“What's wrong now?” Weston asked.
“I know how your parties go,” I said. “I'd rather not attend one.”
“She's right,” Ash growled. “Father is going to demand entertainment.”
“And a bedding,” Wes added.
“He's not watching us fuck our wife,” Braxton growled. “That old pervert can kiss my ass.”
“I thought you liked those parties?” I asked. “The stories I've heard ...”
“We did as our parents bade us.” Ashton sighed. “I'm not saying that I never enjoyed them, what young boy doesn't like the idea of an orgy? But sex gets old after awhile.”
“When all you do is fuck, your heart starts to hurt,” Weston whispered.
“And so does your dick,” Brax huffed.
We all stared at him and then burst out laughing.
“Things are going to change”–Ash exchanged a determined look with his brothers–“starting with our wedding.”
“Agreed,” Weston said. “They can't force us any longer.”
“Hell, if they try, we can just move into Maddie's house.” Braxton smirked. “It's going to be vacant soon.”
Chapter Fifteen
Braxton was right; the manor was vacated shortly after our forest wedding. I didn't go home that day. Instead, I went with the princes to the palace. There, they presented me to their parents–after a hot bath and a change of clothes. The King and Queen were horrified by my story, and immediately sent soldiers to arrest my stepmother and stepsisters.
They went a little easier on the girls, merely banishing them from the kingdom, but my stepmother was thrown in the dungeon. She would have been executed, but the King and Queen didn't want such an event marring our wedding celebrations. Instead, they locked Stepmother up and told her she could look forward to her execution in the Fall. Then they sent a horde of servants to the manor to clean it and remove my step-family's belongings. A steward was assigned to see to the household staff and the running of the place.
Then the princes informed their parents of the way they wanted to celebrate our marriage. Or rather, the ways theydidn'twant to celebrate.
The King didn't take it so well. He insisted that a proper celebration included carnal displays, and what would our guests think if we didn't provide them with such entertainments? After hours of arguing, he finally caved and agreed that we would try a more sedate party. But then they told him there wouldn't be a bedding ceremony.
“Now that's just hogwash!” The King exploded. “I will have a bedding. You're my only sons, and you're all marrying one woman. This is my only chance to see you bedded, and I won't give it up.”
“You're not seeing our wife naked, Father,” Ashton said simply. “And you're certainly not seeing her while we make love to her.”
“The Queen herself has happily laid over a banquet table and allowed me to copulate with her for the Court's pleasure!” The King screeched. “Are you saying that your duchess is better than your mother?”
“No, we're saying that our duchess doesn't want to be put on display,” Brax said reasonably, “while Mother loves it. Would you truly abuse our new bride upon her entry to our family?”
The King scowled and huffed, but it was the Queen who ended the argument.
“I've never liked the public displays,” she said, horrifying her husband. “Our sons are right; this Court has become a farce. We are a joke to most of the other kingdoms and a hedonistic escape for the others. But no one wants to live here, darling. They think we're lechers, and they're right. We're too old to be fucking on the ballroom floor. If the younger generation wants to be done with it, then I say to let them.”
“But, my love,” the King whined.
“You may still fuck any willing woman you want,” she huffed. “I don't even care anymore. Just do so with more discretion.”
“Discretion?” He shouted.
“Or I will leave, and I will take my sons with me,” the Queen said simply.
“Yes, my love,” the King said immediately.
And that was the end of debauchery in our kingdom... at least indiscreet debauchery.
