Chapter 10: I’m Pregnant, You’re Pregnant, You’re Pregnant, We’re All Pregnant!!

The days had turned into weeks, and the weeks into a month. One morning, Roslyn was the first to wake. She slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb Dorian, and headed to the bathroom. As she sat down, a strange sensation bloomed in her stomach, followed by a faint wave of nausea. She furrowed her brow, rubbing her belly as a small burp escaped. It passed quickly, almost as if it hadn’t happened at all, and she dismissed it without much thought.

After turning on the shower, she stepped in, letting the warm water cascade over her body. The steam rose around her, washing away the sweat and traces of last night’s passion. Her muscles still hummed from the intensity of the night before. She and Dorian had made love well into the night, with the concubine aiding their efforts. Each time Dorian’s passion ebbed, the concubine reignited it, and then he would return to her, again and again, until Roslyn had finally called for a stop. The hour had grown late, and they needed sleep. But even then, the lingering heat of their union left her body pleasantly worn.

If they weren’t tangled in each other’s arms, they were in the gym, training together. Dorian had brought in weights for her and a softer heavy bag, something she could manage. At first, her strikes barely moved the bag, her strength lacking. But over the weeks, she had grown stronger. Her punches had more weight behind them now, and when her fist connected, the bag swung soundly.

The transformation of her body had been nothing short of remarkable. As she soaped her breasts, she noticed how they had changed—firmer, sitting higher on her chest. Her arms had toned, no longer soft but defined with strength. Her stomach, once rounder, had flattened, allowing her to see the fine hairs on her mons clearly now. And her legs—her legs had become sculpted, powerful. When she walked now, showing off the sleek muscles to Dorian, she could hardly keep him away. He looked at her with a hunger that matched the fire she felt within.

The change in her body mirrored the transformation of their relationship. What had started as cold, distant, and forced had blossomed into something real. They moved together with ease now, no longer bound by obligation, but by desire. And Roslyn found herself happier than she ever thought possible.

She stood in front of the mirror as she dried herself. Her hair hung down in wet tangles obscuring part of her face, but when she looked at that face, the woman staring back at her was not the face of a woman who feared divorce, but was the face of a woman in love.

“No, that’s silly. How could I love after only a few weeks?” she said, while drying her hair. “Yes, I’ve been married to him for much longer, but he was a beast then, now, he is Dorian. That’s not love, that familiarity.” she said to herself scoffing at the notion that she could love so quickly.

She wrapped a towel around her body and another around her wet hair and went back into the bedroom. Elara was with them yesterday. Roslyn sat in a chair and looked at the bed. Elara’s nude body was being held now by him. They had rolled over together so that her back was against his chest and his arms were around her body protectively. She was a country girl, the town’s healer, and with the encouragement of her friend and the permission of her father, she had come to the castle to answer the call for concubines for Dorian. All of this Roslyn had found out while they spent time together. While Dorian was working out, running around the grounds or just sitting together reading, Roslyn took an interest in the other woman with them and Elara was all too happy to talk.

Princess and concubine, what a strange pair, Roslyn thought as she finished drying herself then called down for breakfast.

Roslyn put a robe on and pulled down a book from the bookshelf and took a seat in one of the chairs and relaxed waiting for Cedric to bring breakfast.

She thumbed through some fictional story that was full of love scenes. She smiled at the idea that the three of them could try a few of the positions that were talked about in the book. She let her hand travel over her body while she read it and found her nipples had come erect at the erotic words in the book.

A knock at the door brought her out of the dream and reading. She quickly set the book aside and answered the door. Cedric came in with the breakfast cart and had the good sense to not wrinkle his nose at odors in the room after hours of the people in the room making love late into the night.

“Good morning Princess Roslyn. I trust you slept well.” Cedric said moving the cart to the breakfast table.

“Yes Cedric, I did.” she let out a small laugh, “After I convinced everyone that we should sleep.” She let out another laugh at the memory of last night passed through her head.

“Yes, of course your highness. Well done managing the room.” He said, as he put out large bowl after large bowl on the table. He lifted a lid on one of the bowls showing off the food inside of it and that wave of nausea hit Roslyn full force.

