Chapter 102 - Unexpected Alliance

"Ahem! I ... I was afraid that the priest would think badly of me when he found me inside my husband's body! I mean, when they say we're going to be one meat I didn't think it was that literal!" she exclaimed, jumping to her feet.

The priest reached for the crucifix on his chest but made no attempt to exorcise Alexa. At least for now. He just narrowed his eyes and looked at her coldly,

"No, it certainly isn't that way. But you certainly have a suitable explanation for that," he said.

"I don't know if it's a suitable explanation, but ... it's the truth," and Alexa told how she discovered after the wedding that Alexander's soul had escaped to Romeo, when he could no longer return to his own body. And how the lighthouse witch had promised that she could share her life with her husband if she agreed to a ritual. Finally, as she had just discovered that she left her own body at dusk and returned to it when the sun came up on the horizon.

The priest heard everything completely absorbed while his fingers didn't leave the crucifix on his chest.

The maiden tried to read his expressions, but Blue Eyes let little escape. All she knew was that he was furious.

"Prince Gutard confirmed that you had gone after a witch and died by her hands, deceived to free her in exchange for something. When I went to where I was supposed to find your body, there was nothing there," he revealed, crossing his hands. "But what actually happened was that you had an agreement with her…"

"Hey, calm down. Father Agnello, did you forget that I only knew about this witch because I did what you asked me to do? I didn't know her, she was Prince Gutard's private prophetess!"

He raised an angry eyebrow, and Alexa understood that he didn't want his secrets revealed in front of the warrior. But she said,

"Listen. Balbo is a loyal friend of my husband. And both of you are here to protect his body. It's my purpose as well. If you think differently, call Prince Gutard here and we will clear this up. Or do I call? " she was not going to let Agnello think he could threaten her. If he was not an ally, she should treat him as an enemy.

Blue Eyes shook his head, aghast,

"After what you saw in the cathedral, did you still look for a witch?"

"I went there for answers! I wanted to be sure if the best thing to do was to leave on this trip. Perhaps Alexander and I have been deluded, but now it's too late to point out a finger at me, he or else."

"I shouldn't be surprised that you were duped by a witch," mumbled the priest. She for a moment even thought Blue Eyes was not angry with her, but it was better to make everything clear at this point. She continued,

"Regardless of beliefs, this is what happened. I have no idea from where the witch invoked the power to do what she did. I didn't have much of a choice, because the Sovereign Prince sent me away. I could just take the hint and leave, as if Holstein was just a bad memory. But Alexander would remain in danger. He would die."

"Yes, I believe this is quite clear already. I'm still baffled by your lack of faith ... But what could I expect? Looking for a witch? Do you need to fall so low?"

"Ah, well… Please be understanding, the Church excommunicated my family. I don't know if God hears me, and ... OUCH! DON'T!" the priest slapped the Second Prince on the head several times, until the maiden occupying Alexander's body asked for forgiveness,

"I won't say anything anymore! Forgive me, I was wrong!" the Prince fell to his knees protecting his head. Balbo was about to interfere, but the priest stopped by himself,

"You're lucky for being in the body of this innocent. But you will have to prove your sincerity. You will help me banish these filthy spirits that dwells in this castle. You will see to it that this body remains healthy and pure. And I will be watching!" he was emphatic.

'As you wish,' she thought, getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed. Although she was angry, she controlled Alexander's voice as best she could, "What do you want me to do?"

"I will need to make some arrangements first, including dealing with Prince Gutard," said Blue Eyes. "He's going to have to know that, of course. It would be difficult to hide from him."

The maiden thought of Gutard's reaction when he discovered that Alexa now shared his younger son's body. He rather wished her to be dead, she was sure. And although at that moment he could do anything to her, the maiden was sure that she could never return there, about the risk of ending on a skewer,

"We all have to be pragmatic, following the example of the Sovereign Prince himself," it didn't escape the maiden that Blue Eyes most likely didn't question Holstein's Sovereign as to whether he had a captive pagan prophetess.

In fact, she knew that the Prince had always wanted to use her, like, so many others did, for his purposes. And when she was no longer useful, her carcass would be burned or left to the crows. Alexa had deluded herself for a while, and it was scary that he was the same man who loved his children to the point of making the strangest pacts to save them. But at this point, Alexa was sure that she could only trust Gutard as long as she remained useful to him.

"Pragmatists, yes. We must not make things easy for such malicious enemies. Both hell and earth," said Blue Eyes, and the maiden tried to wonder what exactly he was referring to.

Then the priest went to the door,

"But that doesn't mean that you should follow all of his examples. You can begin your penance for getting involved with witches after your dinner. Use your time for 5,000 Our Fathers," and making the sign of the cross, Blue Eyes was about to leave when she remembered to ask something,

"Father?"

"Yes?"

"If I do this penance, will it count for me or for Alexander?"

Blue Eyes narrowed his eyes, and returned to the Second Prince, giving two slugs on his head,

"One is for you. And another for Alexander!"

"OUCH! OUCH!" the maiden regretted her stupid questions, since she was the one who felt the pain twice.

After making sure that the priest would not return, Alexa sighed, complaining aloud,

"Why is he always making me pray?"

"I suppose he has reasons. He also does this with the Princes," said Balbo, and Alexa remembered when she and Magnus were kneeling over peas,

"He reminded me of what happened earlier. Alexander's father was here right at dawn."

"Prince Gutard was very upset to believe that Alexander had woken up, and then to see his son collapse in his arms. He even cried, and blamed himself," said the warrior, stopping by the window.

"I can't understand it. He is going to marry Lady Cordelia, even though he believes her family tried to kill Magnus!" the maiden scratched her chin, bothered by the fact that there were little hairs there whenever she passed her hand. And she started to pull them out, thoughtfully.

Balbo was going to say something, but when he saw the scene, he was unable to remain serious,

"Is it too weird to be in a man's body?" his voice betrayed his humor and curiosity.

"OH! Yes! Quite!" Alexa's eyes widened emphatically, "See, there's the fact that… Fur! I have chin hair. And ... well, I'm not sure what to do. Those soft things in the middle of my-his legs, one must know how to sit and…"

"Why, it's your husband's stuff! Be very careful, you will need this later! Hahahahahaha!" the loud laughter echoed in the tower.

"Eek! Don't talk like that! It's not enough that I have to… Well, I really need to pee and I didn't really want to…"

"Put your hand on?" Balbo had tears in his eyes from laughing, "Sorry, Your Highness, it will be necessary, or you will end up wetting your own feet!" he pointed to an adjacent room, "The urinal is there, but of course, the latrine is elsewhere."

"Thank you!" it was all I needed to hear. Running over there, she lifted her nightgown and faced her husband's 'jewelry' for the second time. The feeling of peeing with a ... what's the name of it, really? It was different. She understood why she had to hold it on and was not sure what to do next, so she shook it off.

"Er… Balbo! I have a question," 'the Prince' went back to the room, "How can you ride with 'it'?"

"Well, I was born with mine, so I think it was a matter of adapting," he laughed, but continued,

"Now look, my late mother gave me useful advice, which I will share with you as a newbie," he wiped his eyes when he calmed down,

"Take good care of the Prince's 'things', he'll be furious if you don't take good care of him. So listen, keep everything very clean or your d.i.c.k will fall. Really! Don't place your d.i.c.k anywhere, or your d.i.c.k will rotten and fall. Take it seriously! And don't look at me like that, I can't stop laughing!"

"Fall? Can it… fall?" that extra responsibility was not in her plans.