An unexpected ally

The princess knew her way around the castle, and she knew too well how to get to her brother's chambers unseen. She entered the room with haste, and soon the smell hit her. The smell of sex. It was too real, too dense, and she almost wanted to cry immediately at the realisation that it was the smell of her brother mixed with that harlot. Focus, dammit, focus! She saw the sheets still covered by sweat, but soon she caught another smell, something rancid and rotten. It didn't came from the bed, but it was near. She closed her eyes and followed it, back to it's origin. It came from an empty goblet, the one his brother used to drink wine. She brought it closer to her nose and sniffed it. Was this...?

"A love potion." said a voice from the door. Isolde turned back and saw one of the queen's cows there, it was the red woman, in all of her naked beauty, her red skin showing traces of exquisite ink, her white hair falling over her impressive rack, her nipples leaking. "An old trick, but quite an effective one."

"She used this?" asked Isolde, lifting the empty cup.

"We don't have much time." Said Nameria, a drop of milk fell from her engorged breasts. "I cannot speak directly or she will know. I'm already taking a great risk by interfering in her plans."

"Who? Who will know?" Said Isolde. "I want you to say her name."

"That I will not do. She knows when her name is spoken. She has eyes and ears already in the castle. She is distracted know, but she won't be for long. This, I will say: A great danger has fallen upon this castle, far greater than any common enchantress, and you wont be able to face her alone. She serves the darkness and only the true light can hope to tame her."

"What do you mean, red?"

"Below this castle, there is something she fears, in the cripts, your ancestors hid weapons of light there, weapons to fight the darkness of the old wars. There is still power there and she fears it. That why she got the priest killed. A holy man has power over the scorned, even a feeble one."

"Father Marvin is dead?" Asked Isolde. She never liked the old priest, no one did, but the though of him dying so easily scared her far more than se was willing to admit.

"More will come after him." The red woman pointed at the goblet them. "She is toying with you, she wants to make you loose your focus, to **** your jealousy and make you blind to the deception. Look beyond her words, she has deceived you from the beginning!"

"What does that even mean...?" Asked Isolde.

"I have to go now. She will notice my absence. Remember: the crypts!, she cannot enter there yet! It's your only hope. Maybe the only hope for this kingdom."

"Wait!" She screamed to the red woman.

But she was already gone.