Chapter 32

“Until you fall pregnant again,” King Evander said, passing his son to her.
“Is that all I am good for now?” Iris attacked.
“Watch your mouth woman,” King Evander reminded her who she was talking to.
“Have you thought of a name?” Iris asked, deciding to change the subject.
“Evander; the fifth,” King Evander said, before walking out of the room.
‘He has completely fallen out of love. I wonder how long it will take for him to find out that Princess Marchelle had a personality change again,’ Iris thought when the king left without saying that he loved her like he used to.
That night Iris cried herself to sleep, and every other night that followed.

“You should get a wet nurse to take over so that you can get some fresh air and return to your queen duties,” Marchelle suggested one morning when she paid Iris a visit.
“You seem to forget that I was not brought up like you. My mother fed me, and I will feed my children,” Iris said, with the baby on her breast.
“Do as you please,” Marchelle said, walking over the window, “ah look who arrived for the wedding.”
“The wedding?” Iris shotted her eyes up at Marchelle.
“Yes. Didn’t the king tell you? We are getting married in two days' time,” Marchelle stated, watching Prince Remington and his wife, Princess Aisley, stepping out of the carriage.
“He did not tell me it will be this soon,” Iris said, holding back her tears.
“It’s been five weeks since the birth of his son and we thought it a good idea to have the wedding at the same time of introducing Prince Evander V to the world,” Marchelle said, making her way out of the room.
“His idea or yours?” Iris hissed after her.
“Does it matter?” Marchelle gave her a sly smile before opening the door.
“By the way, the king said you should let a servant take care of the baby and meet him in the pleasure room,” Marchelle lied.
“He did?” Iris’s eyes lit up, thinking, ‘if I can make love to him again, he might change his mind.’
“Yes, if you are ready to fill your duties as a wife,” Marchelle said before leaving.

Iris called the servant in, “get me a bath ready.”
“Yes, your majesty,” the servant girl hurried to get the bathtub ready.
“When was the last time you heard of the servant Iris?” Iris made small talk, wondering what happened to her body and the princess.
“Never saw her again,” the servant said, packing wood to make a fire near the bathtub.
Iris walked over to the window and looked out, watching more guests arrive, thinking, ‘it is going to be a big event.’
Iris was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear the servant tell her that the bath was ready.
“Your majesty?” the servant asked when she saw the queen cry.
Iris whiped her tears and looked at the servant.
“The bath is ready,” the servant said with a bowed head, lowering her eyes to the ground.
“Thank you,” Iris said, taking her nightgown off and walking over to the bathtub.
The servant knew the queen preferred to bathe herself these days, so she stood aside, waiting for the queen to be done.
Iris bathe in a hurry and after she was done, the servant helped to dry her.
“I need a dress that is easy to take off,” Iris instructed the servant.
The servant left for a moment and returned with a beautiful dark blue dress.
“Perfect,” Iris said as the servant helped her to put the dress on.
Iris darted for the door.
“Majesty, your shoes and your hair,” the servant ran after her with a pair of shoes.
Iris stopped for a moment and slipped the shoes on, “my hair will have to wait. Don’t leave my son alone.”
“Yes, your majesty,” the servant said before going back into the room to take care of the little prince.

Iris arrived at the pleasure room and took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping in, only to find it empty.
Iris noticed the vast and two goblets. She walked over and poured herself a goblet before drinking it to settle her nerves and excitement.
Iris waited and waited and the more she waited, the more she drank. When the door opened, she jumped up, thinking it was the king.

“Marchelle?” Iris questioned when she saw her walking in.
“The king is running late,” Marchelle lied. Marchelle drugged the wine so that Iris will be too arouse to deny any pleasure coming her way.
“I don’t feel so good,” Iris took a seat on the bed.
“Just relax,” Marchelle said, walking over to Iris and pushing her to lay backward.
“Ok,” Iris agreed, thinking laying down was going to make her feel better.
Iris felt the skirt part of the dress being lifted.
“What are you doing?” Iris questioned, feeling weak.
Marchelle touched her leg and then slide her hand slowly up Iris’s leg to test the waters, “how does that feel?”
“Good, really good,” Iris moaned.
Marchelle took every move, sound, and moan that Iris made in, learning how to be like Iris so that the king won’t fall out of love with her again as she already noticed that the king was distant again, always remarking that she was her old self or different.
“Take off your dress,” Marchelle said, wanting to study the way Iris does it.
Iris laid down as she pulled on the strings, thinking, ‘yes, I should take my dress off.’
Iris sat up and pulled her dress over her head, with the help of Marchelle.
Marchelle leaned in and kissed Iris.
“No,” Iris tried to protest, but she was too weak and too lust-filled to have the will to really fight Marchelle off.
“Shhh, just relax. The king wants me to make sure you are ready to receive him. You don’t want to disappoint him, do you?” Marchelle said, saying anything to get Iris to let go.
‘The king, I should be perfect for him,’ Iris told herself in her drugged and bibulous state, allowing Marchelle to kiss her.
“Imagine I am the king,” Marchelle suggested.
“Ok,” Iris said, kissing Marchelle back, relaxing down on the bed.
Iris felt Marchelle’s fevered body against hers and wrapped one leg around her, moaning with every kiss and every touch.
Marchelle massaged Iris's breast before mouthing a nipple, touching and kissing Iris exactly how the king does when they made love so that she can know exactly how to react the next time she was with the king.
Marchelle progressed towards Iris womanhood until she found her mouth on her. Marchelle was so good at touching and kissing the way the king always touched and kissed her that Iris forgot for a moment whose mouth was on her womanhood.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” Iris moaned as she plated her fingers in Marchelle’s hair.
Iris got pulled back to reality when she felt the long hair, “stop!”
Marchelle smiled, thinking, ‘I have all I need.’ Marchelle stood up and left Iris there, naked on the bed and barely able to understand what was happening to her.
Marchelle walked to the door, “she is all yours,” she said to the guard that was guarding the door.
“Are you sure?” the guard questioned, still not believing that the queen requested him.
At first, Marchelle told her bedmate to sleep with the queen, but he was too smart for her; knowing that his head would roll if the king walked in on them.
Iris felt the steady hands of a man on her and, before she could even open her eyes, the man entered her, pinning her down to the bed.
Iris gasped as the man thrust into her, satisfying her need.
Marchelle smiled as she watched and listened to Iris moaning in pleasure.

Marchelle swiftly made her way over to the king’s office and send his court officials on their way, “give us a moment.”
“My darling, we are busy,” King Evander objected.
“Out,” Marchelle ordered again before sitting on the king’s lap and wrapped her arms around him, “I love you. I love you. I love you,” she said between kisses.
King Evander wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.
“Come, make love to me in the pleasure room,” Marchelle whispered near his ear as she brushed her lips against his ear.
“Why not here?” King Evander asked as he started to undo her dress.
“Because your court officials are all outside and I know how much you love the sex objects in the pleasure room,” Marchelle said, smiling and kissing him the way Iris kissed her.
‘I love it when she is like this,’ King Evander thought as he caved to her request.
Marchelle stood up and took him by his hand, “come.”
When Marchelle told Iris earlier that the guest was arriving for her wedding which would be in two days, she was lying. In fact, the king postponed the idea of marriage because he felt her behavior was not consistent and it made him doubt his true feelings.

Now that King Evander was picking up on glimpses of what he fell in love with in the first place, not sure anymore if it was originally his queen’s behavior or Marchelle’s, he felt happy and allowed Marchelle to take him to the pleasure room.