She's angry, but realizes Marcus needs her

"Little brother, thank you for this." Jenny plucked the key from the young prince's fingers, her hand closing tightly round the small piece of brass. Her voice trembled, tears glistening in her big, blue eyes. "It means so much to me that you stayed by my side even when Mother tried to tempt you away. I promise, I won't hurt her. I just need to know what she's planning okay?" The young prince shuddered in her arms. He didn't want to say...it would make Jenny mad again! "Please, Marcus, I know you're scared but I just need to know so I can stop her separating us." She continued, calm and sure. "Did she tell you anything more?"

"Yes." Marcus sniffled. His lips trembled. He wasn't sure if he should tell his sister anything else. It felt like yet another betrayal of his Mother who he loved so much, but somehow he believed Jenny now when she said she wouldn't hurt anyone. Slowly, as his sister held him gently and rubbed his trembling back, he explained what the Queen had told him. He could see the tension in Jenny's face when he mentioned her men betraying her, but when she spoke again she managed to keep her voice calm even if her eyes were narrowed and cold.

"I see." She nodded, slipping the key into a pouch on her belt. Marcus sniffled wetly, his heart aching and sore. Before he could start crying again though, Jenny hugged him fiercely, pulling him into her chest. The young prince buried his face in her boobs, sobbing to himself. When she held him like this, so tight and warm, it was easy to tell himself he'd done the right thing, but even so he couldn't help but remember his Mother's last frantic scream as he left her in that cell. "I'll fix this, I promise." Jenny murmured hotly in his ear. "No-one's going to separate us, ever. We belong to each other, okay? Forever and always." She kissed his cheek, her lips pressing against his tear-stained skin. "I'm going to take you back to my room now and lock you up there. You're all shivering and covered in tears, you need a bed, my darling, and I need to know you're safe. I can't risk losing you ever again. You're mine, and you always will be."

As she said those last trembling words, her arms moved down to his waist and she gently pulled him up with her. Marcus let out a little yelp of shock when she lifted him off his feet, slipping an arm under his legs while the other held his back. His arms darted up to wrap around her neck before he could even think, and he found carried in her arms like the most precious treasure as she stepped away back down the stone corridor. Even through his longing confusion, the young prince felt a little thrill. He'd known she was really strong, but she held his weight so easily!

Soon, she'd carried him up the stairs and out of that horrible dungeon. Marcus felt so much better to be back in the open, well-lit corridors of the castle he knew, his sobs easing away and the tears finally stopping. It made him guilty when he thought about the Queen still trapped down there, but there was nothing he could do about that. Besides, he told himself as he lay against Jenny's soft chest, his Mother had lied to him all his life, and then she'd tried to make him betray his sister too! Maybe she should spend a bit more time in that cell after all. At least until Jenny had fixed things so the Queen couldn't just imprison her right back. Still, he should talk to his sister later once they'd both calmed down and ask if the cell could be a bit more comfortable at least, but that was all he could do.

At last, Jenny eased open the door to her bedroom with a shoulder, and carried the trembling young prince back inside. To his own surprise, Marcus found himself letting out a little sigh of relief as his gaze flickered over the chairs where he'd shared those sweet tarts with his sister yesterday, and the bed where she'd held his slender body so tenderly afterward. Just being back here made him feel a little less confused and heartsick somehow.

"You need to be out of those clothes and in my bed, little brother." Jenny murmured in his ear. The young prince blushed hot, his shocked gaze flickering up to her face. She didn't mean...now? "Oh no, not that, not just yet anyway." She smiled at him, the hand on his back reaching up to trace through his hair. "I wish I could. There's nothing I want more right now than to feel you wriggling underneath me, but I have to fix things before Mother can make another move to overthrow me. I just have to make sure you're safe first. You're still shivering and your robe's all wet with tears, so I want you bare and wrapped up in my blankets until I say you're feeling better. As long as that takes, okay?"

"Yes, Jenny." Marcus nodded, too tired to disagree with her right now. He wasn't sure about the naked part, but lying in bed for a bit felt like a good idea.

"Good boy." She carried him over to the bed and sat down, setting him firmly in her lap. Marcus wriggled a little as she yanked off his fur boots and tossed them away, but he knew he had to let her do as she wanted with him, even when she reached for his robe and started pulling it off his shivering body. She thought he needed to be naked, so there was no stopping her now. Besides, he'd chosen her, right? He'd had a chance to end this, even if it meant hurting her terribly, and he'd decided it wasn't worth her pain. Raising his arms, he let her pull the robe off along with the silky gown he'd been wearing underneath. She threw them on the floor, leaving him naked and blushing, his soft butt resting against the hard muscle of her thighs. "Oh, my beautiful little brother." Jenny sighed, staring at him with wet, blue eyes. "I love you so much I can hardly bear it." Her voice hitched on a tearful sob. She leant in and pressed her lips gently against his own, her arms wrapping around his naked body. "I was so worried and scared she'd take you away from me again." She murmured hotly, kissing him again between each word. "Only you didn't let her! You stayed true to me. You're always going to be mine and you know it, don't you?" She didn't wait for an answer Marcus wasn't sure he could give, instead just thrusting her hot tongue between his teeth and licking tenderly at his own. The young prince blushed hot, his dick twitching and aching between his trembling legs.

"Jenny..." He breathed as she drew back at last, leaving his whole body tingling and hot.

"Oh, I just want to jump on top of you and ride you all night long!" She moaned hungrily. "But you've got to be in bed resting now. I'll lock the door nice and tight, and I'll come back as soon as I can, okay? You just stay right here wrapped up in these nice, warm blankets until then, where I know you're safe." His head spinning after all those kisses, Marcus felt her carry him over to the head of the bed. She laid him down on top of the sheets, his head on the pillow, then lent in to plant one last tender kiss on his waiting lips. When she drew back, she folded the blankets over his wriggling body, leaving him wrapped up in a little cocoon of warmth. It felt nice. Maybe this really was what he needed after all. "Thank you, Marcus." Jenny murmured, tears glistening on her pale cheeks as she gazed longingly down at his face. "Thank you so much."

The young prince stared shyly back at her through glistening lashes. She looked so relieved and happy, like a great weight she'd been carrying for years had been lifted from her shoulders. Right now, before he could worry about just what this might mean for their future, it felt like his choice was worth it just to see her standing there over him again, his strong, brave older sister who'd always tried so hard to protect him.

Suddenly he felt really tired again, like all the misery and confusion of the past hour or so had drained him of all his energy. A little yawn escaped his lips, his lashes fluttering. She watched over him still, as he slumped back against the pillow and slipped away into a warm, happy sleep, knowing his dear sister was there to look after him.