The Crimson Crown
An original story by SolaraScott
Chapter 9: A Royal Invitation
‘My attendants have taken on a maternal role, waking me well before my husband does to change my diaper and feed me a bottle. I was upset the first few times they did this. However, it does simplify my day, taking some of the load off my shoulders. Often, they seem to be spiking the bottles with something that makes me wake up soiled. While it’s an unpleasant experience to wake up to, it leaves me without having to mess up for the rest of the day, for which my skin thanks me.
On top of being fed first thing in the morning while they change me, it means I don’t need to waste time going to breakfast. Combined with my evening feedings, I have much more time to myself during the day to complete my duties. My husband warned me that I’d be treated more and more like a baby the longer we were together. I didn’t believe him, and I knew I would put up a fight; yet, years later, I’m finding his approach, while unorthodox, to be helpful in several ways I had never imagined.
I realize I’m playing right into the hands of my attendants as well as my husband. He loves seeing me as I am, but the longer it goes, the more challenging I find it to resist. Both he and my attendants heap praise upon me, and following regular spankings, I find the fight I used to have a past memory.
I fear if things do not change soon, I’ll be reduced to a full-time baby, as my husband seems to want. I’m worried I will not have the willpower to stop it either soon.’
Queen Izabell, the third
I closed the book, feeling goosebumps on the back of my neck. I had only read a few entries of her biography, each growing more and more unique and unnerving. Queen Izebell had started her life in this kingdom similarly to me, being forced into diapers and some light, baby-like treatment. Over time, her treatment had evolved, and before she knew it, she needed to wear head gowns that covered her mouth to hide the fact she was nursing a pacifier nearly all the time. I worried that Prince Dorian would have similar objectives for my training.
I squirmed, feeling my bladder growing full once again. I briefly wondered if the prince had anything to do with it. I wasn’t convinced he wasn’t behind everything I felt. But, he seemed engrossed in a book of his own. I wanted to get up and find the restroom, but what was the point? As soon as I stood, I knew he would immediately ask me what I was doing. On top of that, my attendants, who lounged nearby, would surely tail me and tattle on me as soon as we got back. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that he forgot to put the belt back on; I could easily get out of my diaper.
I felt trapped. I couldn’t get out of this thing without others knowing, and even if I managed to make it to a bathroom somewhere in the castle without being noticed, someone would certainly tell the prince, or, even worse, he’d see the tabs of the diaper being torn and damaged. I groaned, sitting back; I wanted to find at least a place to hide, but what was the point? Once again, as soon as I got up, he’d ask. I could make an excuse that I wanted to find a book myself, but the scholars were ever-dutiful and catered to our every whim. Begrudgingly, I realized the best and easiest course was to use my diaper simply. I didn’t fancy giving Prince Dorian another excuse to humiliate me; I’d rather him not know at all.
I sat back, trying to relax, but years of potty training kept me dry. My bladder didn’t give up, and before long, I managed a small trickle before fully releasing myself. I let out a small sigh of relief as the pressure relinquished its grasp on me. I could feel the diaper swelling beneath me, and one of my hands found its way between my legs, feeling my dress and making sure nothing leaked. As before, my diaper held my accident easily, swelling considerably more with the boosters; I had forgotten about those.
I glanced over at Prince Dorian, who was nose-deep in a novel of his own, one on military strategy. In fact, all of the books he had been delivering were about politics or strategy. Meanwhile, the books I had before me were biographies and romances, nothing of significant value. It seemed, even now, he wanted to control what content I consumed. He glanced up at me and smiled, “Enjoying the book?” he asked.
“Have you read these accounts?” I asked, motioning toward the book.
Prince Dorian shook his head, “No, it’s unsightly for a man to be seen reading such materials.”
I narrowed my eyes, “What is that supposed to mean?”
He shrugged, “A king doesn’t worry himself with the concerns of the individual; rather, he occupies himself with the issues of the whole.”
“So, you mean to say the books you gave me are all concerns of the individual, and why should I bother with them if I’m to be a queen?” I asked.
“Because it’s your place.” Prince Dorian said with a shrug, “You can worry about the concerns of the people while I handle other issues.” he said, closing his book.
While he wouldn’t say it outright, I realized he meant that I wasn’t to be trusted with more dignified manners; I was too soft or too delicate to handle issues of the state. I found myself rolling my eyes, “Fine, so be it.” I said, shaking my head, “Don’t we have an announcement to get to?”
Prince Dorian glanced towards the wall; an intricate clock hung there, quietly ticking along, “I suppose it is about time.” he said, standing.
