Thread: Royal Duties

Bethilde was somewhat nervous, but she did not show it. Her strikingly beautiful features showed only an air of confidence and her gentle nature. She could be fierce when needed, but she was at heart a kind woman, who hated violence to her core. She sat upon her throne, with her dear Aunt Andilla on her left side, seated on a slightly smaller, but equally ornate throne of her own. The Duchess was her caretaker, and advisor, having looked after Bethilde since she was a child. She was also a marvelously attractive lady, with smooth milky skin and piercing eyes. She was in her mid forties, but she did not look out of her early thirties at all save for her mature figure. Bethilde was well endowed, with heavy, firm breasts. However Andilla's bust was magnificent, making her niece's bust seem modest in comparison. To her right, was her beloved niece, the next heir to the throne should the Queen fail to sire a child, and a source of constant amusement in the court. Princess Sinthia was every bit as gorgeous as her aunt and great aunt, but she had the advantage of youth. Her supple and curvaceous figure had drawn the eyes of so many suitors seeking her hand in marriage, unaware of the one unique trait belonging to the women of her family. Long ago the ancestors of Bethilde had decided that men could not be trusted with rulership, for too often their minds turned to ambition over duty. So a court sorcerer was tasked to find a solution. The sorcerer enchanted the women of that era, giving them the means to reproduce without requiring any males. Ever since the kingdom had seen only prosperity, its wealth growing to such opulence that vagrancy and crime had all but disappeared. There were some drawbacks to the spell. As the women gained the genitalia of a man, their desires multiplied as well, making for some rough beginnings. But eventually the matter was soothed, and the Queens Bride became as important as the queen herself. At this very moment, Bethilde was awaiting the arrival of her own bride. It was a big occasion, as it meant the renewed hope for direct heirs to be born, but even more so, because Bethilde was very ready for a companion. Andilla and Sinthia were wonderful, but the queen needed more. THE PRINCESS ARRIVES! Came a loud, booming voice from the royal minister. With that announcement, Bethilde and her company rose, walking through the lines of her Royal Guard on either side. They too had underwent the enchantments, and more, granting them much greater strength and endurance than even the most capable man. But she did not look to them, and kept her eyes forward until they reached the steps of her palace. The princess's carriage was coming to a halt at the base of those steps. Bethilde had heard of the Princess's youthful beauty, but little else. She did not know how well this would work out, but she promised herself to do everything she could to make this young lady's life a long and joyous one. You are so lucky! I hear she can strike men dumb with only a look! Sinthia giggled, whispering so as not to let anyone else but Bethilde hear. She was unsuccessful though, as Andilla's ears were sharp as they ever were. Show respect! She said plainly, but firmly, brooking no argument. She is from a family as old and respected as our own. She is not just some plaything to be used on her appearances alone. She will one day be the mother of the Queen, and it will be your duty to guide her as I have guided Bethilde. Bethilde just smiled and squeezed Sinthia's hand. Sinthia smiled and mouthed some words to her. Reading each others lips had been their way of having fun despite Andilla's dutiful scoldings. As though she's not going to enjoy your bride right? Bethilde had to strain to contain some laughter. But after a fierce glance from Andilla, she contained herself.