The Crimson Crown

Not wanting to insult the king, I curtsied deeply, maintaining a bowed head as the king stepped up before us, chin held high. With a slight motion of his wrist, he indicated for us to rise, and I did so, lifting my head to meet his eyes. 

The king stared into me; I felt like a bug being studied under a microscope. “Princess Liliana of house Eldenheart.” he stated, his voice booming and filling the chamber, “I trust your welcome was grand, and my son has treated you with his utmost respect.”

I felt insignificant before this man; while I had experience dealing with kings, I was often flanked by my family or even soldiers. Here, I was virtually alone in a foreign land, lacking the support of my kingdom. “It was your grace; your son has been kind and considerate of me.”

The king shifted his gaze to Prince Dorian, “My son, I trust my teachings have allowed you to start developing the foundations for a strong relationship?”

Prince Dorian nodded, “They have, father. She has taken well to them despite needing some mild corrections. I trust in time, she will come to terms with her place.”

“Excellent.” The king said, turning his attention to me, my heart skipping a beat, “You will learn to be a good queen for my son. I can tell you are strong in the Four Winds; you will do well as long as you listen and do as he says.”

As much as I wanted to make a snide remark, I knew it wasn’t my place or the time to do so. Making a snarky comment now would only land me in further hot water. I bowed my head subtly to show him I acknowledged what he said. 

The king turned his attention back to Prince Dorian, “You have the blessing of the royal reserve to use the Winds in her training, as I showed you with your mother.”

Prince Dorian nodded again, “I shall and will, father.”

“You are certain you will not have trouble reigning her in?” the King asked.

I felt my cheeks blush as I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. I could see a sly smile on Prince Dorian’s lips as he responded, “No, father, I will not have issues. The locking belt was a great suggestion.”

The king chuckled, glancing at me, “It was a favorite of your new mothers.”

I bowed my head in shame as the two belittled me; I felt utterly powerless to do anything; any snide comment would be seen as me being rebellious rather than sticking up for myself. Thankfully, the conversation moved on to different topics.

“Everything is ready for the wedding tomorrow.” The king stated, “Are you both ready?” he asked.

“Yes, father, I am, it’s good everything is ready.” Prince Dorian said with a nod, the King shifting his gaze to me.

“I am ready as well,” I said, lifting my chin subtly now that they were no longer talking about my undergarments.

The King nodded his approval, “Excellent. If you two excuse me, I have more requests to attend to. It was good to meet you, my princess,” he said, turning away from us and ascending his throne.

Prince Dorian bowed, and I offered a curtsy as we retreated from the King’s chambers. Safely out of earshot and out of the sight of guards and staff alike, I relaxed. “Well, that was humiliating,” I said, grumbling.

“He’s the King; he has to ensure everything runs smoothly within his kingdom.” Prince Dorian said with a shrug, “His goal is to ensure a proper ascension after his passing, and a part of that is to make certain there is a new king and queen to raise to the throne.”

“Did you have to mention the belt?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. 

Prince Dorian glanced at me, “It was what was necessary. He and I will have a more intimate discussion later regarding your training.”

I felt my cheeks burning brightly in shame, earning me a grin. He pulled us to a stop, turning to me. “Is it really necessary?” I asked in reference to his future conversation.

“Of course, as I said, the king is as invested in your training as I am.” Prince Dorian responded, kneeling before me.

I gave him a quizzical look, “What are you doing?” 

“It’s been too long since I’ve checked you,” he responded, his hands gathering the hem of my dress and hoisting it up.

I yelped in surprise and went to pull away, but his firm grip on my outfit prevented me from getting far. I felt my cheeks burning in shame as his hand pressed firmly against my crotch, between my legs, feeling me squishing the diaper. I groaned, squirming in his grip, but Prince Dorian had a hand on the back of my thigh now, holding me. “Is this really necessary? I could have told you.” I whined.

“Told me what?” Prince Dorian asked as he dropped the hem of my dress, standing once more. 

“That I used it once,” I admitted, blushing.

“And how close to leaking are you?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

I opened my mouth to respond, but I truly had no clue, “I’m fine for now.”

Prince Dorian grinned, taking my hand and leading me away. “See? You have no clue; you could be on the verge, and you’d have no clue; it’s why I need to check your diaper.” he explained, much to my shame, “You’ll get used to it, and that is why I typically want you wearing something easier to check you in.”

I was mortified, unable to even look at him as he led me back towards our chambers. “This is ridiculous,” I whined as we entered our room once more.

“You think this is ridiculous?” Prince Dorian asked with a grin, “I can always…”

“Nope, no, no, thank you,” I stated firmly, not even hearing him out. I wasn’t sure what he was about to say, but I didn’t want to hear it.

