Camilla Recalls Them That Night

Camilla is in the assured privacy of Dorothye’s personal chamber. With your secret needing to be kept guard, no one knew just who was inside and whose chambers this was and no one was allowed to enter except you and Camilla. Only you two had the key. Servants would come as scheduled to bring her meals and her door was always locked. To further security, the windows were barred and covered. Dorothye is stuck in her chambers from when she started showing up until she gives birth.

“No matter how kind-hearted and compassionate you maybe, there will always be that feeling of envy and jealousy deep within you.” Alana’s words came back as she entered the key into the keyhole. And Alana had more to say.

Camilla enters Dorothye’s chamber quickly and locks it again once she’s inside. On the bed was Dorothye wearing tight fitting night dress courtesy of Alana. The Frankian Queen from Iberia mentioned that since she wasn’t Dorothye “was basically a prisoner”, she would have no need for other clothing.

The night dresses were all sleeveless with only two thing straps over the shoulders. As mentioned, they were tight and hugged Dorothye’s growing body especially her chest and stomach, accentuating her breasts and nipples and her belly.

Alana said the night dresses were made to stretch as the pregnancy progresses. If Dorothye felt uncomfortable in the clothes Alana provided, she did not voice them.

“Camilla!” Dorothye happily squeals seeing her sister in all but blood. She rushes over to Camilla and hugs her. Dorothye did not get to see Camilla as much as she used to. Camilla has duties and Dorothye cannot leave her chambers.

Dorothye wraps arms around affectionately around her sister. Camilla stares at the wall in front of her as she feels Dorothye pressing against her. Dorothye’s growing breasts pressing against her own flat ones. Dorothye’s pregnant belly, real and growing with life inside touching her own fake belly, empty and devoid of new life.

“Come,” Dorothye takes Camilla’s hand and brings her to the tub, “let us bathe together as we used to.” Yes, Camilla and Dorothye did bathe together every now and then in the past. Not so much as of late.

The Queen and her trusted friend remove their clothes. Camilla leaves behind her fake belly and claims in the water filled tub with Dorothye and her real belly. Since they were young girls, they washed each other, scrubbing the other’s body clean. It was never anything sexual between them. It was one of their ways of bonding and being sisters. It was always fun for them.

“It will be as we’ve always done,” says Dorothye with her sponge ready. Dorothye dutifully scrubs Camilla clean and fresh. The sponge trailing up and down and around Camilla’s unchanged body. Camilla fakes a smile as Dorothye washes her.

Once Dorothye is finished, it’s Camilla’s turn. Camilla takes her own sponge and starts scrubbing Dorothye. ‘No, not like always.’ Camilla thinks as she scrubs Dorothye’s changed body. Her breasts midly bigger than before and getting ready to nurse. Her belly large and firm to the touch with her husband’s child and heir inside. She keeps herself from frowning. This wasn’t the first she’s laid a hand on Dorothye as her body grew with her husband’s child. But Alana’s words keep on repeating her mind and continued to do so after their bath as they dried themselves.

Camilla dries off quickly and redresses. Dorothye took her time. First she seats naked before a mirror and brushes her somewhat moist hair. Camilla stares at Dorothye’s face down to her breasts and rests her sights on her stomach.

Camilla recalls further what Alana said to her while they both observed you and Dorothye earlier.

“Your husband respects and loves you. That much is true. And wedding vows serve to keep him to your bed and your bed only. You let him wonder into the beds of other women because you know how Lords and Kings can be. You let those women bear his children. Wedding vows work for the peasants but not for those with power. You let him disregard your vows because you know it would be one way to keep him satisfied. And as long as he continues to play the ‘loving’ husband and comes back to you, you tell yourself you are content. But deep down, you know better. You, who have been scorned, disregarded and rejected by so many. You envy those with beauty, you envy the allure they have, you envy the desire they place on the eyes of your ‘beloved’ husband. But most of all,” Alana touches her fake belly, “you envy the God-given gift they have. The gift God has also denied you. Not only do you lack beauty, you also lack the capability to bear children. You envy your husband’s lovers and mistresses and the children they gift him with.”

Camilla is snapped out of her thoughts when Dorothye gets up, still naked and puts her on a new night dress. “It’s tighter around the belly, this one. The little one seems to have grown.” Dorothye jokes, clearly happy for her progress. She runs her hand up and down her belly, emphasizing the curve of its growth. Her shadow on the wall made by the candle, doubles the point for Camilla.

