Chapter 5

“Bring the princess along,” King Evander ordered.
Iris was still gagging and tried to catch her breath when she got pulled up by her arm. Iris refused to walk so the guard started to drag her.
“Pick her up you moron!” King Evander shouted at the guard, “no one causes her any pain but me!”
The guard threw Iris over his shoulder, his one hand on her thigh, and with the king’s eyes in front of him, he slipped his free hand holding on to her bud cheek, squeezing hard, smiling. Iris struggled a bit. The guard slipped his hand down a bit, his fingers touching her womanhood.
‘Filth,’ Iris thought, tears building up in her eyes, as she realized that he had plenty of opportunities to violate her since the King’s room was still a long walk away.
‘Should I scream?’ Iris wondered, “I can walk,” she said instead.
“You had the opportunity,” King Evander said but did not look around.
The guard slipped two fingers into Iris, making her eyes grow big, a little gasp escaped her.
The guard slipped his fingers out of her stroking them over her clitoris, ‘she is so wet, she must like this.’
The tears fell from Iris’s eyes as the guard continued to violate her.
‘I hope she disobeys so that the King will send her down to the dungeons or even better, back to her room, tonight, tonight I will take her all the way, she clearly likes this since she is not screaming for help,’ the guard thought, slipping his fingers back into her before retracting them and mouthing them, thinking, ‘royalty taste good.’
Iris started to sob but the guard thought she is moaning in pleasure. King Evander stopped and turned around, the guard took his hand away just in time.
King Evander walked around the guard and pulled Iris up by her hair, “oh, now you are crying?”
“Please, I can walk,” Iris pleaded.
“You are crying because you are not allowed to walk? Stupid woman,” King Evander lets go of her before walking ahead again.
The guard smiled before slipping his fingers back into Iris but this time he used it to also hold her in place on his shoulder as he wanted to take care of his ever-growing erection.
The guard started to moan at his own pleasure.
“Is she getting too heavy for you?” King Evander laughed but did not look around to see what the guard is doing.
The guards they passed just kept quiet, knowing they will all get their turn with her.
Marchelle stepped out of her room, following the guard that came to collect her. Her eyes fell on the guard, he stopped for a moment with a big gulp. Marchelle smiled at him and then takes her place next to King Evander. The guard was relieved but Marchelle seeing him made his erection go down a bit.
‘Will the King notice if I slip away for a moment with his princess?’ The guard wondered as he slipped into Marchelle’s room.
The guard closed the door and dropped Iris onto the bed, pulling his trousers off.
For a moment Iris was relieved, thinking it was the end of the walk but then she realized that it has just begun when the guard grabbed her by her ankles and pulled her towards him, her legs separated by his strength.
“No, please don’t!” Iris cried.
The guard pushed her down on the bed, covering her mouth with his large hand, “shut up, we all know you want this.”
King Evander was oblivious to the fact that the guard is no longer behind him with his princess.
“I can’t wait for you to make me cry,” Marchelle said even though she didn’t mean it, she hated it but she will rather have King Evander between her legs than him in the arms of another.
“Hopefully you can teach the princess what is expected of her,” King Evander said, looking around.
“Guard?!” He shouted out.
“Let the guards teach her, come, my love,” Marchelle tried to pull him along.
“The guards?! She is mine and mine alone!” King Evander said, storming back, “where is she?”
The guard was about to force himself into Iris when he heard the king calling out.
“If you scream, I will kill you at my next opportunity and if I don’t one of the other guards will honor my memory by killing you,” the guard said, picking Iris up and shoving her to the private room that gets used for the bedside pan.
The guard stride over to the bedroom door and quickly opens it, standing in it.
“Where is she? What are you doing?” King Evander demanded to know.
“Princess Cerena Valentine needed to use the beside pan,” the guard said.
“Let her finish, “Marchelle said, smiling, knowing that is not the case, thinking, ‘why is she not screaming for help? She must like it.’
“Bring her to my room when she is done,” King Evander said about to walk away.
“I am done,” Iris stormed out of the room and swiftly walked past the guard, “I will walk.”
King Evander smiled, “she must really not like being carried,” he joked with Marchelle.
Iris walked in front of them, trying to get away from the guard as far as possible.
King Evander could not help but feel himself grow stiff again at the sight of the princess perky back end, ‘I have to have her.’
‘You can run but you cannot hide, tonight I will have you,’ the guard laughed within, following close behind the King and Marchelle. ‘Or I will just have the King’s sister again,’ he thought, smiling when Marchelle looks over her shoulder at him, smiling seductively.
“Let my beautiful Marchelle show you what is in store for you,” King Evander said, as he started to undo Marchelle’s dress.
Iris refused to look at them and turns her head away, which angered the king.
King Evander grabbed her by her face, “if you look away again, I will give you to the guards to do as they please with you.”
“She might just enjoy that,” Marchelle said.
King Evander slaps Marchelle through her face making her gasp, grabbing her face. King Evander continued to take Marchelle’s dress off, all while keeping his eyes on the princess.
While the king was making Marchelle cry, Iris was finding it hard to hold back her own tears, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction her tears will bring.
The King was so rough with Marchelle that she fainted from the pain and when he was done with her, he called for the guards to remove her weak body from his room, “guard, take her to her room.”
The guard came in and picked Marchelle up, carrying her away.
‘I wonder if the guard is going to have his way with her unconscious body,’ Iris thought to herself.
King Evander walked over to Iris that was still standing naked putting the choker neckless around her neck before attaching the chain to it that was already linked to the cuff around his wrist, “come, I have some business to take care of.”
“Do you like it when your guards’ eyes are on your future queen’s body?” Iris asked, standing her ground.
“Yes,” King Evander said, yanking the chain, making her gasp as she fell into step behind him.
Now that she pointed it out it started to bug King Evander that other men were looking at his future Queen and wife’s body.
“Go get the princess a dress to wear and bring it to my office,” King Evander ordered the first servant they run into.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she said before running off to get a dress for the princess.
The servant returned swiftly with a dress and helped Iris put it on.
“I know that you can read so take a book and read it,” King Evander said as he took a seat at his desk to look at some scrolls, tearing up every second one, huffing at every other one, and signing a few with his seal.
Iris took a random book that was threat bonded and sat on the daybed, pretending to read, but then she realized that she can actually read, thinking, ‘must be the real princess brain.’ Iris got so engorged in the book since servants especially women were not allowed to read, not that it mattered since they never had the time to read in any case, that she did not hear King Evander tell her hours later that he is done.
King Evander yanked the chain bringing Iris to her feet, “are you deaf?”
“Sorry your majesty,” Iris said.
“Put down the book,” King Evander demanded.
“But I am not finished reading it,” Iris protested.
King Evander grabs the book from her hands, almost jealous that she is holding so tightly onto it.
King Evander walked to the dining hall, “I am starved, how about you?”
“I will rather see the people eat,” Iris said.
In the dining hall, a feast was laid out that made Iris a little angry, thinking, ‘he will never eat all this food, why are they preparing so much food for so few people?’
Iris was surprised to see Marchelle sitting at the dining table as if nothing was wrong.