“Most Exalted Princess, your father, the Great and Glorious Emperor, requests your account of the Summer Capital’s annual budget.” The servant said in a hushed tone.
“Be silent!” I was not going to be bothered by petty accountants. If my father wanted to review the budget he could damn well have one of the countless overpaid and lazy underlings to collect the information for him.
“But Fair Princess, the Emperor says…”
“I said do not bother me! Let my father’s many servants retrieve the information for him!” I watched the servant back out while bowing to my greatness. It was clear that my father was dissatisfied with my rule of his Summer Capital. I could hardly be bothered. I was neither an accountant nor a tax agent. I was First Princess and ruler of the Summer Capital of this Great Empire stretching from the waters of the Pacific to the Urals, from the snow of Siberia to the Oceans of the South. Our Family’s Empire was great. I was not greedy. I was not a politician and not at all concerned with the formations of armies or the proper rates of taxation. My father and his thousands of lackeys could deal with those issues. My concern was our Summer Capital.
The name itself was my decree. It had previously been known as the “Northern Capital.” I found naming our four great capitals based on direction to be boring. I renamed them after the four seasons. It was my duty… No, my mission to transform our Summer Capital into the most beautiful of all the capitals, no, of all the Empire. Summer Capital would have the most gorgeous palaces, the most elaborate buildings, the greatest decorations, the most fabulous architecture, the most ornate statues, parks, fountains, shrines and edifices. It would be the glory of the Empire and the envy of the world!
Father mainly just wanted to marry me off to one of the many rich landholders of the Noble class. All of my many sisters were already married. Most of their husbands were completely inept at the most important areas of life: fashion, design, architecture, and décor. I suppose military and finance had their place, but they were so very boring. I certainly didn’t need a husband to tend to those issues. I had thousands of servants skilled in those areas to tend to it. I could focus my considerable talents to making this the most beautiful city in the world. It already was, I suspected. Oh, I had plenty more work to do. But since father finally stopped trying to arrange a marriage for me and gave me control over the Summer Capital, I had beautified the city immensely.
I didn’t need some fool of a man telling me what to do anyway. I am the Princess. They think that they can marry into the Royal Family and suddenly they can boss around a princess? I didn’t think so. All of my foolish sisters handing their power away. My father had over a dozen children. I cared little for any of them. Most of my brothers sat around and talked of military conquests and my sisters sat around speaking to each other of ways to please their men or their own many children. What a waste, I thought. A daughter of the Royal Family waiting hand and foot on their men and children, as if they were mere servants themselves. The thought was almost obscene to me. Besides, I had so much work to do beautifying this city, I could hardly take nine months to have child. As if I would even need to be pampered in the same way as my helpless sisters. Barely lifting a finger for nearly nine months, as they wait for their child to come. Such weaklings, I thought. If I was with child I could pop that royal child out over lunch and still have time to work on remodeling the town square in the afternoon. Not that I had any desire for a child anyway. They would undoubtedly drain too much of my time. Besides it would mean marrying a man anyway, and I had even less time or tolerance for their foolishness.
After the last of my personal servants vacated my royal chamber, I stepped out on the balcony, as I often did, and watched the servants as they tended the royal garden. Several female servants were planting this year’s annual flowers in the garden, hundreds of different varieties. My favorite servant was there too, sweating in the hot sun. No, not “favorite,” I had to be careful even when thinking to myself. “Favorite” denotes an Imperial Favor, a prize much too illustrious for a lowly peasant girl. I watched this lowly peasant as she worked. Her skin was brown from working days in the sun. She dressed in clothing that would have been obscene for anyone of the Noble Class. Her clothing was little more than dirty rags, the cheap clothes of the poor. It was not only what she was dressed in, but how she was dressed. Much of this peasant girl’s skin was exposed. Her chest and shoulders were covered and her midsection from her waist to just above her knees was as well. Her knees, legs, arms and face were all clearly visible. Such exposure would not have been tolerated among any woman of the Noble Class, or even of the servants working in the house for that matter. Such unabashed display of one’s skin was completely undignified for anyone but the lowliest of peasants.
Indeed, as I stood on the balcony under the shade of the rooftop overhang, I was dressed in only the finest of royal robes. My head was covered in a cowl most elaborately embroidered with the finest patterns and arrays of silks and cottons. Over the cowl, I wore my royal tiara with a fortune in jewels adorning and dangling from it. A veil also decorated in jewels covered all of my face except the area immediately surrounding my eyes. I wore a form fitting dress and robe made from the finest fabric in all the lands. It hugged my form, the result of hours of tailoring from the Empire’s finest seamstresses. The dress and robes covered my entire body from my neck just below my ears all the way to the bottom of my ankles and all of my arms down the my wrists. Only the area around my eyes was visible to the world, even in the privacy of my royal chamber.
