Julius and Isabels New Life as King and Queen: Love and Magic in the Kingdom

In our last chapter, Julius and Isabel help root out two evil Dukes bent on the overthrow of King Patrick. Their marriage and coronation bring about many joyful events for the citizens of New Cowan; their blessing seems to bless the kingdom and its citizens.


During the first months after my coronation as Prince, I acted as Duke for both Camarillo and Bethany, dividing my time between the two cities. Bethany was in far worse shape than Camarillo and Isabel and I spent far more time there. Jeremiah was still waiting his appointment, but the people Camarillo knew and respected him. Even before his appointment was secure, the people there came to see him as their Duke.

Actually, I learned much from Jeremiah, by allowing him to govern Camarillo in my absence. Occasionally there was things I had to sign off on, but I found I respected him more for some of the difficult decisions he made.

Bethany required that I changed nearly all the guards, their sergeants and officers. Most of the former Duke’s court was corrupt. They are none I can trust in that court. Therefore, I called on Captain Michael for his assistance. We left his wife and daughters in New Cowan they stayed in the palace near the rooms Isabel and I shared when there. Father visited often, occasionally bringing Jeremiah and Mom with him. When they did, I would seek their counsel. Jeremiah really impressed Dad and myself. After three months, Jeremiah’s appointment secured, and Britney went to a young Duke.

He brought his own Captain of the guard a middle-aged man, a weapons master and a longtime family friend. The young Duke named Michael Patrick Cowan, a very distant cousin, although a little arrogant, I felt he had a decent character.

After a little coaching by both father and myself, he seemed to calm down. I even managed to ease his arrogance. I finally convinced him that his position was not a privilege but a responsibility. I explained to him that I expected him to serve the people of his duchy, not the other way around. His responsibility is to their welfare, not them to his privilege. Father smiled as I finally told my cousin, “You are to govern with their welfare in mind, when your people prosper you are successful as a man, and a Duke. Our job as royalty is to ensure the well-being of our people. You need not be submissive to them, but be mindful all your decisions should be for the greater good, of your city, your duchy, and the kingdom.”

Father turns to Michael and says, “That is very good advice, my father had nearly the same words for me. Follow them well, if you do your people will love you.”

Isabel and I begin training with Master Justin and our guard before our son is born. We found out because of my connection to Isabel she could learn spells that I knew quite easily. Isabel made journeyman wizard very quickly because of that. I quickly proceeded to wizard, after mastering a few more spells. With the experience of late, and the power boost Isabel grants me Justin feels I deserve the title. With Isabel’s added strength, I soon mastered many advanced enchantments, along with many offensive spells. The same holds true for her. By the time our son was born, the kingdom has begun to settle down.

At least in private I finally got my guards not to go to their knee whenever I approach. They still insist on bowing, and I have taken to return their bows, they prove their respect, loyalty and bravery. Captain Michael joined my guards, his wife helps Isabel, and of course, after we found his two daughters have magic. They needed to train with a wizard, namely me, and Justin.

I was correct, father did love Isabel’s dowry, the carpets she created for his couriers proved more than valuable. When the couriers begin to carry mail, Morgan clan proved more loyal than any spy network, and more reliable. They helped us greatly in rooting out the evil that had nearly taken over our father’s kingdom.

It is now late summer, and our son is eighteen months old, walking and getting into everything. He is talking, and quite curious.

We are getting him ready for bed, which seems to be getting more difficult. Our boy asks, “Daddy why do I gotta go to bed now?”

Smiling I say, “Patrick, you need your sleep so you can grow up strong.”

Isabel says, “Son, your Dad and I need our rest too. It will be dark soon. Now lay down and go to sleep.” As Patrick lays his head down, Isabel gently caresses his back as she had since he was born. Little Patrick immediately relaxes, only a few minutes of his mother’s gentle caresses has our son asleep. Isabel lightly lifts her hand from our sons back and whispers “I love you baby.”

Little Patrick smiles in his sleep before murmuring, “love Mommy.” We quietly leave his room.

Our own bedchambers are just a little down the hall, something Isabel insisted on having. Outside of Patrick’s door his nurse smiles as we pass. We give her a nod, and she whispers “Good night.”

We return her good night, as we move on to our bedchambers. We check our room. On occasion one of the children of the servants, or the palace guards has hidden in our room to see the glow. Isabel does have a modest streak, is not that she does not mind showing the glow off. She just does not want to show her body off. We learned to do that before removing our clothing. Occasionally one of these children were hurt and afraid to tell their parents.

Isabel would usually care for these children as if they were her own. Always finding out how they were injured, so far three have fallen from a tree and one broke his arm, most of the time we get a bump, bruise or scrape. Occasionally, one of the parents actually bring the child to us. Isabel or I would never turn a child away or a desperate parent.

If we find a child hidden and injured in our room and after the goddess would heal them, Isabel and I usually carry the child back to their parents. Usually to frantic parents searching for their child. Occasionally a parent come to the gates begging assistance, we gave orders to the guards to summon us no matter the hour. Some things cannot wait, and injured child should never be one of those things to wait.

The goddess seems to smile on us. Perhaps that is why the healing still worked, for both child and adult alike. Perhaps because we took no credit for what the gods do, after all we are only messengers.

Finding our room empty, I place our normal ward spells, one on the outer door, and the balcony to wake us. Second on the balcony alone, that would paralyze anyone not allowed in the castle.

Isabel has a mischievous look as she waves her hands our clothing disappears, and reappears in the hamper. She is laying on her back and she spreads her lovely legs. Her flower opens and she gently plays with yourself, her soft aroma excites me and I go straight for what my wife wants me to do. I kiss from her knees to her labia, and then gently licked along the outside of her opened flower. I tease Isabel holding her hips not allowed her to move to direct my tongue too quickly. I want her to build up to her orgasm. Isabel is still learning to give me enough time at our little game. My wife can be impatient when it comes to my affections.

When she struggles too much, I simply kiss down her other thigh stopping at her knee. I slowly kiss back up to her labia. Isabel gets the message and runs her fingers through my hair. I gently lick her labia teasing the folds with my tongue until they extend fully. Now the little knob standing on his short stem throbs with her heartbeat.

Isabel utters, “For the love of the goddess stop teas...” Isabel loses her voice as my mouth wraps around that small knob that is her clitoris. My tongue teases it as my lips hold it hostage. The room floods with light as we glow brightly. I release Isabel’s hips and immediately she thrusts her clitoris into my mouth, my hands slight up her body, and squeeze her breast before my thumb and finger find her nipple. I tweak her nipples, a light pinch and pull starts Isabel screams of euphoria.

I release her clitoris to lick and lap her nectar, my tongue darts into her tight opening allowing the nectar to flow into my mouth. I taste her flower its nectar and it drives my lust. I lick and suck enjoying her nectar as it flows. Soon her quaking stops, but I again attacked the stem and before long, a second wave of bliss washes over Isabel. At

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