“Their wombs will bear fruits but not yours. Never yours. No matter how much your husband plants his seeds, never yours.”

Camilla reaches into her pocket and pulls out a medium-sized vial.

“This contains a poison. Harmless to adults but deadly to small children and babies born or unborn. Go lace this in the food or drink of any of the women carrying your husband’s seed. Best part is, no one will ever determine it was poison.”

Camilla’s hand trembles and her teeth grits. Alana’s words were getting to her. It would be so easy. Just pour the vial’s contents on Dorothye’s water and she miscarriesy. The poison was colorless, tasteless and odorless, according to Alana, and it would be so easy. Camilla opens the vial with that in mind.

Alana’s words were true. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, no matter how hard she tried not let it get to her, no matter how kind she was, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that none of those feelings were there, Camilla did envy other women’s beauty. Their ability to conceive, carry and bear children even more so. Deep down those feelings remained. She looks at Dorothye and quickly makes a decision.

Alana was right about it being colorless, odorless and tasteless. The young Queen pours the poison onto the floor. No matter how envious Camilla felt, she was wise and rational enough to know her infertility and other women’s fertility was nobody’s fault. She could never do something so heinous to her trusted friend and sister. Not especially after what she had to give up just to bear her husband’s child. Back in Westgrenze, Dorothye was being courted by the son of a somewhat success merchant. Dorothye was smitten by him and was very happy with him. She and he wrote and exchanged love letters frequently. Dorothye even told her of their plans for the future, of the children they would have.

It was an act of near desperation when Camilla asked Dorothye to bear her future husband’s child and heir whomever he maybe. Camilla had been painfully rejected again. It was Dorothye’s love and faithfulness to Camilla which led her to agree to it despite her love for the merchant’s son. And despite Dorothye’s love for Camilla’s husband the King, she still had a place in her heart for the merchant’s son and could not bear it to end her relationship with him. They still frequently exchanged love letters. An act very carefully facilitated by Camilla.

The merchant’s son of course was ignorant to the whole secret ploy to place Dorothye’s future son as the heir to Ostgrenze.

Dorothye is her sister in all but blood. She had sacrificed her own happiness to bring Camilla some happiness of her own. It brought tears to her eyes that she almost considered poisoning her dear friend’s child, the beloved husband the King’s child.

“Camilla! Camilla, what’s wrong?” Dorothye is alarmed by Camilla’s tears. Camilla wipes her tears and brings her into a hug and says, “It’s nothing. I just remembered that I ran into a snake earlier today. It’s hissing and forked tongue scared me.”

It brought back another memory when the girls were much younger. Camilla and Dorothye were playing in th garden when Camilla unknowingly wandered towards a snake. The snake bit her on the leg but Dorothye acted quickly and sucked out the venom from the wound before it could spread.

“There, there, sister of mine, I’m here. No snake is getting you.”

Camilla and Dorothye close their eyes as they lose themselves in their embrace. Camilla continued remembering what Alana said to her.

“I could see in your eyes what your heart wants. What it wants is to have a child grow within your own womb. The feeling of life growing inside and a valid reason to tenderly rub your husbands over your tummy each chance you get.”

“How can you know this!”

“Because in some way I know how you feel. I’ve seen all kinds of emotion being conveyed by the eyes. I know because I’ve seen them myself in the mirror so many years ago. That girl Dorothye is such a sweet friend. I had a friend like her once until she stabbed me in the back.” Alana says with no hint of anger or bitterness.

“What did she do?” The unsaid question was what did Alana do to her.

“Oh that is a story for another time, my fellow Queen. The question here however is just what you plan to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re good at administration but you’re still lacking in some areas. I can offer to teach you. I can teach you to be so vital to your husband that in the future he will be more **** to get rid of you if he ever grows bored of you.”

“You mean like you and King Francois?”

“Correct.”

“Why? After all the hurtful things you said, why would you offer to help me?”

“I only spoke the truth or what I thought was the truth. Your reaction confirmed it for me. And here’s a lesson as well, words are hurtful only if you let them be. I offer my help because I see a bit of myself in you. My offer stands until tomorrow. You know where to find me.”

“I will consider your offer, Queen Alana. Please excuse me.”

(switching’s note: The whole sucking the venom out of a fresh snake bite thing, yeah, that’s a myth. Still used it anyway.)