"Hey guys, I...woah!"

Javelin froze in the doorway to see Darius and Elizabeth almost mauling each other on the chaise longe by the dining-room windows in the Crown Prince's private apartment. Elizabeth shrieked and jumped up, Darius grunted and tried to sit up and look as much of a picture of innocence as he could...what with his face flushed, his hair messy, in a state of partial undress and with pinch-marks all over his belly where Elizabeth had been exploring him a little too enthusiastically!

"Heh...Darrie and Lizzie, Naked and Free. F-E-E-D, -I-N-G! First comes, Love, then comes Marriage, then comes Princey in a baby carriage..."

"Oh shut up!"

Javelin laughed as he leaned casually against the wall, the candlelight reflecting off of his dress-armour.

"C'mon, guys. Dessert's served. I was told to come get you. But from what I seen here, both of youse has been gettin' plenty..."

Darius scowled and Elizabeth went red with embarrassment!

"IF YOU DARE tell father about this, I...I...I'll FLATTEN YOU!" Darius spluttered angrily!

"Hah! You'd have to catch me first, you fat whale!" Javelin teased. He smiled good-naturedly and sauntered forwards. He did an exaggerated bow.

"Well hey there...My Lady..."

Elizabeth tittered! being surrounded behind her by such a vast, cuddly teddybear, and being towered over in front by a steel-caged Mountain prince...

She curtsied. "My Lord Javelin", she said, her face redder than fresh blood!

Javelin offered a hand. She knelt and kissed it. Javelin flexed enticingly and cocked his arm. She reached out for it.

"Ooooh no!" said Darius, grunting to his feet, and feeling his belly hang and sag heavily down in front of him, "No you don't! The Lady Elizabeth is MY guest. She's walkin' into the hall on MY arm. Not yours, beefboy! Now go on! Scram!"

"Yeah, sure..." said Javelin, "...Like you can get dressed by yourself?"

Javelin had known Darius since birth. He'd never known him to lift a finger in work, and knew that he was totally incapable of even putting on a tunic; his enormous belly, waistline and colossal boy-boobs making the movement of his fat-bloated arms damn near impossible to maneuver through sleeves or armholes with any kind of dexterity at all.

The prince sighed.

"Alright, dress me", he said.

Javelin smiled. He put on Darius's sash, his belly-chain and his vest. By now, all three pieces of clothing had dried out, as had the wet patch on Darius's breeches, from where Elizabeth had knocked over the water-jug. Javelin cupped Darius's immense girth in his hands and sloshed and wobbled it playfully. He whispered in Darius's ears.

"Y'know she's a cute girl...You should chase her..."

"Javelin..." Darius sighed. "...Enough!"

"Sure!" said Javelin, raising his voice. He smacked the prince hard on his impressive seat with a large, open palm. Darius yelped from the impact and glared as Javelin swaggered out of the room. Elizabeth bent down to pick up Darius's walking-stick. He grasped it in one hand and Elizabeth snuggled in next to Darius, her right arm snaking through his big, chubby left arm, and drawing right up close to his belly, before they waddled slowly off to the dining-hall. As they neared the doorway to the North Dining Hall...