Follow Hand-maiden to the cabin

**THE THRONE OF SWAPPED DESIRE: CHAPTER 3**

**PHNXpiyush | Omegatglul**

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The crisp winter air bit at my exposed skin as I stood frozen in the snowy courtyard of Winterfell. Under the pale, glittering moonlight, the black stone walls looked hauntingly beautiful, but all I could focus on was the absolute chaos of my situation.

Standing right in front of me was Jaime Lannister—the arrogant, golden-haired knight—who had just tried to kiss me. Except it wasn't Jaime. It was Aryan, my gymbro college roommate, trapped in a ridiculously buff body while I was stuck in the frame of a stunning, drop-dead gorgeous queen.

Aryan was frantically trying to calm me down, his hands waving in the air as he pitched his solution to this timeline alteration.

"Look, we just need to meet tomorrow morning at the old, abandoned tower at the edge of the castle," he had urged, his voice a low, tense whisper. "We just stand in the room and talk, the kid climbs up, we get caught having a conversation, and the first episode gets fixed. That’s how we get free from this body."

Just then, a handmaiden had stepped out into the cold, offering her services to the Queen—aka me. Lady Catelyn was worried I was sick, and the maid wanted to know if I needed a doctor. Aryan had quickly cut in, using his commanding knight’s voice to cover for me, telling her the Queen was just exhausted and needed to be taken to her chambers.

I gave Aryan a nervous, warning nod, my heart hammering against my ribs as I reluctantly turned to follow the handmaiden.

The moment I stepped forward, I realized what a nightmare this dress was. The heavy, gold-and-olive skirt was dragging into the fresh snow, soaking up the freezing moisture and growing heavier by the second. I looked ahead and saw the handmaiden effortlessly managing her own clothing, holding the hem of her gown with one hand while guiding the way with a flickering torch in the other.

Emulating her, I quickly reached down with both of my hands, clutching the thick layers of velvet and silk to lift the gown slightly off the frozen ground. My arms felt weak, and managing the sheer bulk of the fabric while trying to walk in delicate, flat shoes felt like a high-stakes balancing act.

Jeez! Why the fuck would women even wear such things? I complained to myself in my mind as I struggled to walk, following the handmaiden.

As the room felt closer, I imagined myself having to sleep on the bed in a woman's body. It was going to be so hard to sleep sideways or on my stomach now that I had these huge boobs attached to me. It was kinda hot to think about, honestly... but suddenly, I realized something.

Wait a minute, a terrifying realization suddenly hit me as we reached the dark, drafty stone corridors. If I'm Cersei Lannister... that means the King being her husband would be sleeping in the same room as me. The big, bearded scary guy. What the fuck happens if he wants to... you know... fuck this body? What if he tries to slide into bed and force himself on me?

In a brutal, backward medieval world like this, a wife was basically property. Even if she was the literal Queen, she didn't exactly have the right to say no to her husband in bed. I can’t even imagine what he will do if a woman tries to stand up for herself.

But why the hell am I getting so freaked out? I’m still a guy at heart. Mentally, I should easily be able to just fight him off, punch him in the jaw, and stop him... maybe?

I felt a heavy knot of anxiety tightening in my gut just thinking about it. My male ego was slamming hard against the helpless reality of being locked inside a woman's body. Panic rose in my chest. I couldn't take it anymore; I had to know.

"Uh... excuse me," I said, clearing my throat to force out that soft, high-pitched queen voice. I looked down at the handmaiden. "Where is... the King? Is he returning to the chambers soon?"

The handmaiden stopped for a second, looking surprised that I had moved up right beside her. She quickly lowered her eyes and bowed.

"His Grace, King Robert, is still in the great hall, Your Grace. Lord Stark ordered more winter ale, and His Grace said he wouldn't go to bed until he had drunk the North dry with his old friend. I think he will be drinking until dawn."

I let out a massive, silent sigh of relief. Thank fucking god. A drunk king passing out at a banquet table meant I wouldn't have to worry about getting fucked tonight. That bought me time.

We finally reached a pair of heavy, dark oak doors at the end of the hallway. Two big royal guards in gold-red Lannister armor stood at attention. The moment they saw me, they slammed their fists against their chests and bowed deeply.

"Your Grace," they boomed together.

I just gave them a stiff, awkward nod—still totally weirded out by giant men bowing to my ass—and stepped inside as the handmaiden pushed the doors open.

The room was huge and really warm, thanks to a big stone fireplace where a loud fire crackled, casting a cozy glow over everything. A giant bed piled high with thick, dark fur blankets sat in the center. The handmaiden closed the heavy doors behind us, shutting out the rest of the castle.

Suddenly, a wave of confusion hit me. Wait, huh? Why the fuck is the handmaiden inside the room with me, and why did she just lock the door? My modern brain figured a queen would just get left alone to sleep in peace. Was she staying the night? I was too confused and caught off guard to even ask, as I watched her walk past me toward a large wooden wardrobe.

She opened it up and pulled out the night attire. It wasn't a standard western nightgown at all—it was a long, flowing crimson silk robe with deep, wide sleeves and elegant gold embroidery stitched around the deep V-neck and cuffs.