He chuckled, motioning toward the changing table. I begrudgingly lay down, crossing my arms over my chest as he positioned himself between my legs. I was still mortified to be dressed as I was before this man, especially now as he began hiking my dress up, revealing the black belt and my soggy diaper. 

“You did well.” Prince Dorina said, unlocking the belt and pulling it away, popping the tabs of my diaper. “You didn’t ask for a change.”

I flushed even more at this, especially as my diaper was pulled open, and he began cleaning me. “I mean, you made it clear what would happen if I did.” I scowled. 

He chuckled, nodding as he finished cleaning me, leaving me bare for the moment. “I know, speaking of it, it’s about time for your maintenance spanking,” he said, sitting next to me.

“My what?” I asked, lifting my head to look at him. 

Prince Dorian was already rolling me over onto my tummy, my bare midsection across his lap, as his hand began to rain spankings down upon my exposed cheeks. I yelped in surprise, squirming and trying to get free, but within the confines of the dress, as well as his strong arms, there was no way I could get free.

“Your maintenance spanking.” Prince Dorian repeated, my ass turning a nice shade of red as he continued, oblivious to my complaints, “It’s important you remember your place and position in this family. We’ll administer these regularly so you don’t forget.”

Just as I was about to start crying properly, he let up. I lay limp over his lap, on the verge of tears, mortified to have been spanked not once but twice since I arrived in the kingdom. As much as I wanted to yell at him, I realized the compromised position I held, unable to fight back. 

“That’s not fair,” I said, pouting as he rolled me over onto my back again.

He stood, gathering another diaper and placing it below my bum, easily manipulating me to his bidding. “Fair? Oh honey, things would be so much worse for you if I started playing unfairly.” Prince Dorian said with a grin. “For example, I could do a little something like this.”

I looked up at this, staring at him as he did something to the diaper beneath me. “What are you doing?” I demanded.

He gave me a playful grin, powdering me and pulling the diaper up between my legs, fixing the tabs into place. This diaper, however, felt different; it felt far thicker than my last one. “What did you do?” I asked again.

“I added a booster!” he replied with a grin, patting my crotch.

“A booster?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“It adds additional absorbency to your diaper.” Prince Dorian reported.

“And why would that be unfair?” I asked, more curious than anything, as he pulled my dress back into place and started helping me get to my feet.

“It adds additional bulk.” he explained, “Especially when you wet it.”

As I stood, I felt what he meant. The diaper bulged noticeably more between my legs, forcing them apart, and as I stepped, I found I had a subtle waddle to my steps. It would be extremely challenging to hide the massive thing. I blushed deeply, “Was that truly necessary?” I whined.

Prince Dorian shot me a look, “Want to make it two?” he demanded.

I blushed and shook my head no.

“Good girl, that’s what I thought,” he responded, smoothing the silks of my dress, “Come, let’s visit the library; we can eat after and then make Father’s announcement.”

Prince Dorian took my hand and led me from the room, my assistants opening the door as we approached. I had been too embarrassed even to notice that they had watched the whole thing, my cheeks flaring. They bowed their heads as we passed. “Did they need to watch all that?” I asked, scowling as we left the room.

“Of course.” Prince Dorian answered immediately, “They must see how to handle you; I’m not going to be around all the time to care for you. I am a prince, after all. While I’m occupied, they will maintain your training.”

I blushed deeply, “You mean they are my storming caretakers when you aren’t watching?”

Prince Dorian grinned, glancing at me, “I prefer the term babysitter…” he said, making my cheeks flush brightly, “But, yes, they will be.”

“I don’t need that,” I whined, embarrassed to be treated as a child.

“You don’t?” he asked as we walked the corridors, “You weren’t aware of the fact that you needed a diaper change, and you certainly couldn’t change yourself.” Prince Dorian said.

I blushed more deeply, my cheeks flaring a bright crimson, “I did too.” I responded defiantly, earning me another grin.

“Of course you did, baby.” Prince Dorian said, his hand patting my ass through the skirts of my dress.

I couldn’t stop blushing at the treatment. We passed through the halls of the castle, ending up in the royal library. Tall, arched doors led to the library, carved with intricate patterns representing the Four Winds. As the doors opened, the scent of aged parchment, leather-bound tomes, and polished wood filled the air. The library’s main hall was grand and spacious, with high, vaulted ceilings painted in deep shades of blue and adorned with golden constellations as though the ceiling were a window to the night sky. Light streamed through tall stained-glass windows that lined the walls. The glasswork depicted scenes of the kingdom’s past, with figures of scholars, heroes, and mythic creatures intertwined.