Two Kings and Three Queens

Camilla walked side-by-side with Queen Alana and King Franz Karl. True to her word, Alana never said a word to anyone regarding the little yet crucial secret kept between all knowledgeable parties. Camilla had dawn her pregnancy disguise ever since she was supposedly far along enough to start showing. Dorothye had been kept hidden ever since she started showing. It wouldn't do to have the two of them pregnant at once but for only one child to be born.

Much to her relief, Alana hadn't made either Camilla or Dorothye service her as much as the two younger women had expected. No, Alana had spent most of her time enslaving Camilla's mother. Not that Camilla knew of that.

Alana, Franz Karl and Camilla stopped in their tracts when they saw what was before them. It was you. Your arms offered to Helga and Eliza. The three of them saw you smiling and happily chatting with Helga. Though the blonde girl barely let out a smile of her own. Still, the attention you were giving Helga had caused alarm to Camilla. Camilla had been told that Helga was a beautiful woman but she never know just how beautiful. Camilla clearly saw how much more beautiful Helga was compared to her. At the moment, time stopped and Camilla started hearing voices whispering in her ears of every single deficiency and every single aspect she lacked. To make matters worse, she had a crown on her head.

Franz Karl raised a disinterested eyebrow at Helga. A pretty girl he admits but she was too young for his attention. He preferred them near his age.

Alana had different thoughts. Time seemed to slow down. Her eyes dilated in **** interest as she carefully studied Helga. Her heart flatter like never before. A gorgeous, lavishing and divine looking girl. It made her heart beat so strongly like never before. An intense and sudden feeling of attraction and lust. Alana’s nipples hardened within her dress. She licked her lips and felt herself getting quite wet. Alana had never seen anyone so beautiful. Oh what an accomplishment it would be to seduce this young queen and bring her to her bed. This wasn’t just some girl to conquer and turn into just another one of her sex slaves. Alana wanted that girl to fall in love with her. She noticed her undergarments had gotten quite soaked so fast. She would have Lucilla lick her clean later. The Duchess would be more than happy to attend to her.

You, Eliza and Helga walk together. Their arm intertwines with yours. You try all you can to get Helga to smile and laugh, telling her the jokes that have made you laugh or even real life mistakes and embarrassing moments. Yet the best you get is a polite hum.

Eventually you bump into Camilla, Franz Karl and Alana. "You're back." Camilla says sounding a little sad.

"Camilla," you dislodge from Helga and Eliza and bring your wife into your arms and kiss her briefly. "Queen Alana," you take her hand and kiss it. "King Franz Karl," you bow respectfully at the superior king.

"And these three are?" The icy contempt in her voice brought a chill up Camilla and Alana's spines.

Franz Karl smiles amused, "Are you deaf girl? Did the young king not just speak our names with our ranks? Or are the crowns atop our heads not too obvious?"

"Queen Helga, be nice." You tell her, "These are your fellow queens. Queen Alana of Asturias, wife of King Francois of Frankia."

"I've heard of you, Queen Alana."

Alana steps forward interested in what the girl had to say about her. "They say you are a curse upon the men you marry." The temperature seemed to drop and it got quite cold.

Queen Alana's smile seems to have brought the heat back, "I get that a lot." You and Camilla mentally sigh relieved. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you my fellow Queen." Helga disregards Alana and turned her cold, narrow eyes to Camilla. Helga raises her chin clearly not impress with what she sees.

"This man here is King Franz Karl of Sudreich and the leader of the Confederation."

"A Confederation of divided and squabbling states." Helga states with mild contempt. But Franz Karl did not look offended, "How right you are. I am currently trying to rectify that."

"I am Camilla, Queen of Ostgrenze and wife of the man you are with." Camilla says strongly. Helga only raises an eyebrow.

"This fragile looking girl is your wife and queen. She barely looks like she's actually capable of having children." Helga decries. Another chill goes up your and Camilla's spines. Alana simply smiles. Franz Karl narrows his eyes suspiciously.

The Iberian Queen wanted to make things interesting by revealing the secret. But what was she but a woman of her word. "Wouldn't that be something?" She says instead.

"She does not seem like much and not as bad as I had thought." You are about to sigh in relief when she adds, "She is so much worse than what I have been told. Plain looks, no bosoms, no ass. Her hips don't look suited to bearing children at all! I bet you my kingdom she'll die giving birth to your child." Franz Karl smiles at the blonde queen's cold, insensitive words. "So the child she carries is your heir, the half-sibling to my own child."

Camilla looks at you with frightened eyes, "She's pregnant?"

It was Helga who answers, "As a matter of fact, I am." Her hand touches her belly. "His child grows within me as we speak. You should know this. Does that worry you?"

"Impressive." Franz Karl comments on the side.

Camilla frowns at Helga, "No. As a matter of fact, it does not. I am his wife and my child will always take priority in inheriting the crown. Not that I could say the same for you!"

