The Crimson Crown

I felt like an utter fool dressed as I was, especially with the pacifier and the thick diaper between my legs. I couldn’t help but feel as if my gowns were getting more and more infantile. Thankfully, we arrived at the chapel shortly, and I was greeted by Dorian, who smiled warmly as I entered. He stepped up to me, embracing me, “there’s my sweet little girl.” he said.

I glowered at him, clearly unamused. He leaned in, pulling my mask up and planting a kiss on top of my pacifier, making me blush as he pulled back, a grin on his face. “You are beautiful this morning, my love.”

I couldn’t tell if he was trying to goad me on or if he was being genuine; it was difficult to tell. “Thanks,” I mumbled around the pacifier as best as I could. 

Dorian took my hand, pulling me to the side of the room where padded mats had been set up. Several other nobles were already there, sitting and waiting, and the priest was preparing a sermon. Dorian sat and, to my surprise, pulled me into his lap, sitting me there like a little girl. I blushed deeply, especially as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in close, his chin just resting on my head. I couldn’t tell if the other nobles thought it odd he did this or not; I was too ashamed to look their way.

Father Aelindor took to the altar, beginning to preach a short sermon that invoked the powers of the wind. I listened with half an ear, too focused on my concerns to notice the shift in winds encircling us as he preached. As I sat there, I realized I had never been offered the chance to relieve myself this morning, and my tummy churned ominously. I squirmed, feeling my cheeks blush at the realization, Dorian’s arm around me tightening. “Relax, baby, we’ll be done soon,” he whispered in my ear.

I groaned, trying to sit still but fidgeting, fighting the cramps. I hated being forced to use diapers, especially for this, but I especially did not want to do it while sitting in my husband's lap and surrounded by nobles. I prayed the priest would hurry along, but it was a losing battle. Eventually, the cramps were too much, and with a soft grunt, I felt my diaper begin to swell, my hips lifting off Dorian’s lap, just hair in a vain attempt to hide what was happening. Perhaps it worked, perhaps not; Dorian didn’t say a thing as I pooped myself, my cheeks burning with shame.

It went on for what felt like ever, my entire body crimson with shame as I messed my diaper in the middle of a sermon like a little girl. Eventually, it stopped, my rear caked in the mess as I sat there awkwardly, unsure what to do. Dorian apparently had noticed. He leaned in and whispered, “Such a good girl.” he said before pulling me back and into his lap, “I’m proud of you; I know that wasn’t easy.”

I groaned, cringing as he did so, the mess squishing about my diaper, forcing itself up my rear and between my legs. I was mortified, and I found myself hiding my face, unable to contain my shame. The sermon ended, and Dorian stood, cradling me in his arms, making me yelp in surprise as my arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him. “Onward, my lady!” he exclaimed pleasantly, carrying me from the chapel.

I caught a chuckle from one of the nobles as we left, as well as the word “Newlyweds.”

“What are you doing?” I demanded, the pacifier falling from my lips.

Dorian grinned, “Sorry, caught up in the excitement.” he said, setting me down and turning to Morris, “Morris.”

She stepped forward and bowed, “Yes, your grace?” 

“My wife needs some alone time after the sermon. Would you take her back and give her some time to play while I attend my meetings? Add another diaper before meeting us in the queen’s chambers this afternoon.” Dorian ordered, standing.

“Yes, your grace,” Morris said, bowing her head as Dorian left.

Morris gingerly took my hand, pulling me along, “Come, your grace, we need to return to your chambers.” she said, offering me a look of sympathy.

Dorian's safety was out of earshot range, and she leaned in, “How are you enjoying your time, your grace?”

I shrugged sheepishly as I was led back to our bed chambers, too embarrassed to answer.

Morris guided me to sit on the floor. I winced as my messy rear made contact, my mess squishing as well as she forced a doll into my hands. “Play,” she ordered.

