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My Not So Happy Ever After - Chapter 4
"Do you, Prince Philip, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?"
"I do."
"And do you, Lady Nicole, take this man to be your lawful wedded
husband?"
"I do."
Philip and I were staring at each other, with huge grins on our faces.
Desperately awaiting the next line.
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!"
I practically launched myself into Philip's arms (well, as much as I
could considering the mountain of silk and crystals that were weighing me
down) and gave him the deepest kiss possible without being obscene and
the entire congregation cheered for us. There was not a dry eye in the
house.
We went out onto the same balcony where we first announced our engagement
to the Kingdom, only this time to announce our marriage to the Kingdom.
More cheers and more kissing. The people loved it.
The feast was extremely lavish. I felt so guilty that we were eating so
well and that there were people in the Kingdom struggling to grow so much
as a potato that I requested that any spare food was to be distributed
amongst the most needy.
Thankfully, my enormous train detached from my gown so that I could dance
without needing my five bridesmaids following me around.
And what an amazing first dance we had. I hung my arms from Philip's neck
as he clung onto my waist and we gently swayed, feeling the masses of
skirts and petticoats swishing around as we did. The music sounded
faintly familiar. Almost as if you were to do an instrumental cover of
'Tonight Tonight' by The Smashing Pumpkins on lutes, pipes, horns and a
string section. That was one of my favourite songs in the other world.
The other world. That's what I had started to refer to it as. Not the
'real' world. The 'other' world.
Just a few days ago, if you asked me if I wanted to go back I would have
answered yes in an instant.
Now, I really didn't know. I loved Philip, there was something inside me
that really, genuinely loved him. At first, despite having a blatant
attraction to him, I didn't love him. That had all changed and now I
didn't want to imagine a life without him.
If I did find a way back now, I really don't think I could do it. As
Nick, Philip might well still love me, but I was a heterosexual. I loved
the girls and had been hoping to get a dance off Caroline at the prom.
She was now the bridesmaid who had caught my bouquet. If we got back to
the other world, would I, could I still love him?
All ifs and buts now anyway. I wasn't going to go looking for a way back.
And it wasn't for purely selfish reasons either. Everybody seemed happier
here. Even the poor seemed happier. There was no rat race anymore. Life
was simple. And now I was Princess, I was going to do as much as I could
to help those who were struggling.
But for now, I was going to enjoy my married life with my prince,
starting with my wedding celebrations. The music played, the wine flowed
and everybody seemed to be having a fantastic time and soon things were
winding down. I knew what that meant. My wedding night.
I had never had sex as a boy, let alone as a girl, but something inside
me was telling me that I wanted this. I sneaked away and asked one of the
servant girls to show me to my marital bed chamber. Once we were there I
asked her to help me out of my gown. There was no chance I could do it on
my own and I wanted to surprise my new husband.
First she took unclipped my veil followed by undoing the ribbon that was
holding my updo in place. This unveiled a new surprise from the fairy
godmother as my hair tumbled down in gorgeous, thick, wavy locks. Well
past my cute little butt. Before it just to say reached the middle of my
back. Thanks again Shauna.
She then helped me out of my gown, leaving me in nothing but my corset,
panties and crystal tiara. I was looking good, even if I do say so
myself. I then asked the girl (Ellie she was called) to fetch my husband
for me. This was going to be a good night.
"Hello my husband," I purred when Philip walked in. The look on his face
was priceless. He quickly composed himself.
"My Princess," he replied as he approached me, wrapping his arms around
my tiny waist and lifting me off the floor, kissing me deeply as he
carried me over to the bed and laid me down.
This was to be my first time as a male or female. When he first
penetrated me, it was painful, I have to admit, but he was so gentle and
when he orgasmed, I did too. I fell asleep with him spooning me from
behind, planting tiny kisses on my neck, reinforcing the afterglow from
my first female orgasm. It was bliss.
My first few days of married life were like paradise. My family and I
wanted for nothing. I had servants who insisted that they get me anything
I needed (in fact, when I first said I could do things for myself, they
looked devastated, like they were out of a job) and the sex with Philip
was amazing. He definitely knew how to turn this body on. I doubt gay
Philip knew his way round this body the way straight Philip did.
But I could not, in all good conscience, live a life of luxury and not
give anything back though. For that reason, every afternoon I put on one
of my least elaborate gowns (given my new wardrobe, my least elaborate
gowns were still pretty elaborate) and venture out to meet and talk to
the common folk (with full Royal Guard, as insisted by pretty much
everybody. We all knew that Lady Margaret had tried to incapacitate me
and nobody thought for a second that she wouldn't try again). I would ask
them not only about their wants and needs, but also about their lives in
general. I would relay the information back to the King and Queen and
they would quite often make changes based upon what I had told them.
Because of this, I was getting a reputation for being the "People's
Princess".
Three weeks after I was wed, myself and Philip were called to the throne
room to meet with King George and Queen Juliette. Gathering round a small
table I sat down (remembering to smooth out my skirts as I did. The rules
of wearing gowns and skirts had become second nature to me).
"So you must be wondering why we've asked you here," George started.
"We are a little bit curious," Philip replied, speaking for both of us
whilst gently squeezing my hand.