It was my royal eyes that I used to stare at this, my favorite… er rather the most interesting of my garden servants. I watched as she bent down to gently place the seedling into the small hole she had just dug. She placed the small flower and covered it with dirt using only her dirty hands. She poured water from a container she carried with her. Some of the water that she used to water the flower splashed up and covered her exposed leg with shimmering droplets of water. I watched in fascination as the drops of water streamed down her toned, muscular leg.
The skin on her body was a golden tan, a result of so many hours working in the sun. My skin was, of course, a pale white. My skin never coming in contact with the sun. Not that anyone other than my closest of chamber maids would ever see me out of my elaborate robes, but I must be seen as royalty even without clothes. My pale white skin was a symbol of my royal status. Only those women of the lower classes had contact with the tanning rays of the sun. My chamber maids were an exception of course, their skin was light in color as well, not because they were in any way royal, or even noble, but because it would not be at all dignified for one of my stature to even associate with a woman with the appearance of the working class.
I continued to stare at this most interesting of peasant garden workers. Her dark skin glowed like soft caramel and seemed just as sweet… No, she was dirty and ugly as all the servant class were. But… her body so firm and slender, muscular from so many days of working outdoors. Yet, her features were soft. Her breasts and hips were large and round. She was an image of femininity, long muscular legs, strong arms, large blossom. She was an image of beauty… NO! She was beneath me.
Yet… I could not take my eyes off of her. Why? I could not be envious of such a poor and lowly girl obviously. So why do I watch her so? You are attracted. I heard a dark recess of my mind whisper. I shut down that thought immediately. To even think, a princess of the Great Empire inflicted with the disorder of admiring the same sex in a lewd way. The very notion was distasteful. Those that were confused in the gender of those to whom they should be attracted were normally flogged. The pain helped cleanse them of their misguided thoughts, until their minds were straightened. And the very idea of a member of the Royal Family being so misaligned was simply preposterous. Attraction itself was beneath those of royal lineage. Royals do not rely on it as the peasants do. There is quite simply too much money, power and wealth to risk the property rights involved in marriage or the inheritance rights involved with procreation to something as fickle as attraction. For that reason, most of our marriages are arranged with the same care as one would take in a land sale contract. No, attraction was for the low classes. Princesses did not have or want such base feelings. I, of course, did not have such vile emotions. Though if I did… and I don’t… but if I did, I would only ever feel attraction for a man. Not just any man of course, but only a Nobleman.
This garden servant was nothing special at all anyway. She had no jewelry. She had only the shabbiest of clothing. Not only were her fingernails short and unpolished, they were filthy and ragged. Her hair was not styled. Her skin was dark and tanned like that of any common outdoor worker. Yes, she was a commoner.
Yet, those travelers from the far west were all pale skinned. They were not nobles. They were mere merchants. A higher distinction than a gardener to be sure, but still hardly noble. All of the members of their caravan had pale skin. They had told us that where they are from all people were fair skinned. Some of their caravan had looked strange indeed. Not only did they have fair skin but many had fair hair as well. Not gray from old age, but almost yellow like flaxen wheat. So many of them had bright eyes as well. My eyes were the bright jade green that was common in our family, and another indicator of my royal status. Yet, even the commoners in their caravan had green eyes. Some of them even had blue or gray eyes. They spoke of their distant lands. They claimed to come from a city of rivers. They claimed to have a culture almost as ancient as ours.
The travelers were strange indeed, but they showed the proper respect even though they came from outside our Great Empire. They bore many gifts and respected our ways. After meeting with them, I had a new sense of… diversity. Commoners who looked like royals. Outsiders that spoke of peace rather than of conquest. People willing to exchange knowledge rather than steal and horde it. Simple merchants with as much education as Noblemen. My mind had been opened to…. What? That simple peasants might have some inherent worth just as nobles did? Surely not. No, such was not the way of matters. We were divine and the peasants were merely on this earth to serve as tools of the Empire. They had value. They had the same value as cattle or sheep or any other creature that serves the greater needs of the Empire.
I stared more at the garden servant. She was planting the most beautiful of flowers in my royal garden. She planted an array of colors, one more colorful than the next. But none as beautiful as she was. I watched her dark brown, almond-shaped eyes and thought of myself lost in them. Thought of myself pressing my lips to hers. I watched the sun reflect off of her raven hair and thought of myself running my fingers through it as I kissed her deeply letting my tongue slip into her mouth.
Er…. Rather, these are the thoughts that a deranged and lowly commoner might have. I, of course, being a princess and distinguished member of the Royal Family would never have such depraved thoughts. I sensed that the most interesting of my garden servants could feel my eyes upon her. She, of course, did not dare return my glance. Looking directly into my eyes would be beyond her Station. A commoner staring too long into the eyes of a royal could even result in execution. As a loyal servant of the Empire she would have been well aware of this fact and dared not return my gaze. Still, I wished that she would, so I could get a better look at her dark and mesmerizing eyes. I wished that she would throw me a glance and smile at me with her pretty impish smile. Er… Rather I would have wanted that if such things were of any interest at all to a princess of the Empire.