Immediately, scholars stepped forward, gathering the books and retreating with bows. Prince Dorian offered a hand and helped me to my feet, my stance wider to accommodate my freshly soaked diaper. I blushed as we started towards the doors of the library, quickly finding that I had to waddle a touch more than before. We left the library, the doors closing behind my assistants as we continued down the hallway. Prince Dorian gave me a curious look before I felt his hand upon my ass, feeling me up.
I blushed, “Hey! What are you doing?” I asked, embarrassed.
“Just checking your diaper.” Prince Dorian responded, his hand feeling my crotch through the thin fabric of my dress. “You wet yourself, good girl; I’m proud of you,” he said, squeezing my soggy crotch.
I squirmed, pulling subtly away from his grasp as he relinquished his grasp. I felt ashamed at not only having my diaper checked but also at being praised like this. My cheeks were on fire, especially given the fact that I wasn’t going to be changed. A part of me was glad I wasn’t going to be subjected to the humiliation of yet another diaper change, but I was also unhappy that I had to remain in this soiled diaper.
We continued down the corridors, winding our way through the castle. I was curious to see where the king was going to make his announcement and what his announcement would be. I didn’t have long to wonder.
The arena where the king was set to make his speech was a massive open-air structure built from pale stone and designed to hold crowds from all corners of the kingdom. Its circular walls rose high, decorated with banners in crimson and gold, each bearing the symbols of the Four Winds as well as the family crest. Stone archways line the perimeter, leading into seating areas and offering views of the main platform in the center. The energy of the arena was palpable, with commoners, nobles, and warriors alike filling the seats, their excited chatter echoing off the stone walls.
As we arrived, we were escorted to a secluded viewing area tucked above the arena floor. This balcony was positioned high enough to give us an unobstructed view of the central platform. Still, it was shadowed by a large stone overhang, rendering it nearly invisible from the lower seating area. A lattice of ivy and flowering vines grew along the fence, adding an extra layer of concealment.
Rickly cushioned chairs and a small table with refreshments awaited us. Crimson and gold drapes hung along the edges of the balcony, lending it an air of refinement. The stone walls were carved with swirling patterns reminiscent of the Four Winds.
I took a seat, an attendant stepping forward and offering me a glistening glass, dripping with condensation in the afternoon warmth, and setting a plate of fruit between Prince Dorian and me. The drink was a mixture of different fruit juices, sweet and tangy. We had arrived right on time.
A deep, rhythmic beat of drums filled the arena as the crowd quieted, anticipation rippling through the air. All eyes seemed to turn toward the central platform, where the king stood in full regalia, his figure imposing and regal against the backdrop of crimson and gold banners. His dark blue cloak billowed slightly in the breeze, edged in golden embroidery that caught the light. He raised a hand, his fingers subtly beckoning the wind itself to join him.
With a quiet invocation, the king channeled his connection to the Four Winds. A gentle yet commanding breeze stirred, circling him and amplifying his presence. The wind carried the faint scent of spring blooms and autumn leaves. The breeze grew stronger, swirling through the arena and quieting even the furthest reaches of the crowd as if nature itself was commanding attention.
When the king spoke, his deep voice resonated through the arena, carried effortlessly by the wind so that each word reached every ear, no matter how high or distant. His words were both powerful and calm, imbued with a confidence that drew his people closer, even in silence.
“People of the Four Winds Kingdom,” he began, his voice unwavering. “Today, we gather to witness a moment of change, a time when our past and future converge. The Winds themselves have blessed this day, and with their guidance, we stand united as one people, one kingdom.”
As he spoke, the wind responded to the king’s tone, rising and falling with the cadence of his speech, almost as if it was alive. “The Winds have blessed our family with a new daughter,” he said, his hands raised in joy.
The crowd erupted in cheers and excitement, standing and clapping. The noise was nearly enough that I needed to cover my ears to block some of it out. When the king spoke, I could hear him clear as day despite the excitement of the crowd. “Tomorrow, we bless the marriage of prince and princess, securing the kingdom and honoring the rightful heir to the throne. Let the kingdom celebrate the occasion, let the wine flow, and let no mouth go hungry. Go forth, and may the Four Winds bless you all.” he finished his speech.
From my vantage point, I could feel the winds stirring, a strong breeze gusting around the arena, seeming to culminate around the king. Indeed, as I watched, his robes fluttered violently, and suddenly, the winds rose beneath him, lifting the King into the air and rocketing him forward and into the castle, the cheering of the crowd chasing him. The drums began again, their rhythmic thumping reverberating in my chest as Prince Dorian gently pulled me back from the ledge and into the secluded section of the castle.
“Well, that was a tad dramatic,” I said as Prince Dorian took my hand, leading me away.
He chuckled, “My father was always one for the dramatic flare.”
“That was it, though? That was his big speech. Why did they gather so many people?” I asked.
