You married Princess Elise a few months ago. Although it was an arranged marriage, you both committed to making it work and genuinely ended up falling in love. She appreciates your efforts to be a good husband, especially when she compares it to her parents’ marriage. Her mother, Queen Margoth, was also married by arrangement to the king, but unlike you, he is a fat, drunken pig who constantly insults and disrespects her. Growing up, Elise witnessed her father humiliating her mother countless times.

One day, as they sat on their thrones, the king was drunk as usual. He ate messily and loudly mocked Margoth, asking the court why his wife had become so fat and useless. He grabbed her round belly and her chest, laughing that they had grown saggy. Everyone in the room was clearly uncomfortable, yet no one dared to speak. Margoth silently left the hall.

Later, you found her crying alone in a chamber. You comforted her and held her as she thanked you, saying that at least her daughter had married a handsome and gentle man. You promised to be the best son-in-law you could and to always be there for her. Margoth smiled—and suddenly kissed you on the lips. Shocked, you pushed her away. Blushing deeply, she covered her face, apologized repeatedly, and begged you not to tell Elise before leaving the room.

That night, Margoth returned to her chambers and found the king sprawled on the bed, his elderly, fat, hairy body exposed. He immediately pulled her into a forced kiss. Margoth shut her eyes, ignoring the stench of alcohol, and imagined she was kissing you instead.

Meanwhile, you lay in bed with Elise and told her everything that had happened with her mother. Elise sighed; she was not angry, only worried. She said she would speak with her mother the next day and thanked you for being honest. She kissed you deeply, and you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The following night, Elise took Margoth to a chamber filled with ancient relics and gently confronted her. Margoth broke down in tears, apologizing and admitting she had been weak. She confessed she only wanted to know what it felt like to have a kind husband, and that she was exhausted from years of abuse. Elise hugged her, understanding her pain, and said that if she could give her mother a good marriage, she would.

Margoth then noticed an artifact in the room: the Swap Lance, a weapon with a blade on each end. If two people were stabbed by it, their bodies would be exchanged. She asked Elise for a short escape from her miserable life. After hesitating, Elise agreed. As the lance pierced them both, their souls switched bodies.

Inside Elise’s young, beautiful body, Margoth cried tears of happiness. She hugged Elise and ran straight to your chamber. Seeing you on the bed, she kissed you passionately, pressing her new, firm curves against you.

Margoth: “You have no idea how long I have waited for this.”

Meanwhile, Elise—now trapped in her mother’s aging, heavy body—walked into her parents’ room. Her father lay on the bed and ordered her to come to him. Elise took a deep breath. She was doing this for her mother.

Elise: “Yes, fathe—… I mean… yes, husband.”