I watched as the most interesting of my garden servants bent down. The strong muscles of her thighs flexed as she did so. I imagined those strong thighs wrapped around my body as I stroked her outer thighs and buttocks… NO!! I pulled myself away from the balcony. A member of the Royal Family does not have such thoughts! I could not have such thoughts. Such thoughts are not allowed. It must have been…. An educational exercise? Yes, that was it. I had, of course received only the finest of education from only the greatest minds in the Empire. I was a royal princess after all so only the best in education would be tolerated. Yet, one must continue to sharpen one’s wits or they atrophy like muscle… like a garden servant’s gloriously toned thigh muscle… Yes, my mind was obviously engaging in an educational exercise just like when I was with my philosophy instructors. I was merely exploring the minds and vile habits of the lower classes. I would, of course, never have such attractions, but my mind, always curious, was simply exploring what the primitive peasant mind might think of in such situations. Not that they would be able to analyze it like I do. They are much too ignorant of such matters. Such is the burden of a great mind like mine. So much education resulted in my brain wanting to analyze the world in all its many facets.
I told myself that it was probably better to move onto a different area of study. I forced myself to stay away from my balcony. I walked over to the other side of my huge chamber and rifled through the many gifts that the merchants in the far west caravan had given me. They were quite generous for people of limited means. They did seem quite educated though. Many of their teachings were wrong. But I didn’t press the issue, I couldn’t expect too much of them after all. I mean, the Great Empire didn’t reach to their lands to the west of the Urals. They seemed to place a lot of importance on a prophet in a big hat who resided in a city north of their city of many rivers. I combed through the many unique foreign treasures that they had bestowed upon me. One of them was a book.
The book did me little good from an educational standpoint. It was written in their strange language. They had taught me a bit of the exotic language, but not nearly enough to attempt to read an entire text written in their barbaric tongue. Still, the fact that simple merchants could afford books was impressive. Anything much beyond a collection of scrolls, much less a full volume of text was expensive to produce. It was a very fine gift even if I could not understand the writing in it. The text was handwritten on a very unusual paper, which the travelers said was not really paper at all but rather made from the skins of sheep. Seems it would have been easier to use paper and block text, but the travelers seemed to have little knowledge of such items.
According to the travelers, the book recounts the history of their ancient times. Or, rather that of a nearby land, known as Greece. Apparently these people were polytheistic and worshiped their gods through, among other things, oracles spread throughout their far western lands by both man and their gods themselves. The book recounts the travels of several ancient explorers searching for one oracle in particular called the “Oracle of Gemini.” A strange topic for a book I thought, but a gift that I gratefully accepted nonetheless. I looked through the text and despite not being familiar with most of it, I found myself mesmerized by the strange writing anyway. I continued to scan through he pages one by one, looking at the strange writing. As I reached the middle portion of the book, I felt an unusual heat rising from the book itself. The feeling was slight at first and then became more intense with each turning of the page. At once the book became too hot to hold and I dropped it to the floor of my chamber. I watched in amazement as the book disappeared before my eyes. The book had simply vanished.
I passed out… No, princesses do not “pass out.” I merely did not recognize that I had chosen to fall asleep… on the floor rather than my royal bed because…. It was cooler. Yes, that was it, was cooler on this hot summer day. Yet, as I awoke, something was strange. I could feel, but not move my right side. Perhaps I needed the royal healer? For as we all know, even though Royalty does not succumb to illness, sometimes the Gods test our royal endurance with something which to the untrained and uneducated eye might look similar to illness. Sometimes the gods even called us royals to sit beside them in the Royal Kingdom of the Heavens at the end of our earthly lives… An occurrence which the lowly and uneducated sometimes mistake for death.
Indeed, something was wrong. I was having trouble regaining consciousness. The gods were indeed testing my royal endurance. I was having trouble picking myself up off the floor. The right half of my body did not respond. Why should this be so? I could feel my entire body. If I felt it, should I not also be able to control it? Yet, I felt something else, something new. It was like an added weight right next to my head. I turned my head ever so slowly in my bewildered and dreamlike state to see… Another head! An intruder! Right next to me! “Guards!” I wanted to shout, but I could only mange the barest of whispers.
I could smell the stain of sweat and dirt upon this person. I knew it was the smell of the unwashed and poverty stricken. What was such a person doing in my royal chamber? Even my royal servants were bathed in the finest perfumes, at least the ones that were allowed in my royal chamber anyway. This violator was very close to me, practically breathing down my neck! How dare she! It was a she. I could tell by the feminine yet filthy aroma emanating from her sticking head. She would not be a woman for much longer as my royal guards would surely put her to death for such a transgression as daring to enter my royal chamber!
