements.  Since her waters have not broken yet, all will be well. When she wakes up, we will break her waters if it has not broken yet.”
Both Iris and the king stayed behind their hands on the queen’s belly, praying silently for the wellbeing of the baby.  Iris looked over at King Evander, feeling slight resentment at him for just using her as a sex object, wondering if he is praying for the wellbeing of his queen.
‘If the body swop works, I am breaking the mirrors,’ Iris thought as she felt the baby move, ‘don’t worry my darling, it will be over soon.’
Iris and King Evander both drifted off to sleep and got woken up by the queen’s labor screams.
The midwives came storming in, “the waters broke but there is something wrong, the blood is too much.”
“Out, out, out!” Marchelle shouted, “I don’t want to die!” she cried.
“We can’t leave you now. We have to get the baby out or you both die,” the one midwife protested.
“I am not dying for this baby!” Marchelle cried, grabbing Iris and digging her fingers into her skin.
“Everyone out, just for a moment,” Iris said, “you as well,” she said to King Evander.
Once everyone was out, Iris gave the one mirror to Marchelle and took the other and together, they made the wish.
“It is not working,” Marchelle cried as one after the other contraction hits her.
“Let’s try again,” Iris suggested, anything to distract her from her pain.
“I wish to be a queen in labor,” Iris said her wish. “I wish to be a princess,” Marchelle made her wish.