Chapter 4: The Fall: The Princess BabymakerChapter Text
Thursday was the day Joseph was called to meet Magdalena Santos; he knew this appointment would be different from the others. Magdalena wasn't just a Thursday morning customer; she had a special aura, a reputation that preceded her. The name Santos, though seemingly innocuous to the general public, resonated with a certain nobility. Joseph had heard of this mysterious woman and her burning desire to become a mother. What had been revealed to him, however, was far from the complete truth.
Bernie's car pulled up in front of a hidden mansion on the outskirts of town, surrounded by high walls and dense vegetation, offering perfect stealth. Joseph got out of the car, his heart beating a little faster than usual. He adjusted his suit, trying to calm his nerves, then rang the doorbell. An old man opened it for him, a butler with a piercing gaze, who invited him in without a word. The interior was just as grand as the exterior, with paintings and furniture that exalted wealth and history.
"Señora Santos awaits you in the bedroom." announced the butler in a neutral tone.
Joseph followed the man through long, silent corridors. Everything in this place seemed to carry a weight of history, as if every object had a story to tell. The butler finally opened a large solid wood door, revealing a huge bedroom with a canopied bed of rare elegance.
Magdalena was waiting for him, standing in front of a window overlooking a vast garden. She wore a red satin dress that hugged her curves with natural grace. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her dark eyes reflected an almost hypnotic intensity.
"Joseph." she said in a soft but firm voice. "I'm glad you've come."
He approached, impressed by her presence. Magdalena had a classic, almost timeless beauty, but something in her eyes hinted at a deep pain, a heavy burden she'd been carrying for a long time.
"I'm honored to be here, Mrs. Santos." He replied, bowing his head slightly, as if by instinct.
"Call me Magdalena." she corrected gently. "What we're about to share is far more intimate than formalities."
She stared at him intensely, then moved closer. He smelled her bewitching perfume, a subtle scent of flowers and mystery. She leaned in slightly, brushing her lips against his cheek before whispering in his ear:
"I want a child, Joseph. That's why you're here, isn't it? To help me make that dream come true."
Her warm breath against his ear made Joseph shiver. He felt his desire grow as Magdalena touched him tenderly. She pulled back slightly, her fingers playing with the fabric of her dress before she let it fall to the floor, revealing her perfect nudity. Joseph swallowed, unable to look away from this dazzling vision. She was magnificent, sculptural, and her body exuded a strength and sensuality few women possessed.
"Come closer, Joseph." She ordered softly, but in a tone that brooked no contradiction.
He moved his slightly trembling hands closer and placed a hand on her waist, delicately caressing her soft, warm skin. Magdalena took his hand and guided it to her belly.
"This place must carry life." She murmured, her gaze fixed on him with an almost ferocious intensity.
The moment intensified rapidly. Joseph, overwhelmed by desire and the almost sacred atmosphere in the room, quickly shed his clothes. They were face to face, naked, their bodies about to unite. Magdalena placed a hand on his torso, pushing him back slightly, then climbed onto the bed, reclining sensuously, her legs slightly apart, offering Joseph a bewitching view of her body.
He climbed onto the bed in turn, positioning himself above her. She caressed his face, her fingers tracing the contours of his jaw with unexpected tenderness. But her eyes were full of determination.
"I'm no ordinary woman, Joseph." She said softly, running her hands over his back. "There's something you should know before we go any further."
He paused for a moment, surprised by the gravity in her voice. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, but took a deep breath before revealing:
"I'm the last surviving member of the Spanish royal family. My real name is Sofia Magdalena de Borbón y Ortiz. I fled to France when the royalty fell. Since then, I've lived in hiding, waiting for the moment when I can restore what's left of my heritage... with a child."
Joseph, shocked by this revelation, looked at her, searching for a trace of doubt in her words, but there was none. Everything in her attitude, in her posture, confirmed what she had just said. He realized that this woman wasn't just looking for a child, she was carrying the future of an entire bloodline on her shoulders.
"Now you understand why this child is so important to me." She murmured, pulling him gently against her. "He will carry the blood of kings."
Her words resonated within Joseph. The idea of helping a woman like her, not only to become a mother, but to perpetuate a hidden royal lineage, excited him as much as it intimidated him. He felt a surge of desire and duty mingling within him, a new responsibility that transcended their simple union.
Without waiting any longer, Joseph leaned towards her, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their bodies joined in a carnal symphony, each movement filled with desire and promise. Magdalena guided him confidently, her hips moving in rhythm with his, as if she were trying to channel his entire history, his entire destiny, into this single moment.
The minutes passed in a frenzy of shared pleasure. Joseph felt the tension building, their bodies straining in unison, until finally, with a cry of release, they climaxed together. Out of breath, Joseph let himself fall back beside her, while she lay still, her gaze lost in the void, already looking to the future.
"This child will be special, Joseph." She murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. "He will carry within him the rebirth of my lineage."
Joseph had never imagined that he would cross paths with another princess on the same day. Yet here he was, standing in the antechamber of a sumptuous mansion in the heart of Paris, facing a future even more uncertain than anything he'd known before. That afternoon, his appointment was with Theodora of Greece, a woman as mysterious as her name might suggest.
