Past a Fortnight…

You were shivering when you heard the two women exit the castle twenty minutes later. You could tell they are trepid from the way they are walked and whispered to each other as they hurried to the carriage.

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They only managed to secure one piece of luggage each. Finally able to leave this hell hole of a place, you yell for your Lieutenant Second Class Norgrove to start driving the carriage. There were five other soldiers one other woman riding with the driver, and four others riding their horses surrounding the carriage.

It was a horrible journey for everyone involved but you did what you could to help keep everyone in good health and spirits. Making frequent stops was one of those concessions, though it added a few more days to your travel time. The escorts & horses certainly appreciated it, even though they are more than able to withstand the prior rate of travel. You know their abilities well, since the result of training was a change you enacted when you are coronated King. After three months these six knights were the fittest in their physical conditioning.

The two women in front of you were silent for so long even you started to feel awkward. “Did you wake Sir Trindon?” You asked while unable to conceal your disgust.

The mother speaks to try and draw attention from her daughter.

“No your highness, we know you told the servants to leave him sleeping. Waking him seemed like a decision to disobey you… again.” The woman, your aunt, was still incredibly beautiful despite her age, childbirth, and mistreatment from Sir Trindon.

The beauty inspires curiosity to break through your foul mood. “How do you or your daughter retain your beauty in that pit of vipers?”

Your aunt looks at you with a stunned expression for a moment, at the change in tone. “When are you going to beat us your highness? We know we are five minutes late, but we wanted at least one piece of luggage… even if it is to be paid for with our skin.”

The fact that your aunt honestly thinks that you would beat her only lower your opinion of Sir Trindon further. “No… answer the question.”

The daughter speaks this time, trying to assert herself.

“My name is Edythe the second… after your mother…”

Edythe the Second, apparently still had a rebellious streak in her, despite her upbringing. That made you hopeful for her psyche. It is undoubtedly difficult to maintain a semblance of a normal mind in an environment where one’s own father would sate his lust on his own flesh, his daughter by blood. It would have broken the mind of many.

Then Edythe pulled out a simple brown burlap doll with black hair and red buttons for eyes. The doll seemed more in line with what a peasant would own instead of royalty.

“This doll protects mother and I… it is given to my mother after her marriage to father, from one of her attendants from Hy Brasil.”

To hear that Hy Basil, the place of your mother and aunt’s childhood home mentioned is somewhat surprising. You looked to Katherine, “You named her after my mother?”

Solemnly Katherine nodded her head slightly, “He was… we wanted to honor the royal family.”

“You want to introduce lies so early in our relationship? Sir Trindon couldn't care less about you, let alone mother.”

“Relationship? We are to be objects of which you can slate your lust.” Edythe says snidely.

With a smirk you retorted, “Where do you get that foolish notion? Sir Trindon?”

Reflexively, Katherine moves to slap you, but it is already seen as a possible response by you. Therefore, you catch her hand and bring the hand close to your face. You made a show of smelling her fine fragrance. She blushed but also showed a face twisted in discomfort as she was torn between trying to avert pain from your wrath; And whether you lecherously wanted her to sit on your lap.

You suspect Katherine had a thorough bath before she went to sleep, from her scent. Her trying to slap you did not bother you as much as you thought it should.

Edythe is genuinely concerned for her mother. “Please sir, use me instead of my mother… last night was-”

“-Edythe!!!” Katherine interrupted her daughter, and the jealousy is apparent.

“You’re trying to keep the truth from my ears?” You ask slowly and deliberately letting each word hang with meaning. Misha would have picked up on your first reference, but then, Misha would have never lost in a fight against Sir Trindon.

Yet the fact is that Katherine did try to strike you. So, you dump her back on their side of the carriage before deftly pulling Edythe into your lap, skillfully weaving your hand down to the skin of her abdomen through her dress. She is wearing a corset obviously, but your desire is lower than that.

At first Edythe tried to squirm and avoid your molestation. After a minute, she realized how futile the effort is because you are King; And she is your woman. Thus, you can take her right now if you wanted.

Katherine now looks ashamed and torn with being **** to watch you **** her daughter and trying to ignore it. Neither woman is exactly willing and you will avoid going further than that but neither of them knew your character.

Evidently Edythe finally caught up with your words as she gasps and her body became rigid. Yet, the gasp may have also been from your finger caressing her warm wettening folds. “You know…?…”

After a moment of silence from you, Katherine tried to shift attention from your current carnal activity with her daughter. “Know what?” she asks.

You raised your eyebrow at your aunt. “Aunt, I never knew you are so mentally slow… did Sir Trindon beat it out of you?”

Shamed, Katherine blushes due to your cutting remark. However, she then arrived at the same conclusion her daughter did moments before and paled in terror. “What will you do?” she whispered.

“Well, if I’m my father, either you agree to let the fetus be stillborn or you both would be executed before reaching the second trimester.”

Edythe gasped again, though she made a valiant effort as she struggled to regain her composure despite your molestation. Your other hand is now kneading and molding her small breast. You decide that you like Edythe; even in ****, she is very responsive to your touch. You can only imagine how she would be when she is begging for you to fill her.

Katherine begs, “Please forgive my daughter… let me pay for the crime of both of us. As your mother’s sister the public value would be just the same.”

“Yet why would I willingly help raise a child not from my own loins? In addition, why would I go along with the lie that it is my own blood?”

Edythe being still young obviously still harbored dreams that are still rather innocent, and predictable. “… you would help raise the children of… your harem?”

“Well, most of my women see it more as a polyamorous union. They each have the power to veto any new prospect and help each satisfy each other’s carnal appetite. They love each other as much as they do me. Those joining us through political machinations are cared for but not treated as actual concubines. You also have to content without being **** as you were last night.”

“They want me too…?” Edythe ignored the last thing you said, and seemed experienced enough to understand due to her father’s continued efforts to sully her. Your words seemed to excite her.

“Yes… except I do have a third option. You take a potion I am having prepared at the capital as we speak. It will induce a miscarriage, which will ruin any plan Sir Trindon may have enacted last night.”

Katherine looked at you with confusion, “But the fetus is not-”

“-Formed?” You nod. “Yes, which is why it is vastly more preferred in the kingdom it came from. They are a very secular but a religious state with certain ideas about the divine value of a heartbeat and children in general.”

Edythe… blurted out as her cunt gushed out her juice between her lips and coated your hand. “We’ll take it!!! We are sorry! for conspiring! against you my lord!”