"Yes, My lady," Clarise bubbled, wondering what she would do with her newly gained treasure. "I think it would be most good for her. And I thank thee for allowing me some free time. I don't remember the last time..."

"Yes, yes, I know," Queen Isadora fussed. "I am such a poor queen."

"Oh no, no, My Queen," Clarise apologized. "I love caring for thee and thee's. I just meant..."

"Now be gone to deliver my message," Isadora laughed. "And let me know that he received it, then thee can be off for thee's seven days vacation while Queen Nef is here."

Seven days. A whole seven days. She was delirious with anticipation. What would she do with the time? She felt so giddy with excitement she almost forgot she had a message to deliver to Prince Glaid.

As she hurried to the prince's room, she wondered what went on in the queen's bedchamber while the boy was there. She had her suspicions, but she couldn't really believe that queen Isadora would do such a thing.

She hated to even think such a thing, but she had her fears that the boy and his mother were up to something. Their afternoon meetings and the strange sounds coming from the queen's chambers had roused her curiosity. But she had been the queen's loyal handmaiden for more than twenty years and wasn't going to risk anything by snooping around in the business of royalty. Yet, still she had her suspicions. Especially since the queen was now with child while in the year before there had been no headway in that direction. It just seemed strange that she and her son would secrete themselves away for a couple of hours every afternoon and then before they knew it, she is with child. And then there was the proof of the young prince's virility with his two bastards living in the castle itself. She just had a strange, uneasy feeling about it.

The gods would be the judge of that though, she smiled to herself striding down the hall towards the prince's room.

Glaid, horny as usual, lay in his bed, thinking about the queen and slowly stroking his giant prong. It was already after noon and in another hour, he would be fucking her again.

Then all at once there came a soft knock on his door.

Oh, fuck, who could that be, he asked himself? ......(cont)