“That's it, just like that, Duchess,” a male voice growled.
I stopped short, just as I was passing the library. The pocket doors hadn't been shut all the way, and a crack of sunlight spilled through them onto the hallway carpet. I crept closer and took a look through the crack.
“Now, get up and bend over,” the King said. “I want to fuck your ass.”
“No, Your Majesty, please, not there,” my Stepmother begged.
My eyes widened as I watched the King push her over the back of the loveseat.
“Do you want my sons to bring that slipper here or not?” He asked her.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she muttered.
“Good, and pull out your titties,” the King motioned someone forward. “I want Bernard to get a good look at them. In fact, Bernard, pull your cock out, man. You deserve a good sucking.”
The man smirked as he did as his king bade, kneeling on the loveseat before my stepmother.
“Your Majesty!” My Stepmother protested. “That is too much to ask.”
“Suck his cock, or my sons will pass by this house again,” the King said as he thrust himself into her. “Come now, Duchess, every mother is paying the toll. Don't you want your daughters to have a shot at being a princess?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” my stepmother said just before she started sucking on Bernard's member.
“All the way in,” the King commanded. “Just as you do at our parties. There you go. Is she not talented, Bernard?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Bernard groaned as he grabbed at my stepmother's breasts.
I jerked back and hurried down the hallway. I didn't stop till I was in the gardens, then I burst into laughter.
“Saw the Duchess, did you?” My mother asked as she came through the gardens. “She's got herself a mouthful.”
We started laughing together.
“I have to admit,” I said to her, “watching all of this happen to them is worth remaining their servant for awhile longer. But, Mother, I don't think the princes will fall in love with me. Not like this.”
“Madelyn,” Mother tsked, “I think you know the opposite to be true, but you're scared.”
“I'm not scared,” I huffed.
“You're scared that I'm right.” She waggled her finger in my face. “That these men have more to them than what you believed. That maybe you misjudged them, or even worse, were uncharitable in your opinions. That you did to them what everyone does to you; took one look and thought you knew them.”
I went silent.
“Did they tell you that they intend to marry their Lily?” She asked me. “All of them?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “But I had faith in you. I knew you would keep your word.”
“Sweetheart, I had nothing to do with it. Remember that I said I would handle their parents, not the princes.” She laughed. “That's why I'm mentioning it. Those boys decided they wanted to marry you, all on their own. They didn't even ask for permission; they just told their parents that they were going to marry the same woman. When their parents tried to protest, they said that their lives had been lived in ways that other kingdoms found shocking, so why stop at their marriages?”
“That's a rather good point.” I smirked.
“Yes, it is,” she agreed. “And their Majesties thought so as well. They've given their consent.”
“But the King is going to use this situation to his best advantage.” I nodded back to the house. “He's doing that to all the hopeful mothers.”
“He is indeed a scoundrel.” Mother grimaced. “I'll have to think about what to do about him.”
“Well, you have a good think,” I said. “In the meantime, I have to go and curl my stepsisters's new dark locks.”