My eyes widened as I stared at the fabric. Wait, don't tell me... is she gonna ask me to wear that now? There was barely any fabric to it.

Before I could even finish the thought, she held the outfit and walked straight back to me, her eyes still peeled to the stone ground out of sheer respect because I was the Queen.

"Allow me to help you undress, Your Grace, and take your hair out of these tight braids," she said softly.

Wait, what? I definitely hadn't expected her to just casually offer to strip me naked. Then it hit me—right, old-time fantasy logic. Queens have servants who do literally everything for them. Still, my regular guy instincts flared up instantly. No way in hell was I letting a random chick undress me.

"Uh, it's fine! Really," I blurted out, waving my hands awkwardly. "I can... I can do it myself. You can go."

The handmaiden flinched, her eyes widening as she nervously took a step back. She lowered her head quickly, her voice tight with worry.

"Have I... have I displeased you, Your Grace? Please, let me assist you. I do not wish to neglect my duties."

“What? That's not what I mea—” but she interrupts again looking really scared, “Your Grace please, I can do better!” she says as I kind of feel now guilty for her.

I didn't mean to freak her out. In a backward world like this, a queen rejecting a servant probably meant the poor girl thought she was about to get fired or punished for doing a bad job. The last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene or blow my cover on night one.

"Hey, no, it's okay," I said quickly, trying to make my high-pitched queen voice sound completely normal. "You didn't do anything wrong. Seriously. Don't worry about it."

She looked up at me, still looking totally anxious and unsure, just waiting for me to snap. Realizing I had absolutely no choice if I wanted to keep her from getting suspicious or worried, I gave up. I just had to play the part.

"Alright," I mumbled, bracing myself. "Go ahead. Help me change."

Well the worse has already happened to me, I won't mind a cute chick help me undress if I was still me. I swallowed my pride and stood perfectly still in the middle of the room, as the handmaiden walked closer to me and started untying the knots of the dress.

Her fingers worked quickly at the back, dealing with the heavy layers of the gown. She first reached for the ornate gold metal belt clamped tightly around the narrow waist, unhooking it with a sharp click. Next, her nimble hands went to work on the tight laces running down the intricate, gold-patterned back panel. As she pulled the thick cord through the eyelets right over the large, embroidered Lannister lion on the skirt, the stiff, heavy fabric began to part.

With a sudden release of pressure from the rigid bodice, the bone-crushing structure went completely slack.

Oh my fucking god. I took a massive, deep breath, my lungs expanding fully for the first time all evening. It felt incredible to finally breathe like a normal human being again without that tight fabric pinning me in.

Instead of looking away or feeling awkward, I kept my eyes focused right on her as she worked. A completely different thought started to creep into my mind. I glanced down at her hands, then up at her face.

Wait a second, I thought, a slow realization hitting me. Why the hell should I be the one feeling shy here? I’m kind of stuck in this situation now anyways. Who said I couldn't find a few perks? The more I thought about it, the more I realized I could totally use this royal status—and this body—to my absolute advantage.

Next, she carefully reached around to the front to undo the crisscrossed red fabric straps tightly wrapping above my cleavage. As she leaned in close, her arms ended up resting and pressing right against the breasts. The sudden pressure gave me these weird electric shocks, sending shivering-like movements running straight up my spine.

My whole body twitched slightly from the sensation, and I instantly used it as the perfect excuse. Acting like the shiver had just thrown me off balance, I reached out and let both of my hands slide firmly onto the handmaiden's waist. My fingers dug lightly into her sides, feeling the soft, smooth curve of her waist through her clothes. It felt amazing to touch, and a jolt of pure excitement shot through me as I held onto her.

"Is everything alright, Your Grace?" she asked, looking up at me since we were now almost completely face-to-face.

"Uh, no... continue," I said nervously, instantly releasing her.

She nodded and went back to work, continuing to untie the rest of the fasteners. Phew, that was close.

With the last knot finally undone, the heavy dress popped open fully, hanging open like a long trench coat jacket. And just like that, I was fully naked inside it, with my breasts hanging out and everything completely exposed to the open air.

She then stepped around behind me and pulled the heavy dress completely away from the back, leaving me fully naked.

Woah... I stood there in the absolute nude, completely exposed to the warm firelight. I instantly looked down.

Oh my god. The boobs were now fully exposed and hanging there. Below the stomach, I saw a clear bush of ginger hair around the vagina. Gosh, I don't even have a penis anymore, man...

I couldn't help myself—I reached down and cupped both of my breasts, squeezing them slightly and marveling at how firm, heavy, and incredibly soft they felt in my palms. Still completely blown away by the lack of my penis I bent my knees outward a little bit and slid my hand down below to feel the void.

My god... There was literally nothing there but smooth, empty space and soft skin.

"Your Grace?" I heard her voice and snapped straight up, my heart jumping into my throat. I turned around fast, trying to wipe the panic off my face right away. I cleared my throat and forced my face to go totally blank and serious, trying to look like a real queen who hadn't just been messing around and checking out her own new body.

