Marcus can't seem to catch a break

After Jenny left him naked, tired and confused on his mussed-up sheets, Marcus just lay back for a while, struggling to think of a way out of this. It was starting to feel like just telling his sister he didn't want her anymore was not going to end well. She'd probably think that it was some other woman's fault and go on a rampage. She might even hurt their Mother. The only thing that seemed to calm her down when she got mad was giving in and acting like he loved her the same way she did him. But that just made her even more attached and demanding. It felt like he was trapped in quicksand, where every move he made just sucked him deeper into his sister's affections.

No closer to an answer, he slipped off the bed and pulled his robe and boots back on. Jenny had said she was sending some servants later, and the last thing he wanted was to be seen by a maid naked and sweaty on his bed after his own sister just left the room. If they all didn't know already what was going on. He tried to make his bed look a little less messy too, smoothing down the sheets with his hands. Just as he was awkwardly trying to fold the blankets like the maids did he heard the door open behind him and jumped with shock.

Turning his head frantically, he saw a pair of maids stepping into his bedroom in their black and white dresses. Both of them were older women, but one was quite tall and fat where the other was short and slender. He'd seen this pair before around the castle before, but didn't know their names. Most of the maids didn't talk to him much anyway. His Mother didn't like him associating with the lower classes.

"Your Highness." The tall one said, as they both curtsied neatly. "Her Royal Highness Princess Genevieve has requested we move all your things to her bedroom." Her voice gave nothing away, but the slight curl to her lips and glint in her eyes still made Marcus blush and shiver. She knew what had happened between them...or she'd just guessed. It was kind of obvious when his sister asked for things like this.

"Um...go ahead." The young prince glanced away, too ashamed to even look at the pair any longer. He sat there stiff on the end of the bed as the pair rifled through his drawers, pulling out his clothes and folding them into neat piles. They kept giving him these little glances, disgust flashing in their eyes. It made him want to cry. Didn't anyone know this wasn't his fault? What was he supposed to do when his bigger, stronger, older sister ripped his clothes off and jumped on his dick? He couldn't stop her!

It took a while, the pair of maids gathering up his things and carrying them away down the corridor. Each time it felt like another part of him was being yanked away and taken by his sister. Just doing what she wanted seemed like his only option, but how was it going to end? With everyone in the castle looking at him in disgust apart from her? Maybe that was what she wanted, for her to be the only one he could turn to. That awful, possessive side of her made it seem that way.

There was only one way out he could see. Tomorrow, when he spoke to their Mother, he'd have to ask for her advice, no matter how embarrassing it would be. The Queen had always sheltered and protected him, and she was Jenny's Mother too. She'd have to know a way to tell his sister that this wasn't okay anymore!

"The princess also requested that you bathe in her quarters." The shorter maid sneered once they were done, not even bothering to hide what she thought of this anymore. "There's a tub of hot water waiting there, your Highness. Now, is that all?" Marcus knew he should be shouting at her, demanding the respect he was due as a prince. But he was so ashamed of all this that he just couldn't muster the courage. Instead, he just nodded sadly, and the pair darted away like they could hardly stand to be in the same room as him.

Marcus shuffled sadly off the end of the bed and towards the door. He did want to wash himself, even if it meant going to his sister's bedroom. A warm bath usually made him feel better. Now he just hoped he didn't run into anyone else on his way there. He wasn't sure he could take another disgusted sneer directed his way.