The Crimson Crown

“Father Aelindor.” Prince Dorian said, reciprocating the nod.

I quickly followed suit as the man turned his gaze to me, “You must be Liliana; what brings you both to the chapel of the Four Winds?” he asked.

“She is.” Prince Dorian remarked, turning to me, gesturing toward the man, “This is Father Aelindor, Keeper of the Four Winds.” he turned back to the priest, “We’ve come to begin her studies of the Four Winds.”

The priest nodded, motioning me towards the altar, motioning for me to kneel. I felt silly, but Prince Dorian gave me an encouraging smile and nod. I followed the priest's guidance, kneeling, my diaper crinkling noticeably, not that either seemed to take note. At the priest's advice, I closed my eyes and repeated the invocation after him.

“Zephira, gentle Wind of Spring, I call upon your breath to bring life and clarity. Let your touch guide my spirit as softly as the budding leaves.” I said, my eyes closed and focusing.

A delicate breeze stirred around me, cool and fragrant, as if I were in a field of wildflowers. The breeze brushed my face, and I wanted to open my eyes to see what was happening. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest. The priest was quick to tell me to keep my eyes closed as we continued the chant.

“Solian, warm Winds of Summer, lend me a spark of your stretch, a warmth to guard and sustain me. Let your light fill my heart with courage.” I said.

The air around me grew warm, wrapping me like a comforting embrace. I felt a tingling of energy deep within me, like the heat of a sunlit afternoon was empowering me, filling my chest with newfound confidence and resolve. I felt as if I could run for a hundred miles at a dead sprint without breaking a sweat. 

We continued the prayer, although no other winds presented themselves. At the conclusion, I popped to my feet, a massive grin on my face, feeling as if I had gained a sudden clarity of my thoughts and mind, as well as a well of energy that filled my muscles. 

“Two out of four, better than you on your first try.” The priest said with a smile, looking at Prince Dorian.

Prince Dorian nodded respectively, “Well done, my princess.”

“Did you see that?” I asked with excitement, stepping up to him, practically hopping with excitement and energy. 

Prince Dorian chuckled, embracing me, “I did; you did a fantastic, good job!” he said, praising me, making me giggle with pride. 

I returned his embrace, and with the power of Solian coursing through me, I found I could lift him off his feet. He let out a grunt of surprise, “Easy now.” he said, chuckling as I let him go, surprised. “How do you think I’ve been carrying you so easily?” he asked playfully.

I blushed, grinning, “Sorry, I’m just excited, I suppose.”

“Royal blood runs deep in her veins.” The priest said, stepping up to us, “If she can summon two, she can summon all four.” 

I glanced at the man, “Are there those who can’t?” I asked curiously.

The priest shook his head, “No, most can not even summon a single wind. It depends on how invested a person is in the land, and it appears your family is deeply invested,” he said with a smile. “I can offer guidance and teach you.”

“Really?” I asked excitedly, “What other kind of stuff can you do?” I glanced up at Prince Dorian.

He grinned, “Well, you found at least one, Summer strength. I imagine you are also feeling the effects of Spring, some clairvoyance possibly? There are a few other interesting things you can do with Spring and Summer that I’m sure you’ll come to experience with time.” 

I nodded; I felt as if I were thinking a bit more clearly, and when I thought about the feature, every possible path forward seemed to spread out before me in an intricate tapestry and threads, each delicately spun and with just the slightest alteration, would crumble to mist before me. It was like looking at a web of possibilities. 

“With practice.” The priest said, seeming to be able to read my thoughts, “You can determine which thread is most likely to happen.”

“You mean I can tell the future?” I asked.

“Sort of,” the priest explained, “It’s a bit more complicated than that, but for the sake of explanation, yes.”

“Oh yeah, can you prove it?” I asked with a grin.

The priest looked upon me, his eyes closing, taking a long, deep breath before his eyes reopened. “I believe your prince is actively working to force you to wet yourself, your grace.” 

I cocked my head to the side before realizing exactly what he was saying. I blushed deeply; it seemed he knew about my padded state. What did he mean by that, though? I glanced at Prince Dorian, who had a guilty expression on his face, and he avoided looking at me. I narrowed my eyes, “What were you doing?” I demanded.

The priest chuckled, “He was channeling the power of autumn to bring forth water.” 

It was at this point that I felt a painful pressure in my bladder as I shifted my footing. I yelped in surprise, my hand going between my legs as I glanced up at Prince Dorian. “Did you have something to do with this?” I demanded, the ache already nearly too much for me to handle as I fought to keep from having an accident.

Prince Dorian nodded shyly, “You need to get used to going whenever and wherever you are, my princess.” he said with a grin.

I groaned; if I took even a single step, I would lose all control. “You storming fool.” I accused him, “You just couldn’t wait?” 

“The faster you get used to it, the better.” Prince Dorian said, regaining his composure rather quickly. 

