I wasn't sure who was to blame most for this mess. Arn bore some responsibility, it had been his choice to
stay with Morgana and even after my warnings his male arrogance had prevented him from turning away from me.
Still some of his intentions had been out of love and being a female elf had changed him somewhat. The little
I had heard of childbirth and what I was seeing through Arn's development left me not desiring a babe of my
own anytime soon. My few indiscretions been always been pleasurable, in fact more than that. The men I had
picked were strong, bold and through the whispers of ladies of the court I knew they would not disappoint.
Whether it was Curtis and long, lashings of his tongue or the the surprisingly tender sir Rickard, a brute to
men on the field, yet a slow considerate lover when we had been together. But Glavin, the heir to the Ruby
Isles was the finest. My thoughts drifted back to a hot bath we shared after he placed second in tournament
honouring some noble my father was favouring at the time. In fact it was a beating at the hand of Andrew in
the final which had robbed him of overall victory, and as my princely brother was no doubt enjoying a couple
of floozies in celebration I gave the gallant Galvin another beating in my own way as he soaked in rose
scented waters of private bathing quarters. He hadn't the strength to take me roughly with the bruises of
combat but sometimes a princess should serve. I tended to his cuts and massaged his long, thick penis until
all his pain was drowned by relief and ecstasy. He repaid the favour next visit, thrice in the evening and
once the next morning. I had to skip the horse riding the next day and simply lay in my bed remembering every
kiss, caress and the final raw pounding that brought close to screaming down the castle. A princess holds her
tongue in such moments, though I wanted to tell the world sir Galvin's greatness. Conrad had a lot to live up
to.
On the other hand, poor Arn had morning sickness and not a single memory of a multiple orgasm. Poor gal. I had
worked out who was to blame for her predicament. She couldn't hold responsibility, she had had the good grace
to keep her legs shut around the knights in Morgana's horde. And I couldn't blame Morgana, as it was more
funny than horrible, and she was acting in my best interests. Deep down I suspected she had grown to like me.
I had to blame mother who had abandoned us, she deserved a second time through puberty for what had happened.
Plus I got to be an aunt, which would be neat.
The party reached the summit of the Kairi range and sight of palaces lay below the horizon. Another dropped
onto my shoulder with a message. It was from Morgana. I put it in the cage with the other, blocking any
thought as to what this one might have once been and began to read. It appears that Morgana would be meeting
us when we arrived at my palace and there would be more surprises in store.