Rosalind bides her time. [Ending 4]

Whoa. Slow it down, Rosalind. Rosalind had to almost physically stop herself from getting up and bursting into Alesia’s room. Yes, she needed to be stopped, but Alesia was also a smart woman. What were the odds that she was leaving herself completely defenseless while she was possessing Earnest? Probably quite low, Rosalind thought. And Rosalind herself wasn’t in the best shape, due to her ongoing recovery and other… factors. If Alesia was still in Earnest, and somehow able to access his sword fighting abilities… Rosalind was confident she could still beat Earnest when both of them were at full strength, but with her slightly weakened there was no such guarantee.

Rosalind noted grimly that the patience that she had to draw upon while working in the apothecary for Alesia was allowing her to approach the situation with a clear mind. If it was just Alesia herself, then she wouldn’t be able to stop Rosalind in a fair fight… but Alesia was quite shrewd when she wasn’t indulging in lewd fantasies- and so the possibility of there being traps set to counter an aggressive move from Rosalind, on top of the threat of Earnest also protecting Alesia meant that rushing in and trying to overpower Alesia with brute **** was an uphill battle.

As much as she hated to admit it, Rosalind had to wait. She had to train her body back to her normal form, and also stake out whatever defenses Alesia might have set up as well. She would just have to figure out what to do with Earnest’s corrupted mind after- and Rosalind was not looking forward to the sight of Earnest slowly slipping away from her as Alesia claimed him.

The memories of an Earnest that was always at her side kept Rosalind sane through the next week as she trained her body back into fighting shape. The boy who had joined the knights to follow her, who had saved her from the misfit boys in Knottori, who might even be able to save her dreams of becoming a knight of great renown- those memories, fantasies helped stave off the pain of the Earnest in reality become more and more affectionate and submissive towards Alesia.

Of course, the knowledge that Alesia was possessing Earnest’s body and defiling it night after night infuriated Rosalind, as she furiously masturbated to the sound of Earnest pleasuring himself with Alesia behind the wheel. Her tipping point, however, the event that confirmed that she wasn’t going to get rid of Alesia, but rather, try to enthrall her in the same way Alesia was taking control of Earnest- was when she heard Earnest leave his room at night during one of Alesia’s “Don’t Enter My Room” nights, only for him to enter Alesia’s room after disarming a trap Alesia had left hidden behind the door. Rosalind had an inkling of what Alesia was going to do to her own **** body as Earnest, but a sick curiosity compelled her to stick around- and that same sick curiosity made her masturbate to what was a strangely arousing nightmare- the sounds of Alesia fucking her own body with Earnest, whispering sweet lovings into her own ear, corrupting Earnest into believing anything she said with his body. Even though she knew it was Alesia controlling Earnest, even though she knew that it wasn’t really “real,” a sick, perverse part of her wished that she could be a part of it. If anything, the pleasure she derived from imagining herself in either role- either as Alesia, being tended to by Earnest’s chiseled body, or as Earnest, pleasuring himself with Alesia’s **** form… as Rosalind brought herself to yet another shameful orgasm outside the door, she came to the realization that she didn’t want to remove Alesia- she wanted to control her. As much as she resented Alesia for stealing the affections of Earnest away by ****, Rosalind couldn’t deny the deep lust she felt for Alesia and her body as well. She just wanted to be in control of the both of them- rather than Alesia being in control of Earnest.

And with this in mind, Rosalind slowly but surely continued her plan of attack. Nights in which Alesia was occupying Earnest were an open invitation for Rosalind to sneak into Alesia’s room and study the possession spell. In this, Rosalind’s studies of magic, partially of her own accord, partially from Barnabas’ influence, helped her immensely. It wasn’t an easy process, by any means, but Rosalind understood the basics of the spell- it was essentially the same spell that was used to possess her in Knottori- but able to be cast over long-distances, into a carving or other form of permanent marking, instead of the crude, erasable drawings that the misfit boys’ used for their physical possession method. It was, in every sense, an improvement upon the possession spell that was outlined in Morgan’s spellbook. Yes, technically Alesia could have come up with such a spell on her own… but it was still quite unlikely. Oh well. It wasn’t like it would have a significant effect on Rosalind’s end goals. As she tattoo’d the possession runes onto Alesia’s body one night and then Earnest’s body the next, Rosalind prepared for a life unhindered by such annoying questions. This was her harem- her toys to use as she saw fit, as she was once used.

Earnest was somewhat relieved when he felt his thoughts start to return towards Rosalind. Perhaps it was just his heart learning to accept Alesia as a significant part of his life, alongside his subservience to their shared Mistress, Rosalind. After all, why would he and Alesia put so much effort into saving Rosalind? She was, ever since the day that Earnest knew her in their small village, the better of the two, and so it was just natural for Earnest to serve her every whim. Sure, she sometimes asked for things that others found demeaning- and seemed to take a perverse pleasure in watching him do them- but Earnest himself derived a shameful pleasure from being put in his place. Whatever way Mistress Rosalind chose to assert her superiority over Earnest was an action that Earnest welcomed. He was here for her sake, and would do anything she asked.

Alesia, on the other hand, was slightly confused as she found herself becoming more and more submissive towards Rosalind. Hadn’t Alesia been the one to save Rosalind? Wasn’t this Alesia’s shop? These thoughts lingered in her mind for a while… until Mistress Rosalind began to slowly, but surely, start showing Alesia her place beneath her. It was simple things, at first- Mistress Rosalind looming over Alesia after a workout, which awakened Alesia’s previously unknown attraction to women. Then it was Mistress Rosalind giving her laundry to Alesia to clean- only for Alesia to further soil it with the byproduct of her own “physical activity.” It wasn’t long before Alesia found herself smitten with Mistress Rosalind in the same way that Earnest was, and it was actually Alesia herself who brought up the idea of referring to Rosalind as mistress, an offer that was happily accepted by both Earnest and Rosalind. And it was also Alesia who used her apothecary business to find and add more and more people to Rosalind’s harem- slipping love potions and other things into their orders to make their assimilation into Rosalind’s pleasure slaves all but guaranteed.

Eventually, Lindow became known as the domain of Lady Rosalind, a once-commoner born knight turned Lady and Mistress of the town and its surrounding lands. Universally beloved by all of her people, and faithfully served by her harem and top two consorts, Earnest and Alesia, the woman who once dreamed of becoming the realm’s finest knight instead became its finest noble, wielding influence more than that of the greatest noble houses and martial prowess superior to those of any knight. Nobility came and went, princes and princesses ascended to the throne time and time again- but yet Rosalind and her descendents remained as the center of whatever power structures surrounded them.