I wearily raised my one working hand to the intruder’s face to push her away. I felt a slight strain upon my own neck. Strange, it was as if I had just tried to pull my own shoulder away from my head. What was the meaning of this? I heard the women next to me moan wearily.
“Peasant! You dare speak to me?” I pulled myself off the floor with all the strength I could muster. I fell back flat on the floor. Only half of my body worked, and the half that did was still weak. I knelt on the floor allowing my senses to return. It was then I came to a strange realization. This intruder’s head was attached to my royal body! I craned my neck to the right and used my functional hand to feel this woman’s neck. I resisted the urge to choke her and instead felt her neck firmly attached to my royal shoulders! The nerve! How was such an infestation possible? I refused to believe it, but as my senses slowly returned to me, it was evident that some peasant woman had taken control of the right side of my body. Her head now resided next to mine on my shoulders. This women start to awaken from her own sleep and she was controlling the right side of MY body. I could feel every sensation from the right side of my body but had no control over it. I felt the movements but this imposter was controlling it.
With unspoken and uncoordinated effort we made our way to my royal vanity which had reflective glass atop it. We both looked at the body. A body which used to be mine and mine alone was now shared with a peasant. Not just any peasant, but my favorite… my toned but buxom gardener. How had she gone from being attached to my mind’s fantasy to being attached to my very body? As I looked at what was once my body, I realized that the presence of the second head atop my shoulders was not the only new structure. My royal breasts were different. I now had three! They spanned across my chest in a single row. Not only was the number different, but the size was most definitely changed as well. They were much bigger. My once tiny breasts were now far beyond that of what even my favorite gardener’s had been. Each breast was now well beyond a handful. Each of the three breasts were similar in size, the outer two breasts being exactly equal in size to each other and the middle boob being just slightly larger than the outer two. But each of them were massive, equal in size to my head. Their weight was imposing, almost like I had not one but four new heads on my body. I could feel the added weight of the gardener’s head on my shoulders and the imposing weight of the three huge breasts filling the entire top portion of my chest.
As I stared unbelievingly at my new and naked chest, I realized that I was naked, completely naked. My royal robes had disappeared. I was stark naked from heads to toes. Yet, the new head and breasts weren’t the only differences in my body. Indeed, it appeared to be only half my body now. The left side of my body glimmered in my usual pale white skin tone, but the right side of my body was now the dark tan that I recognized from so many hours watching my gardener work. A distinct tan line ran in-between in a vertical line between our two sides of the shared body. Our huge middle breast was half pale white and half golden tan. Our left leg and buttock was a snowy white and our right leg and buttock a golden tan. It was like two bodies had merged into one with only our heads remaining separate. Her side of our shared body was dirtier, sweatier. Her finger- and toenails were not manicured and were unpolished.
“Wha… What happened?” I heard the head attached to my right side say.
“Silence!” I yelled with as much gusto as I could manage. ‘How dare you speak to me!”
“What do you mean? Who are you? Where is my body?” The gardener spoke obviously confused.
“Your body?!” I spoke in my royal tone. “You have stolen my body and you will be imprisoned!”
“Imprisoned?” She shot me a strange look. “But you would be imprisoned too.”
“Do not question my authority!” I yelled. I could not believe the nerve of this peasant. My yelling stirred the royal guards. They rushed into the room.
“Your Majesty, we heard yelling and…” The guard stopped mid sentence and now stood with mouth gaping at the sight of me not only naked but somehow conjoined to another woman.
I grabbed my robe laying next to the vanity and attempted to cover myself as I screamed. “Grab her!”
The two royal guards looked at me puzzled.
“I said grab her!” I repeated using my left hand to point directly to my right. “Take this miserable retch into custody!”
“But your highness…” One of the guards started to say.
“Don’t question my orders, I want this intruder seized and imprisoned now!” I demanded.
The guards instinctually followed my command and approached the gardener, yet inexplicably one of them grabbed hold of my arm as the other grasped the arm of the women to my right.
“Unhand me, you fool!” I said grab her not me!” I could not believe the guard would dare lay a hand on me.
“But Princess, she is… she is… attached to you.” Said the guard quivering.
“I don’t want excuses!” I screamed at both guards. “Both of you report to the captain for discipline immediately!”
I, of course, knew that no matter how forcefully I ordered them, that they could no more detach this person from me than I could detach her from myself. I yelled at guard after guard and servant after servant demanding that they remove the intruder from my presence. They, of course, could not.
“Does Your Highness wish me to dress her?” One of my servants meekly asked after all my requests to remove the intruder went unfulfilled.
“Of course, you idiot!” I shouted. “You think I want to stand here naked?” My servant immediate grabbed my royal robe and started to place it over my shoulders. I pushed her away. “What do you think you are doing?!” I bellowed.