The handmaiden stood there, holding the red silk night dress wide open for me to put on. Her face was totally red, and she looked completely shy and embarrassed. I knew right then she saw exactly what I was doing down there. It was way too embarrassing to even try to talk about it or make up an excuse.

So I just kept my mouth shut, forced a stern look, turned around, and shoved my hands straight into the sleeves of the gown. She stepped closer and pulled the loose silk over my bare shoulders. Her hands brushed my ribs as she pulled the front together, quickly tying the thin cord right under my bust. The soft, cold fabric slid directly against my bare skin, making me shiver again. But I didn't try anything now because of the awkward situation we just had. I kept my mouth shut and just let her finish her work.

Next, she walked over to a wooden chair by the vanity, gesturing for me to sit. I held the gown with both hands again and walked my way to the chair. I sat down, and she began gently undoing the tight braids in my hair. As the long blonde waves fell down my back, she picked up a small hand mirror and held it up right in front of my face so I could see.

Staring at the reflection up close completely threw me off. Looking right back at me was the insanely beautiful face of Cersei Lannister, with those sharp, striking features and thick, wavy blonde hair framing her face. I felt totally shy and flustered seeing how gorgeous she looked up close. Slowly, I lifted my new hand and touched my own cheek, feeling the unbelievably smooth, soft skin under my fingers. It was wild.

"Woah... I-I'm g-gorgeous," I whispered to myself.

The handmaiden completely misread the situation, thinking I was actually praising her hairstyling skills.

"Thank you, Your Grace, for liking it," she said with a genuine smile.

I actually felt kind of good seeing her smile like that just because of my comment, even if she had the wrong idea. She then stepped back and bowed down a bit.

"Good night, Your Grace. I'll be taking my leave now," she said with a polite curtsy, before heading straight to the door and leaving me completely alone in the room.

I instantly slumped my shoulder down. Finally, I'm alone.

I stood up and started walking back and forth across the room.

"Gosh... fucking hell, what have I gotten myself into?" I said out loud to the empty walls. "Fucking Aryan, I'm gonna kill him for putting me in this situation."

As I paced around, I kept looking down at myself, checking out the body. I ran my hands down the smooth curves of my new waist and felt the heavy weight of my boobs bouncing with every single step. I walked over and looked at the big, soft bed. It was huge, built right for a freezing Winterfell room, piled up with thick, heavy furs and dark blankets to keep out the cold air. The huge mattress looked super warm in the firelight.

I felt totally tired out from everything, but I was also really curious. Now that I was all by myself, I wanted to touch and feel this new body to see how it worked.

I got onto the bed and crawled under the heavy furs. The dress slid all over my bare skin as I lay down right in the middle of the soft bed.

Well, let's not untie it again, I thought. The handmaiden put in all that work. I knew I could just reach from below the gown since I was already completely naked inside it.

I pulled the dress up under the sheets, bunching the fabric above my waist. The belt-tie under my lower breasts stopped the dress from moving up any further, leaving the lower half of my body totally bare to my own hands.

I slid my hand down and felt the hairy bush under my fingers. Continuing moving down, I reached the vagina. Tracing lower, I found the sleek line of the entrance. As I started to move my fingers around it, I felt it start to get wet.

Woah, what is this... wetness? I thought, my eyes widening. Women have automatic lubrication? Kinda sick.

As I kept touching it, my mind started to jump back to what Aryan told me. Aryan—who was now Jaime—had told me to meet him at the tower tomorrow morning. He said he just wanted to talk, but I wondered what he really meant. My brain flashed back to that sudden kiss he shoved onto me earlier, back when he had no fucking clue it was actually me, Zach, inside this body.

Remembering that kiss out of nowhere made my heart beat faster. My fingers slid smooth and easy right inside the wet slot, pushing into the vagina for the first time. The raw feeling hit me hard, and my eyes shut tight right away as I lay there in the dark.

Oh!... Ah!!.. W-what... is this... Wow... ah...

I started moaning slightly. Just using one single finger inside was giving me a crazy amount of pleasure.

"This... is good... keep kissing me, Aryan..." I muttered to myself.

I lay there imagining the kiss, remembering the exact feeling of his hand gripping the back of my neck and our lips locking together, my tongue—

Wait, WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?!

My eyes snapped wide open, as the realization hit me. Was I seriously fingering myself while thinking about Aryan?

Right as that thought crossed my mind, my finger accidentally rubbed hard right against the clit. My whole body twitched hard, and instantly, a massive wave of pressure shot through my crotch, triggering a huge, explosive orgasm.

"OH—OHH—AHH—OH MY GOD!" I moaned loudly.

I slammed my own hand over my mouth, gripping my face tight to choke back the noise, my toes curling as I hit my first ever female orgasm. My body went completely soft, instantly relaxing as the whole thing finally got over. The intense waves stopped, leaving me totally wiped out, and my eyelids started feeling super heavy.

No way I just did that... I thought to myself, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. But I didn't even have the energy to freak out about it. Before I could think another thought, my eyes drifted shut, and I slowly fell straight asleep as the warmth of the furs took over.

**TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT CHAPTER**

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