Prince Dorian shook his head, “That was just the most exciting piece that everyone would be talking about; other high-ranking officials took his place after we left and are giving other speeches of political importance.”
I realized I was still holding the drink, barely having taken even a sip. I took another long sip, savoring the sweet flavor. “Where to now?” I asked.
Prince Dorian grinned, “Always want to know and always want something to do.” he said, shaking his head, “We are going to get dinner before bed; we both have a long, long day tomorrow.”
“And what’s wrong with wanting stuff to do?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“Nothing, I suppose.” Prince Dorian said with a shrug, “Most ladies I’ve dealt with would prefer lounging around and chatting all day.”
“What about our encounters so far that makes you think I’m so shallow, Prince Dorian?” I said with a sly grin.
“Absolutely nothing.” Prince Dorian said with a laugh, his hand tightening around mine. “You constantly keep challenging my worldviews.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to know exactly what he meant by that; it felt like an insult, but he meant it as a compliment. I gave him a sidelong look as we arrived at the dining hall.
The Queen was there, dining alone. Her posture was prim and perfect. She cast her eyes towards us as we entered, “Didn’t you want to hear your father’s message?” she asked Prince Dorian as attendants quickly made places for us to eat, helping us sit.
“Regarding our wedding? Already did.” Prince Dorian said with a small chuckle, “All seven sentences.”
The Queen shook her head, sighing, “That man. The people adore him, and he shows them the absolutely bare minimum of himself before disappearing into his studies.”
I felt Prince Dorian take my hand as we sat, the servants bringing us food. I glanced at him as he cast his head down, his eyes closing as he began a quiet prayer. I followed suit, allowing him to finish before we ate.
The Queen waved her hand toward the servants, shooing them from the room, the doors closing with a solid thunk behind them. She turned her gaze to me, and I felt my heart leap, “How are you, my dear? Is my son treating you with respect, or is he taking too much after his father’s teachings?”
“He treats me well, your grace,” I responded.
She waved her hand dismissively, “We are alone, child, no need for the formalities. Tell me the truth.”
Prince Dorian leaned over, “She has an unnerving ability to determine when people are lying or, at least, not telling the whole truth.”
“And my hearing is good too.” The Queen said, jabbing her fork toward the Prince, “Maybe if you spent less time studying Summer’s Wind and more time with Spring, you’d also have such innate abilities.” she turned her gaze back to me.
I felt like an insect beneath a microscope, her eyes studying me as I shifted nervously. “Well, I could do without the maintenance… uhh…” I glanced at the prince, my cheeks flushing.
“The maintenance spankings?” The Queen said with a chuckle, “You’ll get used to it or channel a bit of Summer to thicken your skin and then fake it till your husband believes it.”
Prince Dorian gasped, “Mother!” he said indignantly, “You cheat the holy sanctitude of maintaining obedience?”
“You’ve been listening to your father far too much, son.” The Queen responded with a shake of her head, “You men use it as an excuse to beat your wives and get away with it.” she hadn’t stopped looking at me, “Has he been changing you as needed?”
I shifted uncomfortably, blushing. The Queen shot a look to Prince Dorian, reaching over and smacking him lightly upside the head, “Why haven’t you changed your fiancée yet?”
Prince Dorian blushed, “Mother, she has a booster in, and she is wearing a-,” The Queen interrupted him.
“Do you want her to get diaper rash? Honestly, you men.” The Queen said, shaking her head, she glanced back to me, “At least tell me he changes you promptly when you need to mess.”
I blushed even more deeply; this woman seemed to have no decorum, or maybe it was just this entire family who had none. I shifted uncomfortably but nodded, “He did; I’ve only had to once.”
“Good; get it out of the way in the morning so you don’t have to worry about it for the rest of the day.” The Queen said, polishing off her meal. “If it’s not timed well for you, my child, ask your attendants for a bottle of formula. It’s a family recipe and will help keep you regular.”
“Mother!” Prince Dorian squealed, his face blushing as deeply as mine, “We are eating! This is no place for such topics.”
The Queen waved her hand dismissively as she stood, “You’ll be fine; you and your father are the ones that brought this on; you reap what you sow.” her fingers pulled Prince Dorian’s ear, making him grimace in pain, “Right after dinner, no delays, get her into a fresh diaper, don’t make her wait.” she said, approaching the doors to the dining hall.
Since the attendants had left, she had to open the doors herself, but immediately after, servants flooded the hall once more. Prince Dorian gave me a sheepish look, “Sorry.” he mumbled, although I have no idea if he was apologizing for his behavior, the Queen's behavior, or the fact that he hadn’t changed me yet. Either way, I believe I found someone who could finally put the King and Prince Dorian in their places; I had a lot to learn from this woman.
End of Chapter 9
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