“Dressing you, Your Highness.” My servant answered simply.
I rolled my eyes. “I said dress ME, not this miserable retch next to me! Gardeners are not allowed to wear royal robes, you should know that!”
My servant’s voice was cracked with fear. “…but how do I…”
“Go away! I’ll do it myself.” I said grabbing the robe out of my servant’s hand as she shuffled away.
I ordered the gardener to remove herself from me. She refused. She claimed that she had no more knowledge of how we came to be the way we were than I did. I informed the retch that I was not half as ignorant as she. I told her that I knew of her attempt to gain Imperial wealth and power through some dark magic. She claimed innocence. I ordered her beheaded for her insolence. Yet, this order too was not followed. My royal healer telling me some nonsense about how beheading her would result in me bleeding to death, as if anything done to a lowly peasant could have any effect on me whatsoever.
After an afternoon of no one following my orders, by that evening I was enraged. I ordered everyone out of my royal chambers. Everyone but the gardener complied. She remained attached to my side.
“Your Majesty, I think we have to face the fact…” The gardener began.
“Silence! You dare speak to me!” I interrupted. “I’ll have you beheaded!” I shouted.
“I think we have already established that such an action would cause grievous injury to Your Majesty.” The Gardener said with her eyes humbly lowered as she spoke.
“Ah,” I nodded. “Emboldened by that fact I see.”
“Of course not, Your Majesty,” The gardener continued. “But since we find ourselves sharing this body…”
“Nonsense,” I interrupted again. “As if I, the Royal Princess of this Empire, would ever share anything with a lowly peasant! You shall be beheaded for that insolence!” I threatened again even though I knew our current state did not allow for such an occurrence.
The gardener bowed her head. “With all due respect, Your Majesty. I do not presume that you would share by choice. I also do not assume myself worthy of an audience with you, much less the honor to speaking to you as a noble might. But, I think, given the current state of our unique situation, that I must humbly speak to Your Majesty.”
I sighed. “Very well, until such time as your execution, I shall grant you temporary leave to speak with me. Call it the royal granting of the condemned’s last wish. But do not let such favor go to your head.” I warned.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” The gardener continued. “But I do hope that in your great wisdom that you will see fit to grant me mercy as I am in no way responsible for our current state.”
I looked to my right indignantly. “Do you mean to imply that I am responsible for this?” I questioned as I used my left hand to point to the shared body. “I cannot believe you would make such an accusation against the Princess. You shall be beheaded!” I shouted yet again, realizing that my threats were having less and less impact.
“Yes, of course,” The gardener responded, though I detected with less respect than previously. “But, perhaps we should learn to walk in this form.”
“Preposterous!” I shouted. “As if I, a Royal Princess of the Empire could possibly have anything to learn from a lowly peasant! You shall be executed for such insolence!”
“Yes, but before that,” The gardener seemed to be growing tired of my threats. “I really need to learn to walk. If you could grace me with your guidance, Your Majesty.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why I, a Royal Princess of the Empire, should waste time teaching some lowly peasant how to do the most menial of tasks… I see that my granting of a royal audience has already gone to your head. You shall be imprisoned!” The gardener bowed her head as we lay motionless on the bed. I lay there in bored silence until finally offering. “Still, I am not without charity. I think I shall teach you. But, only because it suits me to do so. Do you understand?”
The gardener nodded. “Yes, Princess, you are most gracious.”
We spent the next several hours learning how to walk in the conjoined form. I was surprised how quickly we learned to walk in unison. The gardener was more graceful than I expected for someone of the lower class.
The gardener eyed my huge gold-lined bath tub. “Perhaps we should bathe. I still have the dirt on me from digging in your royal garden, Majesty.”
“You dare suggest that I would bathe with another women, much less some peasant?!” I roared. “You shall be punished for…”
“Yes I know,” She said. “But, before that, may we bathe?”
I gasped. “You DARE interrupt me?! You shall be executed for this!”
“Yes yes,” she said dismissively. “May we please bathe? This half of our body is ever so dirty.”
“Fine,” I said charitably. “I shall grant you this dying wish.” We disrobed and I helped her into my royal tub. I felt a mixture of excitement and disgust. I could not believe that I was allowing a lowly peasant to bathe in my royal bath. It simply would not do…
“You must bathe me.” I demanded. “A lowly peasant is not allowed here except to bathe me. If you find time to also bathe yourself than so be it…” The gardener washed both her side and my side of our shared body as I let our left arm relax completely. I felt her wash the huge breasts that lay on our shred chest. I felt her strong yet soft hand massage the mounds of flesh sliding past the three nipples. I felt a warm and tingling sensation in my vagina. I knew that she could feel it too. She reached down with our right hand and cleaned between our legs and the folds of our shared labia. “Mmm yes, that is most dirty. I want you to clean there very thoroughly”
“What, Your Majesty?” She asked daring to look me in the eyes.
