A vicious argument between Mother and Daughter

"Genevieve." Marcus froze at the sound of his Mother's voice, cold as a blizzard. He'd never heard the Queen speak that way, even when she was at her angriest with him. If she ever had, he'd have been cowering on the floor at her feet in moments, too scared to do anything else. Jenny however, just stood there stiffly round the corner, gazing into the cell with her lips curled into a icy sneer. "Have you reconsidered this foolish path at last?" Their Mother continued.

"Not in the least." Jenny tossed her dark brown hair. "In fact, I'm more certain now than ever that you belong in that cell, Mother." She spoke that word with cold disgust, like it tasted sour in her mouth. "Father too, of course, for siding with you over his only daughter and listening to the poison you poured in his ear."

"Castor took the only action he could." The Queen snapped. "You were plotting treason, and would have again had we let you loose. I know your hatred for me is all you can see, but it was you who brought everything upon yourself. He could have had you executed, not the first royal child to lose their head over schemes like yours in our Kingdom's history. Banishment was a mercy compared to that."

"A mercy?" Jenny hissed. "You took everything from me! Throwing me out of my home! I was a princess, and then I had nothing! Do you even know what I had to do survive? How many people I had to kill? How far I had to run?" Silent as a mouse, Marcus watched his sister with his heart in his mouth. He could hardly believe what he was hearing! The way they spoke to each other so horribly, even though they were family. They'd never been close, as long as he could remember. Even when he was younger, their Mother had always been so cold and critical when she spoke to Jenny, who responded with surly anger. This was something else though, so bitter and venomous, like they hated each other now! As awful as it was to hear, he found himself shuffling closer. He wanted to see his Mother. He had to know this was all real. Jenny was too focused on the cell and didn't seem to notice him moving.

"Is it truly losing your home that upsets you so much?" The Queen replied coldly, just as he managed to peer round the corner and see her through the bars. His Mother was standing stiffly in the middle of an almost empty cell, wearing only a rather ragged brown robe. He gasped at the sight of her, before remembering he was supposed to be quiet and snapping his mouth shut. His Mother was the most beautiful woman in all the Kingdom according to the bards. Suddenly he felt like he saw why. Even locked in a dungeon cell wearing tattered clothes she looked every inch the Queen, her sharp features, deep, blue eyes and perfect, courtly poise making him want to kneel at her feet. At the same time though, he just couldn't look away from other parts of her. Like the way her robe pulled tight over her big, round boobs, a tear near the top showing most of one perfect curve, and then the high hem baring inches of smooth, snow-white thigh at her hips. Her naked legs were so soft and round his mouth got all dry just looking at them. Seeing such a beautiful, busty woman out of her usual prim, fancy dresses, with all that skin on display, made his cheeks flush hot and his skin tingle, no matter that she was his own Mother. He almost forgot what was going on, before the vicious sneer on her face as she glared at Jenny reminded him. "Or is it that we sent you away from my son before you could satisfy your twisted lusts?" The Queen continued suddenly, her eyes flashing with contempt.

"Not your son, my brother." Jenny spat back, bristling like an angry cat. "And yes, tearing me away from Marcus nearly destroyed me, and it could have destroyed him as well. You would have made him King had I not returned! A boy so meek he was still hiding in my skirts when he was past fourteen. Do you think our dear Uncle Gaius would have stood for that? The other nobles? Put him on that throne and he'd have been dead within the month. At least I was trying to helping him!"

"By usurping his place in the succession? No, Genevieve, you were not." The Queen shook her head. "We can agree on one thing. Marcus is soft and meek, unsuited to the throne in so many ways. Unlike you, I've always protected him because of that, knowing he was too weak and scared to face the dangers that come with the crown. He is a boy who will never find it easy to earn the respect a King should demand, both because of his girly looks and feminine manner. I have suffered through hearing enough mocking whispers about my son to understand that." Listening to all this, the young prince frowned to himself, a sharp pain in his chest. This was what his Mother really thought of him? It didn't feel at all good to hear. "However, he is also young, and should have had many years to prepare himself for the day he came to the throne. Instead of stealing his crown out from under him, I am prepared to give him that chance. With my strong guidance and some firm discipline, he could be a decent enough King one day, with a suitable wife by his side to take him in hand."

"And how would you have guided him, Mother?" Jenny drawled. "Would you have taught him rulership under the sheets of your bed? When you first shoved his face between your legs would that have been for a lesson in courtly manner? You speak of a wife for him, but I think we both know you see yourself in that role."

"How dare you?" The Queen's face flushed scarlet, rage in her eyes. Even absolutely furious, she looked so gorgeous Marcus felt his knees start to shake. He had a sudden urge to cower at her feet and beg forgiveness, even though he wasn't the one she was mad at. "Keep your twisted perversions to yourself. Marcus is my son, and nothing more!"

"Said both quickly and fiercely, almost as though you know you have something to hide." Jenny smirked. Suddenly she was the one calm and in control, while their Mother trembled and bristled with white-hot rage. "So you still lie to me, lie to us both, even when the truth is clear." She shook her head, her long dark brown hair swaying over her back. "I will have to **** you to speak, the one way that will give you no other choice. Marcus dear." She turned to him suddenly, like she'd known he was there all along. "Come out here, let our Mother see you." Marcus glanced at his sister, his head spinning. He didn't know what was going on! She beckoned him with a finger and he stumbled forward, shuffling out in front of the cell from where his Mother watched in shock.

"No!" The Queen paled in an instant, her eyes wide with horror as they flickered to the young prince. "Marcus..." She gasped hoarsely. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean...for you to hear those things, my son." Marcus stared back at her beautiful blue eyes, so confused and lost he almost felt like crying. It had been painful enough seeing his Mother and Sister rip at each other like this, now he couldn't help but fear what was going to happen next. The Queen gave him one last longing look, her tear-filled blue eyes drifting down his slender body. Then she straightened to her full height and turned back to Jenny, a look on her face like thunder. "Why have you brought him here, Genevieve?" She asked, her voice trembling slightly.