I walk down the garden path to the clearing where I first kissed Vincent. The sun is warm across my shoulders, and a light breeze blows through my hair. The feel of my silken strands against my skin reminds me of a lover's touch. I came out to the garden to clear my head. I don’t think it’s going to work. All I can think about is last night and the Bedding Ceremony.

I sit down on one of the stone benches. It's warmed from the sun, and close my eyes trying to will my mind to think of something else. The problem is I can’t think of anything else except Vincent and Nathan. Here alone in the quiet of the garden with my eyes closed, I can practically feel Vincent's hands and hear Nathan's voice. What kind of woman am I turning into? There was a time when I would have dreaded the thought of having sex with not one but two men in front of the highest ranking members of the court. Now I feel like someone completely different.

Dread was the furthest thing from mind when the time for the Bedding Ceremony arrived. I was eager, probably more eager than my husbands. I know it's because of Vincent and Nathan. The two of them drive me wild with desire and lust. I open my eyes and look around the lush green gardens. I know it’s more than lust. I’m falling in love with both men, and I believe they’re falling in love with me. It’s how they’ll get along with each other that has me concerned.

Nathan and Vincent think they're so very different from one another, and on the surface they might be right, but the truth is they're very much alike. I suppose they would argue the point, but I know better. They both want the best for their countries and for me. Neither of them protested the Bedding Ceremony either, because they both certainly like to show off. Not that I blame them. Both my husbands more than lived up to their legendary reputations, and that ceremony will be spoken of for ages. I feel strangely proud. There's something arousing about the entire court watching you fuck, but it's not just that; it was showing them that both Nathan and Vincent were devoted to my desires, my pleasures, to me. I’ve never felt quite so powerful.

Nobody in the room could take their eyes off the three of us. Every man the in the audience was hard at the sight of my naked body. I have no doubt that the ladies of the audience grew wet looking at Vincent and Nathan. I mean, my god, it's not every day a woman sees a twelve-inch cock, well unless that woman is me. I'll be seeing two of them daily for the rest of my life. More than seeing, I laugh to myself. Maybe I should give up the idea of getting anything useful done. Maybe I should go back to bed. I know Nathan is having tea with my mother, but perhaps Vincent is still in bed.

I remember how he looked asleep in our bed. His sculpted body mine for the taking. I think about sliding my hand under my dress, pushing my panties aside, and touching myself right now. I lift one hand up lightly brushing my fingers across my breasts. Through the thin fabric of my dress, I can feel my nipple sharpen. I remember the way Nathan's fingers felt on my body, Vincent’s lips on my skin. I bite my lip and pinch my nipple. I feel my pussy start to get wet. I lower my hand, playing with the hem of my dress. I really should be getting back to the palace, for all I know Vincent and Nathan could be killing each other. Maybe not killing but at the very least they might start arguing if I’m not there. That’s something I certainly don’t want.

“Isadora.” I hear my name and turn. Vincent appears around the hedge. “You're finally out of bed,” I say, smiling.

“Why didn't you wake me?” Vincent asks.

“Because I suspect that if I woke you, we'd still be in bed,” I reply.

Vincent smiles, a genuine one that reaches his eyes. He walks over and takes my hand, and just that alone is enough to make my pulse speed up. I stand and take Vincent's hand, and together we walk deeper into the garden.

“You're right, of course. If it were up to me, you'd probably never leave our bed.”

“I wouldn’t be a very good princess, or queen, if I never got out of bed,” I laugh even though the thought of never leaving bed sounds very appealing. “Besides, my country would fall apart and so would yours.”

“We'll let Nathan run everything.”

“Vincent,” I say, giving him what I hope is a warning look. I’m going for mildly threatening, but the smile Vincent gives tells me I’ve missed the mark.

“But, Isadora, I'm sure he's more than capable of running all three nations. He'll just persuade everyone to do exactly as he says.”

I don’t miss the sarcasm in Vincent’s tone.

“Vincent,” I say, laying a hand on his arm, “I know you and Nathan have never been close. You've never even gotten along. Do you think this can really work? Can the two of you be friends?”

“Well, we're trying. And we do have a common interest.”

Vincent brushes his lips across mine and I almost forget about our conversation, but I’m not entirely happy with the answer to my question.

“Promise that you two will be friends,” I say.

“I promise I'll try,” he says, pulling me closer, “but right now I'd like to know what you were thinking about.”

“Why?” I ask “Did I look worried?”

“Quite the contrary, you looked like you were thinking about something you enjoyed very much.” His eyes fall to my chest. My hard nipples obvious through the fabric of my dress.

“I was thinking about yesterday,” I say, leading us further down the garden path.

“I see,” Vincent says, and I hear just a trace of desire creep into his voice.

“Yes, about the food, about the wine.” I can’t resist teasing him just a little. “About Nathan’s fingers, about your big cock.”

His mouth quirks up at the corner. “You can do more than think about it, you know.”

“Oh, I intend to do much more,” I say, turning to kiss him. “I have some things to attend to, but we’ll follow up on this thread later. After Vincent’s evening jog, perhaps?”

The truth is, getting more involved in policy interest me, in an equal but totally different way than my husbands do. It gives me something to look forward to and make my work more efficient, for sure.