I used our left hand to grab our right and guided her fingertips to our shared clitoris. Her fingertips under mine, I guided her in a soft massage of our clit.
“You want me to masturbate us?” She said somewhat nervously.
“How dare you suggest that I would in any way enjoy or even engage in such behavior.” I said with a hushed tone. “You will be punished…. After you finish cleaning me.” She continued to rub our shared clit in small circles as I had instructed. Meanwhile, I used our left hand to massage our three huge and wet breasts. I cupped and caressed each of them in turn feeling their weight and caressing them as she used the tips of our finger on our right hand to bring us both simultaneously to an orgasm.
“Oh yes!” I exclaimed. I caught myself. “I mean… Yes, that is clean enough. You did an adequate job. You might make a decent house servant if I allow you to live.” It was growing more difficult for me to feign anger at my new half. Secretly, I was quite thrilled to have this beautiful woman so close and so intimate with me. It was my private fantasy to share such closeness with this woman. I could pretend to be angered by the situation, but as we bathed in the water, feeling her careful and tender caress of our clitoris as I massaged our three huge wet breasts, I could hardly control my excitement. In a life full of royal privilege, I was actually never happier than I was now, attached to this peasant woman.
My father’s anger, however, was not feigned. He was shocked at the sight of his daughter and royal princess now sharing a body with a lowly peasant girl. He was shocked by the sight, but more so angered by what he assumed was dark magic on the part of the peasant or perhaps of her family. My father called upon the Empire’s greatest physicians and magicians to examine our shared body. The conclusion was that such merging did not happen naturally and could only be the result of magic.
“Could such magic be accidentally caused?” My father asked the greatest of the Imperial magicians.
“Not likely, Great Emperor.” The magician stated as if such magic was commonplace to him. “As you see from the symmetry of the body,” He continued while pointing at our shared body. “Two heads equally in control over a single body. If the magic was somehow accidental, you’d expect the merging to be much more haphazard.”
“What is your conclusion then?” My father asked of his royal magician.
The magician, who was dressed in fine robes almost equal to that of the Emperor, contemplated in silence for a moment before saying: “It is definitely a curse, Your Highness. Someone has purposefully sought to meld your daughter with this peasant girl.” The magician gave a small nod as if to affirm his own statement.
“Who would dare do such a thing?” My father demanded.
“The most likely suspect,” the magician responded quickly as though prepared for the question. “Is the peasant girl herself, or perhaps a member of her family. They would have the motive. If she is attached to a royal princess, it may not make her royalty, but would at least make her the benefactor of any royal privilege.”
“Is this dark magician dangerous?” My father asked with the slightest trace of concern in his voice, something not typical of his usual fiery and blustery tone. “Should I expect a second head to sprout from my shoulders as well?”
“Hmm,” The royal magician paused. “I think most likely not, Your Majesty. I say that because, you are the most likely target of such a magical attack. You are, after all, the one in power. If such dark magic could affect you, why not target you first? Why give you warning with an attack upon your daughter?” The Magician nodded again as if satisfied with his own reasoning. “No, I suspect that the magic used, while powerful, is nonetheless dependant upon a weak mind. The careless, emotional, and overly passionate mind of the female is what made your daughter susceptible.”
A rage grew inside me upon hearing these words from the charlatan wizard. Yet, I held my tongue, not daring to speak ill of my father’s favorite magician with my father still in the room. It was clear to me that the magician had no more knowledge of what happened to the peasant girl and me than we did, but my father was buying every word of it. My father was only too willing to believe in the frailties of the female mind and body, and only reinforced his regret that I had never married.
“Can it be reversed?” My father finally asked the magician.
The magician thought carefully before responding. “Only, I think, if we discover the one who cast the curse. Only that person will know the remedy for the merging. If we could find that person and force them to tell us how it was performed, we could then attempt to reverse the process.”
My father seemed satisfied with this response. He forcefully grabbed the chin of my right head with his hand and pulled her head up so that she was staring him in the eyes. “Was it you, girl?!” My father demanded. “Or was it one of your relatives?”
“You Highness,” My second head said with fright. “Neither I nor my family process any dark magic.”
“Liar!” My father said in a loud and authoritative tone. “You and your family are the only ones that stand to profit from this merging, you are thus the only logical suspects! Now, tell me who is responsible.”
“I don’t know,” My other head said with growing fear.
My father’s gaze grew stern. “Round up her entire family.” My father said to the guards standing at the doorway, though still looking menacingly into the eyes of my right head. “Bring them all in for questioning. Use any means of torture necessary to determine which of them is the dark witch or wizard.”
“No!” I heard my other head plea as a shudder ripped through our shared body.
