From congressman to medieval bride (Patreon)

When Margaret walked into a large room filled with different people, mostly men, the music stopped. Only a few continued their conversation, but after seconds their drunken table conversations died down. Everyone looked at the beautiful bride, who looked around in fear, afraid to take a step forward. She was truly beautiful for a girl of that time and an elegant dress only emphasized her beauty, and her fear and fear adorned her even more, yet it squeezed out a truly virgin beauty in her.

18-year-old Margaret, a former 42-year-old congressman and influential man Gregory Brown, very strangely and not as usual looked frightened as a man in medieval noble clothes stood in front of him next to the priest. Her small hands were tightly gripping the bridal bouquet of flowers, which one of the court maidens handed her to her. Her beautiful hair fell almost to her open neckline, accentuating her lovely little breasts under the tight, beautiful corset of the dress. Slowly walking forward, she felt excitement and fear, which no one noticed and could not in any way connect this with the fact that for her it was all wild, strange and humiliating.

Gregory Brown fell into this trap after meeting with one of his voters - an old witch who has long sought an audience with Gregory to help the area of ​​the state in which she lived. She hadn't really liked Gregory before, but when she finally had a chance to meet him in person, she was only once again convinced that she was right about Gregory. He turned out to be a terrible sexist and misogynist and of course her problems were not heard by him.

She didn't think she could do it ... and she didn't plan. But leaving the office she cursed him and looking at his smile from disbelief only made her even more angry. At that moment, it seemed to her a great idea to send this miscarriage into the past by exchanging it with some woman. But nevertheless, reason won out and she did not exchange it with a stupid peasant woman. She needed an ally and someone who would really help her problems in the state.

All these thoughts in her head went along with that rage when she screamed out a curse and as a result, Gregory swapped bodies with Margaret. Yes, for Margaret it was also a big shock, but the witch was able to establish contact with her by telling her that soon she would make Margaret's life better. 

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Gregory was shocked when laughing and looking into the eyes of that woman without listening to her stupid words in his eyes suddenly began to darken and, once again, being conscious, he was no longer in his office, but in some room in an old fortress. There were candles and a bed around him, and it was no longer his business suit, but a soft medieval nightgown covering the delicate skin with women's breasts.

- What the fuck ?! ... Um ...

- Dear sister, what are these strange words I hear from your lips?

Turning to the male voice behind his back at that moment, Gregory instinctively straightened his long hair and just as skeptically stared at the man in medieval clothes who called him "sister".

At that moment, Gregory could not yet realize all that had happened to him. However, the sensation of a new weight in the chest area, which nodded a little from his movement and long hair generated strange thoughts in his head. In addition, all this abrupt change in the situation after the words of the curses of that old woman bound it all into a single picture.

Brother Margaret was the only one at that moment who saw her sudden change from a meek, dreamy girl who was a little worried about the wedding into an angry crazy girl who expressed herself strangely and said that she was a man. Thank God that at that moment it was only he and he was able to convince her of his wrongness and the absolute stupidity of her words by telling her about who she really is and what century she is living now.

Everyone explained Margaret's strange behavior by her reluctance and fear to marry a Turkish prince. And everyone understood that it was really difficult for the poor girl to accept the choice of their parents, and it was all the more difficult to accept the fact that she would leave her homeland forever to live as a faithful wife of a man in a completely different country and in a different culture. But no matter what, it was a political and very important union for their countries, so Margaret, as the youngest and most beautiful daughter, had no choice against the will of her father.

For Margaret, it would seem, a nightmare was about to begin, but she quickly "came to her senses" and, although her behavior was different from the previous one, she nevertheless became calmer and the prince did not even know about this incident that happened to his bride on the eve of the wedding. 

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Having reached the Altar and trying to smile, Margaret did not want to look her fiancé in the eyes. She timidly stood looking at the floor holding her bouquet in her hand and did not want to believe that this was really happening to her. Inside, she was still convinced that this was just the temporary theater of the witch who cursed her when she was still a powerful congressman.

But several days have passed since she was here and nothing has changed, and everything only got worse. At first, she thought that she just happened to be here by accident and this is all some kind of show that showmen are putting on for the public in the 21st century. But then, convinced of the opposite, she began to think about how to get back, realizing that she was stuck in the past.

The news that she needed to get married soon was not a secret for her, but she had no idea that it would be a Turkish prince with whom she would have to leave for Turkey. It seemed that only by understanding and getting used to one she immediately recognized the other, and her plans and thoughts of returning back were intertwined with this new news.

So, for example, at first she thought that she was of royal blood and it was a good sign for her, even if she was stuck here for a long time, it’s better than being a peasant. In addition, she naively believed that she could become a queen and regain her influence here even in a greater volume than before. But now it was definitely impossible due to her move and change of the country. All this was found out only the day before and she tried to be restrained as it was possible at that moment.

Looking into the eyes of the Turkish prince, she did not understand a word about what he was talking to her in his own language and hoped only that it would all end soon. It was the first kiss in her life with a man that I had never even thought about before and still just as "innocently" for everyone else carefully tried to do as it should, burying her inner desire to leave or run away from here, to hit this person or how- then be rude to him, realizing that her old methods of communication will not help here and will only make it worse. 

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Margaret was wrong to make plans that she could somehow be influential here as before. Despite her royal blood and the fact that she was now married to a Turkish prince, she was just a bargaining chip in the political game.

Her husband, despite her beauty, did not love her and did not consider this marriage worthy. He was forced to do it as well as she was, and it was all just a big theatrical political production for the political goals of their fathers.

So today, sitting at the table, she again tried to somehow add her opinion about the dispute that had begun now between men.

- May be we...

- Stop talking, woman! Just keep quiet while the men figure it out! What a stupid Englishwoman!

She didn’t even have time to start this time and quickly bit her tongue, closing her mouth and looking down. This was not the first time that Margaret tried to somehow take action to improve her status. But each time she became more and more convinced that it would be better if she did not even try to do it.

She was already finally convinced after a few months here that the path back into her life as a congressman was already closed. But here, too, everything was possible, despite the many difficulties.

Despite the films and TV shows in which medieval life is so praised, in fact, everything was completely different. Maybe if she were here a man from a royal family, she would be able to endure here the lack of modern things and attributes of life to which she is used to. But since, besides this, she also lost at least some right to vote, this life for her was a complete mischief, in which she could not get used to the fact that all this is now her life until the end of her days.

Here she was just a beautiful adornment ... a beautiful royal adornment, which imposes only a bunch of responsibilities not only in terms of submissive behavior in front of her husband and his guests, but also in terms of wearing strange uncomfortable dresses. She got used to the idea that she would have to share a bed with a man for whom she absolutely did not feel anything and inside she still loved only girls. But what he forced her to do for the sake of "procreation" seemed to have nothing to do with this "procreation". Her plump lips have already been between the legs of her "husband" more than once, and even after her womb filled up and began to grow in anticipation of a baby, her "husband" still insisted on these "experiments".

All her male pride and arrogance was now somewhere deep inside, along with her sexism and misogyny in the strong hands of which she now fell.