The Crimson Crown

I was momentarily caught up, picturing my mother in such ridiculous garments as the one I wore now, and couldn’t stop from giggling, shaking my head, “Oh gosh, no. The only time I saw diapers was when I visited the nurseries to bless the children there, to help them in their time of need and ensure the caregivers had everything they needed.”

“Don’t you think that aspects of your life would be easier if you didn’t need to deal with using the restroom while you were out and about? Especially with a bulky dress.” Prince Dorian asked, his hand still holding mine.

I blushed, taking a moment to imagine just that, “I suppose it depends on what I was wearing. My mother wore more elegant outfits than mine, which made it easier for me, but you do have a point.” I begrudgingly admitted, “That doesn’t mean I agree with it.” I was quick to add.

Prince Dorian chuckled, “Oh, I’m sure; what do you have against them?”

I gritted my teeth, blushing in shame at having to even think of a good excuse. Why didn’t I want to wear them? “Well, only babies wear them, and they can’t be hygienic,” I stated.

“Ohh? Then why do they make diapers to fit you?” Prince Dorian shot back.

I opened my mouth to respond and found myself unsure suddenly as he continued instead, “Apart from them, what about your outfit, or my mothers would indicate that either of you is a baby? She carries herself as a queen should; you saw that as well as I did; what does it matter that she has different undergarments from a child? No one apart from family knows, and it offers her several conveniences that commoners simply can’t afford.” 

Despite myself, I agreed with him; as much as I wanted to counter his arguments, he truly did have a few points. “If they are so convenient, why don’t you wear them? I shot back, a sly grin on my lips.

Prince Dorian stopped, turning to me with a smile, “Because, silly, I’m a man. I don’t have the restrictions of your outfit, nor do I have the bladder of a child.” he said, his fingers undoing a button on his trousers, unstrapping a belt, and allowing his pants to drop low enough for his undergarments to come into view.

I blushed deeply, forcing my eyes back to his as he pulled his pants back into place, “Point made.” I said begrudgingly. 

I had to bite the inside of my cheek as he retook my hand. Prince Dorian wasn’t the most beautiful man I had seen, but he had my heart fluttering. I found myself genuinely attracted to the man; now, if only I could get him to stop belittling me and treating me like an infant. 

“When will I… uhh…” I let the words drift, unable to complete the sentence.

“Be changed?” Prince Dorian asked with a grin; he always seemed to be able to know exactly what I was thinking.

I nodded sheepishly as his hand felt my crotch again, making me squirm and yelp in surprise; my hands were going to defend myself, but he had already let go, my cheeks burning, “Stop that!” I squealed.

“I have to know when you need to be changed.” Prince Dorian shot back, “You will get used to me checking you before long; your diaper will be fine for a bit longer; I will change you before bed.”

I glowered, mortified at how little control I felt in the moment. Every time I felt as if I were gaining a slight edge in our relationship, he went and did something like this, completely shattering any illusion I had been harboring. “We’ll see about that,” I grumbled, making him turn to me, raising an eyebrow.

“You seem to forget who's in charge here.” Prince Dorian said, snapping his fingers as my attendants stepped forward, bowing their heads, “Would you both inspect my bride's diaper and tell me if she needs to be changed?” he asked.

My mouth was left agape as the two ladies stepped up to me, an apologetic look on their faces as they knelt, lifting the layers of my dress and poking their heads under. I was too stunned even to do anything; on top of that, if I moved, I’d end up kneeing one of them in the face, and while they were the ones currently invading the depths of my gown, it wasn’t their fault my husband-to-be was a malicious monster. I felt hands poking, probing, and squeezing the crotch and rear of my diaper, checking the leak guards and feeling up my rear before both girls unburrowed themselves from my outfit, standing once more.

“She is wet, your highness, but clean. Her diaper can hold upwards of two more wettings before needing to be changed.” Elera reported.

Prince Dorian waved them off, both girls curtsying and giving us space. “You see?” Prince Dorian said with a smile, “Would you prefer me to check you or them?” 

I was red from head to toe, completely mortified at the invasion of privacy. “I would rather check myself, thank you,” I said, snapping at him, glaring with a stare that could melt steel.

“Not an option.” Prince Dorian said, turning and heading off down the path once more, “Girls like yourself have poor judgment of the status of your diaper; you’ll think you are dry when you aren’t or will think you aren’t going to leak before ruining your gown. If you prove to me that you can do it yourself, then I will relinquish that right. Come, we should be heading back.”