"Oh my child is already inheriting the crown."

Alana's eyes widened in shock and in glee. She was not expecting this. Franz Karl whistles. Camilla however looks devastated.

"What she means is that she is a Queen in her own right and our child will inherit her throne, not mine." You quickly clear that up. No misunderstandings here.

"That is until you fail to deliver him a child. I bet you my crown you’ll give birth to a stillborn." Helga hisses.

"Done!" Both Alana and Franz Karl declare. The surprise look they give each other tells you that they were not expecting the other to say what they did. Both smile and Franz Karl continues, "If that baby is a stillborn, you must surrender your crown to the young king here."

But the two are ignored. "What is that supposed to mean?" Camilla demands, "Is that a threat to me and my unborn child?"

Helga's icy clue eyes borrows into Camilla's brown ones. Camilla stands her ground though. She was Queen here. She was the wife here. She was the lady of this castle. She will not be bullied or antagonized by this blonde whore from the northern kingdoms!

"Oh my fellow Queen," Helga moves to the side, "I make no threats. Only promises. So far I have no promised any harm towards you or your child. You have nothing to fear from me. Your child has nothing to fear from the sibling I carry in my womb. Believe it or not, I want our children to get along. They are of the same blood through their shared father."

Camilla narrowed her eyes. "That is enough!" You get in between them. "Queen Helga, you are a mother of my child and a guest in my home! But you understand this, while you are my home, gifted by my and my wife's hospitality, you will treat my wife with respect and courtesy! I will not have you mock her and antagonize her in such a manner! Understand!"

"Or you'll what?" Helga dares. You draw closer to her and whispered into her ear. A look of dread morphs into her cold expression. "That is what I will do." You whisper and pull back.

"You would not dare do that?"

"I would and especially for her sake." You point to Camilla. "I had thought you a troubled girl, that you were the way you were due to your circumstances. I thought that you were a cold, inexpressive woman because you were caught in a wrong place. But now... I'm starting to consider I am wrong. My wife may not share an inch of your beauty. But her heart is nowhere near as terrible as yours!"

"If you were not a king, I would slap you right now." Camilla hisses.

"And if you were not a woman and a mother of my child, I... " You snarl dangerously, "well you would not want to know. Do not forget who put you on your throne. Guards!"

Two men came. "Sire?"

"Take Queen Helga to her chambers. See to it that no harms comes to her on the way."

"Of course, Sire." The two guards. Suddenly Helga's frowning face erupts into joyous laughter. Eliza joins the blonde girl in laughing. You ask, "What may I ask is so funny?"

"I think they are laughing at you, young king." Franz Karl steps forward to you and the laughing young women with a wide grin. "These two fine Ladies were no doubt jesting and testing you. To see if you would stand up for your wife."

"I told you he would." says Eliza to Helga. "Isn't he just quite the husband?"

"What is this?" You growl slightly at the laughing women who are carrying your babies. Queen Alana taps your back from behind and tells you, "Oh do lighten up. You've just proven your love for Camilla. How sweet." Alana moves to Camilla. She presses the younger Queen's chin upward and caresses her left cheek. "Aren't you just glad to have such a husband?" Camilla could only blush and look away.

"Helga, Eliza, this was highly inappropriate! Baiting me like that, getting a rise out of me!" And in front of two other monarchs.

"But my King," begins Eliza as she puts her hand on your cheek, "it is so much fun to see a rise out of you like that. At least you've put Camilla's heart at ease. Isn't that right, my friend?" Eliza asks Camilla who could only nod.

"This will not happen again, do you hear me." You say threateningly which they all feel to be an actual threat. "Do so again at your own peril. I will show you what happens to those who make a fool out of me. Mother of my children be damned." Eliza actually appears frightened and convinced while Helga stares coldly at you.

"We promise we won't." Eliza speaks for them.

Clapping is then heard. You turn to see Franz Karl clapping his hands with a gently smile on his lips. "Quite the show. But I do believe we should carry on with our day, don't you?"

“Queen Camilla,” Helga closes the gap between them, “I do apologize for my harsh words. I did not mean them.” Not most of them anyway. “As gou may now know, it was merely a test to see if your husband was not lying to me. Do allow me to make amends in the future.”

“I accept your apologies, Queen Helga. But you should apologize to the King as well. You were in the wrong to do what you did and in public no less.”

Then Franz Karl speaks up again, “Oh perish the thought of apologizing to him. As a King, he should have known better then to get angry in public. Letting your emotions get the better of you is one of the downfalls of monarchs. You may have accomplished much in your short time as King but you still have much to learn.”

You frown but internally acknowledge Franz Karl is right. Regardless of their reasons, you should not have let your emotions get the better of you.

Now it is Alana’s turn to clap. “Wonderful. Just wonderful.” She takes Camilla and Helga’s hands in her own, “Let us be now friends, my fellow Queens. We have much to talk about in regards to running our husbands’ Kingdoms.”