The idea of meeting a royal figure was nothing new to him, but this one represented something different. Theodora was not only a powerful woman by name and descent, she belonged to a lineage that had left its mark on European history. The Greek royal family, once expelled from their own country, still carried symbolic weight in the collective imagination. And he felt this weight on his shoulders as he prepared to meet this woman from another world.
The door to the antechamber opened softly, and a woman of regal stature appeared. Theodora of Greece lived up to the reputation that preceded her. She was tall and slender, her refined features bearing witness to a natural elegance. Her brown hair was pulled back into a neat bun, while her piercing blue eyes betrayed both an aristocratic coldness and a glint of mischief. She wore a sober but undeniably elegant black satin gown that hinted at her discreet curves.
"Joseph, I presume." she said in a soft voice tinged with a slight Greek accent.
"Princess Theodora." he replied, inclining his head slightly to hide his confusion. "It's an honor to meet you."
She offered him a measured smile before inviting him into the adjoining room, a vast chamber decorated with impeccable taste. The thick curtains let in a soft light that bathed the room in a hushed ambience.
"I'm glad you've come. I don't trust just anyone, you know."
Joseph sensed the tension in the air. This appointment is not just an intimate moment between two people, it carries much wider implications. Theodora had recently married a powerful American lawyer from a modest Indian family, but her husband had suffered a serious accident and become sterile. She was desperate to find an heir to ensure the continuity of their lineage.
"I'll be straight with you, Joseph. You know why you're here. My husband... can no longer give me what I want most in the world: a child. And in our world, you'll understand that it's not just a question of will, it's a necessity. The future of our family is at stake."
Joseph nodded, understanding the immense responsibility she was entrusting him with.
"I understand, Princess." he said gravely. "I will do everything in my power to help you achieve this goal."
Theodora approached him slowly, her gaze scrutinizing every detail of his face. She was both distant and bewitching, as if carrying the weight of generations of fallen kings and queens. Her slender fingers grazed Joseph's shirt, unbuttoning it little by little, never leaving his gaze. He allowed himself to do so, aware of the almost sacred ritual that was about to follow.
"You're different from the others, Joseph." She murmured, letting the shirt slide to the floor. "I've heard about you. You've worked with some of the most influential women of our time."
"I'm just doing what's asked of me, Princess." he replied, his breath coming in shorter gasps as the closeness between them increased.
She smiled slightly, before turning her back on him to walk to the bed. She undid her dress with infinite grace, letting the satin fall silently to the carpet. Her naked, finely sculpted body was revealed in the subdued light, exuding an aura of power and vulnerability at the same time. Joseph approached gently, placing a hand hesitantly on her waist. Theodora turned to him, her gaze as intense as ever.
"What we're doing here, Joseph, isn't just for me. This child, if born, will bear a weighty name. An heir to the Greek royal family, even in exile, is a symbolic figure. He will be our future. Perhaps, thanks to him, we will one day regain our rightful place."
These words, spoken in a whisper, sounded like a prophecy. Joseph sensed the importance of the act they were about to accomplish. It was no longer simply a carnal encounter between two beings. He was to become a pawn on the chessboard of history. Their bodies came together at last, in a calculated, almost ceremonial slowness. Every movement seemed imbued with a mission more important than themselves. Joseph, accustomed as he was to these intimate encounters, couldn't help but feel a certain pressure. Every caress, every shared breath took on a new meaning.
Their breaths quickened as their bodies became more attuned. Theodora, despite her apparent coldness, occasionally let out sighs of pleasure, her face taut with desire. Joseph, for his part, tried to remain concentrated, aware that this moment was much more than a simple sexual encounter. It was an act of procreation destined to go down in history.
"Joseph..." She murmured between breaths, her body twisting slightly beneath him. "You're... incredible."
These words, though uttered in a rush of pleasure, also carried an unspoken acknowledgement. Joseph felt he was gradually earning his place among these powerful women, becoming a key player in their lives, their stories, their ambitions.
After long minutes of passion, their bodies slowly detached, exhausted but fulfilled. Theodora lay still for a moment, her gaze lost in the void, as if she were already thinking about the future.
"If this works out." She said, breaking the silence. "You'll have a special place in our family. Even if it remains in the shadows, you'll be a key player in the rebirth of our lineage."
Joseph, still lying beside her, nodded softly. He knew that what he had just accomplished would mark a turning point in his life. More and more, he realized he was playing in the league of the elders, manipulating destinies and legacies that far exceeded his own ambitions. The princess finally stood up, tying a bathrobe around her body. She turned her gaze to Joseph one last time.
"If this child is born, you will be linked to me, and to Greece, forever."
Joseph straightened up, gathering his clothes, aware that this appointment with Theodora of Greece was only the beginning of a new era for him, one in which he would walk alongside queens and princesses, shaping the future of ancient dynasties.
As he returned to his vehicle, the young man received a call of the utmost importance: it was from President Stéphanie Veil, Simone Veil's direct descendant. She wanted to congratulate him on having forged strong ties with wealthy individuals such as Madame Kovalevskaya and members of former monarchies such as Magdalena Borbón y Ortiz and Theodora of Greece. Today, he has gone from mere gigolo to possible prince or even king of several influential monarchies. France would be in a better position if such links were to materialize. Joseph nodded mechanically, then ended his exchange with the President as quickly as it had begun. And went home to rest, for tomorrow would be another day, another life-changing encounter.