Remain hidden behind the mirror

Chantelle decides the best course of action is to remain hidden behind the full-length mirror. She tries to will her heart to stop beating so loudly and tells herself she is being foolish to think anyone can actually hear it. As frightened as she is, though, nothing would surprise her.

She watches as Prince Stewart steps into the room. His eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the maids.

"Well, what do we have here?" he asks.

Mindy and Hannah drop to deep curtsies. "Forgive us, Your Highness," said Mindy, eyes lowered. "We thought you had departed your quarters for the morning. We shall return later to clean when it will not disturb you."

The ladies move to gather their things, but the prince holds up a hand. "Not at all," he says. "I have a little more time than I anticipated, and it is fortuitous I should find you here; it will help alleviate the boredom."

Mindy and Hannah exchange expressionless glances before Mindy says, "Isn't this the morning of Your Highness's big event -- the selection of your future consort?"

Stewart sneers. "So it is. And I shall tend to that soon enough."

"What happened to your clothing, Your Highness?" asks Mindy. "When we last saw you, you were in your formal attire."

Stewart glances down at his clothing and says, "Ah, yes... A servant girl carelessly left a mop and bucket in the middle of the hallway, and I tripped over it, ruining my clothes. I borrowed these rags just to give the appearance of decency while I returned here to change."

Both girls put their hands over their mouths, shocked that any of their colleagues could be so careless. "Oh, Your Highness!" exclaimed Hannah. "Were you hurt?"

Stewart smiled, but his eyes suggested something other than humor. "Only my pride, my dear. Although, I think I may have pulled a muscle. Perhaps I could have some assistance?" As he spoke, he began to undress, and his face betrayed twinges of pain as he extended his muscles.

The ladies immediately leap to his assistance, helping him remove his shirt. Chantelle, watching from her vantage point, couldn't help but feel something was not quite right about what she was seeing, but the feelings of jealousy and growing anger inside her were clouding her reason.

"Perhaps a nice rubdown would be just the thing for these sore muscles," said the Prince, as he casually unfastened his trousers and slid them off. Laying on the bed in only his boxers, Chantelle was able to see his self-satisfied smile as the ladies attended to him, massaging his shoulders, arms, back, and legs.

"It has been a long time since you have let me touch you like this, Your Highness," said Mindy, tentatively. "I wondered if perhaps I had fallen out of favor with you... Or perhaps there was someone who had captured Your Highness's heart."

Stewart rolls over onto his back and looks at Mindy. "It has been too long, hasn't it, dear?" He reaches up and strokes the side of her face. "Can you guess my favorite thing we did together?"

Even from her vantage point behind the mirror, Chantelle can see the redness rushing into Mindy's cheeks. Mindy looks at Hannah, hesitantly. The prince, seeing the exchange, says, "It's ok... We're all friends here, aren't we? Go ahead and show me."

With that, Mindy takes hold of Stewart's boxers and pulls them off. As they slide down, the prince's cock springs out, pointing straight up. Mindy grasps the erect shaft and positions her mouth to descend on it.

Chantelle is so shocked that it takes a few moments for the tears to begin to flow. As she attempts to reconcile this obvious betrayal with the man she was sure she knew so well, her eyes begin to burn with salty liquid. She blinks her eyes to clear them, and in that moment, she sees it.

Actually, it's what she doesn't see that is important. As Mindy's lips touch the tip of Stewart's shaft, he moans and spreads his legs, giving Chantelle an unobstructed view of his inner thigh.

She quickly ran through her memory of the early-morning lovemaking session with Stewart. She clearly remembered teasing him about wanting to be his queen, and as she was licking and sucking his balls, she taunted him about how he would never find anyone quite as good at pleasuring him as she was. Just to drive the point home, she gave him several hickies on his inner thigh. Whether as a reminder to him of how good she was, or as a way for her to symbolically plant her flag and claim that she was there first, it really didn't matter. The point was Chantelle had marked her man, but the man who was now getting his knob bobbed bore no such mark!

Not really putting all of this together, but knowing something was horribly wrong, Chantelle burst forth from her hiding place in a rage. The sight of a blue, naked woman showing up out of nowhere has the effect of stopping the shenanigans on the bed. The ladies begin to scream, but they are silenced with one fierce look from the Ciguipa.

Turning her attention to impostor, she demands, "Who are you?"

He sits up, wide-eyed at the unexpected sight. "A Ciguapa? Here?"

At this point Chantelle is distracted by the sound of footsteps. She looks and sees the girls attempting to flee from the room. With a dexterous leap, she intercepts them and orders both of them into the washroom. After threatening them with disembowelment if they make a sound, she locks them inside before turning her attention back to the man.

The impostor, meanwhile, has come to his senses enough to rise and to look for something to use as a weapon. Without conscious thought, Chantelle grabs a candelabra and leaps toward the man.

"Now just a minute," he says, holding up his hands. "Let's just stay calm and talk for a minute...."

Whether it was all of the tension of the past few minutes or the fact that he still had a full-blown erection as he spoke, something caused Chantelle to snap in that moment, and she swung the candelabra with full strength at the side of his head, putting an immediate end to his attempt at conversation.

The erection subsided about 2 minutes later.

* * * * *

"And I had just finished tying him up, and I was about to try to figure out what to do about the women in the washroom, when you showed up," said Chantelle, completing her account of the events, as Stewart held her sobbing body in his arms.

"And that's why you had me take off my pants when I entered the room?" he asked.

Chantelle nodded. "Once I saw my marks on your inner thighs, I knew it was you. Oh, my dear prince! How could I have ever thought you would have been unfaithful to me?" She collapsed in a fresh round of sobs.

Stewart held her, stroking her hair comfortingly, as he assessed the situation. He looked at his double, who was still bound and **** on the floor. Not a sound had come from the washroom since he arrived, and he assumed Mindy and Hannah were still locked inside. He had been trained since birth to be a king, but now that he faced life and **** decisions for his beloved kingdom, he never felt so woefully inadequate.