I grunted, my hand between my legs as I felt the first trickle escape me. From there, the dam completely broke as I began soaking my diaper for the second time since arriving in this kingdom. I felt the diaper swelling between my legs, my hands on my crotch as I stared down, waiting for it to leak. Neither the priest nor Prince Dorian said a thing as I finished going, my cheeks burning brightly with shame.

Prince Dorian wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug, “Good girl.” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Thank you, father. We’ll be back to continue her studies, but we have other obligations to attend to.”

The priest nodded, “Of course, your graces, may the Four Winds bless you both.” he said, turning and retreating further into the chapel, leaving us alone.

“How old is he?” I whispered to Prince Dorian.

He shrugged, “He’s been the priest of this chapel ever since I knew, same with my father. It’s believed once you become as invested in the Winds as him, you can live forever.” Prince Dorian responded, leading me from the chapel.

“But how?” I asked.

Prince Dorian shrugged again, “I believe it has something to do with the Winds of Spring. When you are in tune with Spring, you can summon a wind to grow plants or heal others. I believe he uses a mixture of both abilities to regrow cells within his body to maintain his age.”

“Huh… That’s incredible. Can you do that?” I asked, curious.

Prince Dorian chuckled, shaking his head, “Not even close. I’m far stronger with Summer than Spring or Autumn, but I make do.”

“That’s cool,” I said with a grin, our fingers intertwining as we re-entered the castle, walking through the corridors, once again flanked by my attendants.

I felt my diaper squishing with each step, although I felt relatively dry despite its soggy nature. “What was that you did back there to me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. 

Prince Dorian coughed, “Nothing you need to worry about.” he said, his cheeks flushing.

I poked him in the side with a pointed finger, “Come on, spill the beans; you can’t get away that easily.”

“Stop it!” he chuckled, swatting away my finger.

“I can do this all day,” I said with a giggle, poking him more, “I got the power of summer coursing through me right now.” 

“Fine, fine, fine.” Prince Dorian said with a chuckle, “I just helped you realize how much you needed to go, that’s all.”

“What do you mean by that?” I demanded, my finger poised to poke his exposed side again, his hand held wardingly. 

“Well, you drank a lot at breakfast, and it was making its way to your bladder; I just helped it along a little.” Prince Dorian said, coughing, a subtle blush on his cheeks.

“And why would you do that?” I asked, my eyes narrowing further, “Why would you want me to use these storming things?”

Prince Dorian blushed deeper, unable to meet my gaze. I burrowed a finger in his side when he wouldn’t answer. He yelped in surprise, “Alright, alright. I think it’s cute!” he admitted.

“Cute? You think it’s cute when a girl has to wet herself like that?” I challenged.

Prince Dorian’s blush didn’t let up as he nodded sheepishly, “You’re absolutely adorable, and seeing you in diapers is next level for me.” he admitted.

I felt my cheeks burning brightly suddenly, “Is that why you are so insistent on me wearing and using them?” I demanded, “So that you can get off?”

“Not just that!” he was quick to respond; although he inadvertently answered one question, he DID enjoy that aspect of it too, “It really is a thing of our family; the meeting you had with my mother yesterday should have told you that much.”

I sighed; he did have a point. His mother may have been fibbing, but I doubted it. “Is that why you have pushed so hard for my training?” I asked, using air quotes for the word, training.

“Well, partially for that.” he admitted, his eyes looking away from me, embarrassed, “But it is also to ensure you meet the standards of a princess of the kingdom. It does have a lot to do with what we believe a queen should be; plus, it helps reinforce your position as my queen, your subservience to me.”

“But, really, it’s to help you get off,” I said with a grin.

Prince Dorian narrowed his eyes before chuckling, grinning, and shaking his head. “No, that’s just a fun side-effect of all this. You are my little princess; you always will be; they help you remember your place, little girl,” he said, playfully poking my side.

I giggled, squirming and pulling away from his fingers, “I’m supposed to be a queen, not a little girl.” I retorted, giving him a stern look.

“Why can’t you be both?” he asked, returning my look with a smile, “Public facing, you are the queen the kingdom needs; behind closed doors, you are my sweet princess who needs to be cared for and pampered.”

“I like the sounds of this pampering.” I said with a playful grin, “I’m imagining foot and back massages, maybe work my palms as well after a long day of dutiful queenly duties.”

Prince Dorian laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close as we walked through the castle corridors, “I’m sure we can arrange that and more.”

“You aren’t going to budge on this whole forcing me to wear diapers thing, are you?” I asked, glancing around us to ensure no one could overhear. 

He shook his head, “Not a chance; even if I did, as soon as my father or mother found out, there would be hell to pay for both of us.” Prince Dorian grimaced, “Despite what you may want, you are going to be wearing them from now on.”

“Wonderful.” I sighed, my words dripping with sarcasm.

While I didn’t like the idea of being stuck in these things 24/7, if it was truly the only major compromise I had to make coming here, I suppose I could probably learn to live with it, especially if it meant being able to study more of these Four Winds. The power of Summer still thrummed in my veins, although it was slacking now. I yearned for that power again, and I wouldn’t leave this kingdom anytime soon as long as I continued to study and develop my powers.