“Wait,” I said. “Maybe it wasn’t her family.” I saw my father look at me with disappointment, unprepared to accept anything I said with much credence, all too willing to believe my “weak mind” had allowed this problem. “Father, the far west caravan, those merchants had a lot of strange items, maybe they processed some unknown magic.” I stopped short of mentioning the book. I did not want to see my new melded sister’s family tortured, but even more, I did not want anyone to know of the book. For if the book was somehow recovered or if it rematerialized or if another such book existed, then a way might be discovered to detach the two of us. I could not allow that to happen. I was never as happy as I was this moment. I had never wanted anything more than to share the most intimate of life’s moments with this beautiful peasant girl. I could not say anything that might jeopardize us staying conjoined to one another.
My father dismissed my theory of the magic resulting from the far west caravan. He was now convinced that my new melded sister’s family was the culprit behind the joining. Thankfully, my father did not so much suspect the peasant girl herself, thinking her “weak female mind” incapable of performing such powerful magic. He instead suspect her father or other male member of her family of the deed.
My father quickly had each and every member of my new melded sister’s family rounded up and incarcerated. They were systematically interrogated and tortured for information. I felt sorry for my new sister and for her family. Such sympathy would never have crossed my mind before merging with the peasant girl. I would never have felt such emotion for a lowly peasant family before now. I felt my new sister’s pain and anguish over her family’s treatment. She begged me to stop the torture, but I could not provide relief to her. I knew my father would not stop his interrogations. Some of my new sister’s family were tortured almost to the brink of death before my father was satisfied that none of her family was aware of how our merging resulted.
My father stared at us in disgust and the royal seamstresses tailored new royal robes to fit my now two-headed and three-breasted form. The royal magician entered the room as the seamstresses were putting the final touches on the new wardrobe. The magician leaned down to whisper to my father who sat watching my new sister and I model our new royal robes in front of the reflective surface above my vanity.
“Your Highness,” The Magician whispered. “The last of the interrogations have revealed no information as to whom the dark wizard may be. I regret to inform Your Highness that this merging may indeed be permanent.”
My father stood with a sigh and slowly approached me and my new sister. My father held out his hand gently and touched the cheek of my left head. “My darling daughter,” he began. “I do love you, my dear. But, being the leader of a great Empire does sometimes require sacrifice. I cannot let family interfere with what is best for the Empire.”
I gave my father a puzzled look. “Whatever do you mean, father?”
“I mean,” my father continued. “There is only one member of the peasant’s family who has yet to be interrogated. I must be sure all avenues are taken before resigning myself that this heinous trespass upon my royal lineage is irreversible.”
“I understand, father.” I said, careful not to look to my right at the pleading eyes of my other half. “Interrogate this last person if you must.
“You don’t understand, my daughter.” My father shot a scornful look to my right head. “The last member of the peasant’s family is the peasant girl herself.”
“What?” I said in shock.
“Guards!” My father yelled. Suddenly two of the royal guards forcefully grabbed my melded sister and I and dragged us out of my royal chamber.
“What is the meaning of this! Unhand me you idiots!” I screamed as my new sister and I were dragged down the royal halls.
We were incarcerated. We were placed in a secure room and guards took turns shouting questions and accusations at us. All the dialog was directed at my right head, but I bared as much of the brunt of it as my new sister, with my head being only inches away from hers. My new sister again and again denied any knowledge of how or why we were merged. After the tenth or twelfth such denial, one of the guards slapped my right head violently. I felt and immediate burn sting the cheek of my right head.
“How dare you strike a Royal Princess!” I yelled. “You will have that hand cut off, you fool!”
The guard turned to me smugly and stated. “I have not struck a princess, but merely a lowly peasant.”
“But I felt it too!” I spoke honestly.
“Yes,” the guard continued with what I could tell was some sense of satisfaction. “Such incidentals cannot be avoided.”
“Incidentals? When my father learns of this, you will be lucky if you avoid execution!”
“Oh, your father is well aware of it.” The guard said smugly. “He was the one to order it.”
“He is obviously unaware that I feel everything on my right side just as keenly as I do on the left!”
The guard leaned in closely to me and gaped at me in what was a distinctively disrespectful stare. “Oh he knows, dear princess… he knows.”
My sister was tortured despite my continued pleas to see my father. My pleas to inform him that I could feel every bit of the torture now being inflicted on my right side. My assurance that my father would never allow a hand to be placed on the peasant girl if he knew I could feel the pain. The abuse and interrogation continued through the day and into the night. The guards never placed a hand on my left head or anywhere on my left side. Yet, my right head, that of my sister, was slapped and beaten repeatedly. After the long night of interrogation ended and we were dragged back to the privacy of my royal chamber, I looked to my right and saw the swollen eyes of my new sister. Her eyes were black and her nose bloody, her lip split open and bleeding. My face was untouched but I felt every cut and bruise on my sister’s face just as intensely as she did.