He slapped her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom. She got down on her knees just in time to barf up last night’s food and drink. She sagged to the floor once it had passed, breathing in and out calming her body.

Elara was roused by the noise and knelt by Roslyn’s side moving the damp hair out of her eyes. “What happened?”

“The food. It smells awful and it made me sick.” Roslyn said, turning back to the toilet for another round of vomiting.

Elara got a washcloth, wet it, and came back to wipe Roslyn’s face, cooling her as well as cleaning her.

“I have something in my pack that may help.” Elara said, then stood up and went to the main room to fetch her bag. She rummaged around in it looking for a right vial when the smell of breakfast hit her.

She doubled over as a wave of nausea hit her and she dashed into the bathroom. She moved next to the princess and vomited into the toilet.

Both women were now sitting side by side recovering from their sickness and Cedric was very concerned. Having sickness in the castle was horrible. It would move from person to person and no one likes being sick. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and left the room. He saw Sabine coming down the hallway. He moved to her quickly. “Don’t go in there just yet, Sabine. The princess and your sister concubine are both vomiting in the bathroom. I’m going to fetch the doctor.” he said, rushing away.

Sabine was looking forward to being with the prince and princess. It had been a whole week since she was last with them and her body was starting to feel needy. The days she had spent with the couple were some of the best she had ever had. Roslyn had come out of her shell and opened herself up to Dorian that she was actually fun to be around. She had also learned to spread her legs for her husband and that part of their relationship had blossomed even more than her personality.

Sabine stood by the door and waited for the doctor. An older man, carrying a black bag, hurried down the hall as she waited. “Hi. Is this Prince Dorian’s room?” He asked Sabine, out of breath and sweating.

“Yes sir, it is. Are you the doctor?”

He nodded his head, put a face covering on, and opened the door. He looked around the room, saw the trio sitting on the bed together. Dorian looked very concerned as he held the two women to his chest, his arms protectively around their shoulders.

Sabine had followed the doctor into the room and saw them all together as well. The smell of breakfast hit her, as it had hit the two other women, and she dashed to the bathroom and could be heard vomiting.

The doctor saw this, looked over to the food table, “Cedric!!”

Cedric, always nearby, opened the door, a hanky still covering his face, “YEs.”

“The food. Get it out of here! It may be poisoned.” the doctor said, before he moved toward the trio and to the other concubine in the bathroom kneeling by the toilet.

Cedric aghast at something like poison near his charge, burst into action and got the food out of the room and back to the kitchen. He called for security straight away and had all of the kitchen staff rounded up and held securely until the doctor was done.

“I’m Doctor Fallow your highness. Cedric called for me when the princess got sick. Now I see two other women also sick.” he said, moving to the bed and placing his bag on a corner.

“Was there poison in the food?” Dorian asked, his fear would turn to anger in a heartbeat if someone was found to have attempted poisoning of his wife or anyone else in his household.

“I don’t think so, but as a precaution.” he said, putting a stethoscope to his ears.

Dorian growled deep in his chest as he looked past the doctor toward the door.

“Princess, may I listen to your heart and lungs please?” He said moving toward her.

Roslyn pulled away from Dorian and sat up so the doctor could listen to her heart. He listened for a good minute to the steady lub-dub of her heart, then moved it to her back and asked to take deep breaths as he listened to all of the lobes of her lungs. “That all sounds fine.”

“Miss, I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.” He said, looking to Elara.

“I’m Elara, the prince’s concubine.”

“Concubine? Well, I didn’t know he had taken one. Who is the other woman?”

“One of my sister’s concubines. There are seven of us.”

The doctor paused, marveling at the number. Only the king himself has that many, now the prince. “Well, I wish I had been notified, I would have liked to give all of you ladies a physical. But it doesn’t matter. Please, let me listen to your heart and lungs.” he said, moving to her side.

Elara sat up and let the sheet covering her torso fall away. The doctor listened to her heart lub-dub, then listened to her lungs. “You sound fine.” The doctor said, then went into the bathroom to listen to Sabine’s heart and lungs.

He came out moments later, and put the stethoscope away and made some notes in a little book.