I blinked in surprise, needing both hands to hold the doll with the gloves on. I glanced up at her, cocking an eyebrow. She nodded toward the doll, “Play, your grace, don’t force us.” she said, and I swear I saw a look of pleading in her eyes.

I felt a pang of fear; what was going on that I wasn’t aware of? I begrudgingly tried to play, as best as I could, with the doll; Morris’s relief was immediate and obvious as she relaxed. “There we go, much better.” she said, a bit louder than was necessary, “such a good girl, playing with your dolls; isn’t this better than having to pretend to be a big girl?” she asked.

I gave her a curious look; what on Earth was going on that I wasn’t aware of? She made a motion, cupping her ear and pointing to the wall, rolling her eyes. The motion was clear; someone was listening. My eyes widened, and she held a finger to her lips, motioning to the doll, “Isn’t this so much fun?” she asked.

With the pacifier replaced, I was relieved of having to reply to these belittling comments, possibly the only reprieve I had at the moment. I begrudgingly played with the doll, as best as I could, as thoughts swirled in my head. Why was this happening? What had changed? Sure, Dorian had been treating me odd ever since I arrived, but things had taken a turn, and I was not a fan.

Elara cracked the door to the chamber and stepped out for a moment, returning shortly. “They are gone.” She reported.

Morris sat up, visibly relaxing. “I'm sorry, your grace.” She said, “It's important we keep up appearances.” Her fingers brushed the mask aside, grimacing as she saw the pacifier. “Just keep that in; it’s an excuse not to talk. The king has been listening to make sure you are on track for your training.”

I gave her a nervous look, mumbling something incoherently with the pacifier stuck in my mouth. Morris offered me a small smile, “You remind me a lot of the queen when she first came to the kingdom. Oh, how I miss the innocence of those days.” 

I felt a shiver at her words; Elara retreated to the door once more, keeping a watch. It wasn’t long before she shut the door, retreating to us in the center of the room, “they are coming back.” she whispered, kneeling beside me.

Morris nodded, grimacing, as both girls began to play with me, filling the small room with the sounds of caregivers entertaining a young child. This continued for the better part of an hour or two; it was nearly impossible for me to keep track of time like this. I allowed my thoughts to wander, my bladder making itself known, and with a sigh, I let it soak into the padding between my legs. Morris seemed to take note, although I have no idea how she knew, commenting and praising me for going potty in my diaper.

I blushed madly, and she offered me a sheepish shrug in apology, glancing towards the wall where our eavesdroppers must have been located. After what felt like a lifetime, Morris announced that it was time for us to get ready to meet the Queen. She scooted forward, “Alright, your grace, let’s get you dressed!” she said in a sweet tone, helping me to lie on my back.

I had nearly forgotten about Dorian’s order regarding my undergarments, and I blushed madly as my soiled diaper came into view. Morris paid it no mind, guiding my hips and swiftly adding yet another diaper beneath me. She gave me a sheepish look, and I felt her doing something to the first diaper around my hips. I glanced to see her poking holes in it. She must have seen the confused look on my face as she finished and pulled the fresh diaper up between my legs, pinning it on, “It’s so that diaper will drain into this one, your grace.” she explained.

I sighed, blushing but nodding as this new diaper was pinned into place. That was complete; my dress was pulled back into place, my mask fitted properly, and I was helped to my feet. The added bulk immediately made itself known as I tried to walk, my face burning in shame as I realized how I needed to waddle to accommodate the extra diaper. Morris took my hand, steadying me, as we started towards the door.

“Let’s get going, your grace.” she said, her voice raised enough for others to hear, “We’ve got a date in the Queen’s room.”

It struck me as odd that Morris specified it to be the ‘Queen’s’ room, not the king and queen. Was it a room devoted to the queen herself? Or was I being taken to their bed chamber? Perhaps it was a private study. Then again, knowing how women were treated, I knew the likelihood of the queen having a study was slim to none; so, what was I walking into?