"The reason is," the King continued. "The Queen and I are going away for
a couple of weeks, to the Summer Palace for a small break. As is your
duty Philip, you and your lovely new wife will be standing in for us
while we're gone"
I had to stand in as Queen? I was not ready for this. My jaw must have
physically dropped as well as figuratively as the Queen noticed my
discomfort straight away. She reached over and grabbed the hand that
Philip wasn't already holding.
"Oh, don't panic my dear," she said reassuringly. "All you will need to
do is attend the council meetings and hold court with the common folk
once each week. You will do fine, the common folk already love you as it
is, you will be a natural."
I was marginally reassured, but not by much. Philip had been preparing
for these kind of duties his entire life. Barely two months ago, I was a
boy called Nick who was just about to leave school.
"It would be an honour Father," Philip spoke. "We won't let you down."
"I'm sure you won't," George replied. "And if anything major happens, you
are to send for us straight away, understand?"
"We understand," Philip confirmed, once again speaking for the two of us.
The King and Queen had been travelling for around eight hours. They had
left the palace to an enormous send off leaving a confident looking
Philip and an extremely nervous looking Nicole. The new Princess had more
about her than she realised and the King and Queen had seen something
special in her. It was getting dark and they were about to stop for the
night when their carriage halted abruptly. To the sound of shouting from
their body guards and distressed whinney's from the horses.
"STAND DOWN," one of the guards shouted. "BY ORDER OF THE ROYAL GUARD OF
KING GEORGE, I COMMAND YOU TO STAND DOWN."
"Commander, what is going on?" George asked. The commander poked his head
through the window.
"It appears to be some kind of mob, your Highness."
"A mob?" the King asked surprised. "We're in the middle of nowhere!"
"Don't worry sir, we're dealing with it."
Outside, the "mob" were slowly moving towards the carriage.
"Archer," the commander said to the bow wielding soldier to his right.
"Fire a warning shot"
The archer expertly fired an arrow, landing it inches away from the mob
leader's foot. The mob carried on like nothing had happened.
"Fire another, go for a leg shot."
Again, the archer hit his target with precision, piercing the leaders
leg, just above the knee. Again, the mob, including the leader, carried
on like nothing had happened.
"ALL ARCHERS, PICK YOUR TARGETS AND FIRE ON THREE. ONE, TWO, THREE."
"SIR! THEY AREN'T GOING DOWN."
"TURN THE CARRIAGE AROUND. GET THE KING AND QUEEN TO SAFETY."
"THEY'RE BEHIND US. THEY HAVE US SURROUNDED."
"MEN, DRAW YOUR SWORDS. DEFEND THE KING WITH YOUR LIVES!"
I was sat in my first council meeting with Philip. The council consisted
of my father, Lord Jeremy (Caroline's father), General Simmons of the
Royal Guard and Appleby, the King's Wizard. I recognised him from the
other world, he had been my former physics teacher.
Just as we were finishing the meeting (there hadn't really been anything
to discuss, since the wedding, the people seemed especially content) one
of the palace servants came running into the council room.
"What is the meaning of this interruption?" my husband demanded.
"I'm sorry your highness," the servant apologised "But there has been an
urgent message received" he said handing a small slip of paper to him. As
Philip read the paper, all of the colour from his face drained.
"This cannot be true," he said, in shock.
"What is it my love?" I asked, worried.
"My parents, they have been found dead on the road. Beaten to death."
"There must be some mistake" General Simmons responded "They were
surrounded by my best men! Who could have done such a thing?"
"There are no bodies of the assailants in the area," Philip said, still
reading the paper. "Nor are there any signs of bodies being dragged from
there either. Your guard must not have killed any of them."
"Impossible. They were my best. What could have done something like
this?" All I could do was hug my husband in consolation. I had no idea
what to do. What do I do?"
At this point, all light from outside was suddenly extinguished, followed
by a flash of lightning and a deep rumble of thunder. We all rushed to
the windows to see what was going on. In the sky, an image was forming in
the clouds, a face.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"Lady Margaret," answered my father.
So she definitely was a witch then.
"People of the Realm," a voice boomed from the image. "Your beloved King
and Queen are dead. Killed by my army of the undead."
"Necromancy," Appleby muttered, to nobody in particular.
"Your King's so called 'brave' Royal Guard were slaughtered in seconds.
This should prove to you how futile it is to try and fight them. I give
your Prince Philip and unworthy Princess Nicole five days to abdicate the
throne and give it to me, or my army will begin it's march upon the
palace, destroying every village and murdering every innocent that get in
their path. And you will only have your Prince and Princess to blame."
Oh my, she was declaring war on us. She was going to murder innocent
people to get on the throne.
"What do we do?" I asked my husband.
"I... I don't know." I was being unfair on him, he had only just found
out that his parents had been killed and that his new Kingdom had been
declared war on, and I was expecting him to come up with a solution to
an army of the undead. He turned to Appleby "How can we fight this kind
of sorcery"
"I don't know," he stammered. "I didn't even think necromancy was
possible. I don't know what we can do."
I did. I had to find away to reverse my spell. I had to sacrifice my new
found love and happiness and revive the other world.
I could no longer stay strong for Philip, I collapsed to the floor in
tears.
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