My father called upon us in my royal chamber the following morning. He stood quietly and let me vent as I screamed that I could feel every bit of the abuse upon my right half. After I finished my tirade, my father simply stated that he and his royal magicians had concluded that the merging of myself and the peasant girl was indeed irreversible. I openly expressed dismay on my left head, but secretly I was feeling great relief that I would not be separated from my new love.
My father then placed a hand gently on our left shoulder. “It is therefore with great regret,” He began in a soft but official tone. “That I must inform you of my royal decree.”
“What are you talking about, father?” I asked.
“I am afraid, dear daughter, that allowing a mere peasant access to royal favor without nobility or due cause would only serve to incite those adept in the black arts of magic to follow suit.” My father decreed in a very official tone. I noticed several guards enter my chamber door as my father continued his decree. “You see, dear daughter, as much as it pains me, I can’t encourage black magicians to usurp the royal bloodline with this evil merging magic. Now, normally, such practice of dark magic would result in an immediate sentence of death. Such an order would in this case however, result in the death of an innocent royal, that being you, dear daughter. In my royal mercy, I assure you I will spare you of such an injustice. However, since we cannot allow the usurpation of royal favor through such dark means, we must therefore disown you of any royal wealth or privilege.”
“What?!” I said in disbelief.
“However, the fear is that even the brief royal favor granted to this peasant girl may be of enough importance to some to engage in such black magic in the future. Therefore, the revocation of your royal status is not enough to serve as deterrent to would-be magicians. It is therefore further decreed that you be exiled not only from the Royal Palaces, but from the Empire itself.”
“What?!” I repeated in even more disbelief. I heard my father’s words but could scarcely believe what I was hearing. I was being disowned and exiled not for any change in who I was mentally, but because of the lowly status of the peasant girl attached to my body.
“Yes,” My father affirmed. “We cannot have the citizenry of the Great Empire see this lowly peasant sharing your one-time royal body. It may incite a revolution. I am sorry, my dear, but you have until sundown today to vacate the Royal Palace. You have until the end of the year to vacate the furthest reaches of this Great Empire.”
“But…” I started to argue, but my father interrupted me, continuing his royal decree. “If you two are seen in the lands of the Great Empire after the start of the new year, I’m afraid my soldiers are ordered to capture you, imprison you, and behead the peasant girl. Since such beheading will, I’m told, likely result in you bleeding to death as well, daughter, I would suggest that you make every effort to be outside the furthest reaches of the Empire by year’s end.” With that, my father turned and left my royal chamber. He did not stop as I called my protestations to him. As I indicated with my left leg that I wanted us to proceed after him, my sister and I began to move our shared body in his direction, but the royal guards stepped in front of us blocking our path.
We were ordered to pack our belongings. I was not allowed to pack my tiara, my scepter, my royal rings or jewelry or any other indications of my royal status. After some amount of pleading, I was permitted to take my royal robes that had been designed in the past few days to fit our unique three-breasted and two-headed form. These form-fitting royal robes were the one and only vestige of my old royal status.
That day was the last day I ever set foot in the royal palace in the Summer Capital, or any palace of the Great Empire. The new year came and we made our way through the snowy mountains of the Urals. We were a strange figure in the snow. From a distance, we looked like a two-headed women. Upon closer inspection, one could see my sister and me, two distinct and separate people sharing the same body from the chest down. A body that appeared so normal but for the three large mounds in a single row atop our chest. We traveled stride for stride, me controlling our left leg and her our right, remarkably agile considering that each of us controled only one leg.
We were almost to the lands of the far west. Perhaps we would meet those strange pale skinned merchants again one day. Perhaps we would even discover why or how we were conjoined as we were. We made our way ever so slowly across the isolated and lonely mountain paths. We foraged for food with barely a possession in the world but the clothes on our shared back. Clothes that had the hint of royalty in their ornate design. Yet, robes so different, robes that were created for a triple bust and for two heads.
We would meet the occasional stranger on our path. They would almost without fail be shocked by our appearance and amazed by our agility to walk or even to run and to otherwise work in complete unison. We even met those who took a more passionate interest in our form. We even sometimes returned such affections, I with an attraction toward the fairer sex and my sister with an attraction for the mountain men. We didn’t squabble but rather shared, as we did with everything else, our vagina, seeking affection from the fair women and rugged men of the foreign lands we now found ourselves.
I was stripped of all wealth and power. Only those royal robes, now beginning to tear and tatter under the cold and bitter conditions of the mountains, served as a reminder of my old life. I didn’t care about such royal remnants. I had something much better than royal wealth and power. I had a love and intimacy unparalleled. I was happier now in the cold and foreign lands than I had ever been in the Summer Capital. I shared the body and the love of my sweet peasant girl.
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