Julie and Jack soon arrived at the castle, and Jack nearly fainted from what he saw. The castle was a towering and colossal monument of solid white marble with doors that were made of solid oak. It looked like a castle from a fairytale if it was designed by a Renaissance architect.
"This... This is my castle?" Jack stammered in shock as Julie brought him inside.
"Yep! All yours, Master Jack!" Julie stated, smiling at Jack as he stared in awe at the inside of his new palace.
"Ah, welcome back." A female voice said in a posh British accent as Jack and Julie turned to see three more giant women approaching. The one who spoke looked to be 42 years old and stood 252 feet tall with short raven hair in a bobcut, brown eyes, and dressed in a modest black dress and heels. She looked towards Jack and gave a curtsey before turning towards Julie again. "I take the search was a success, Julie?"
"You bet, Mom!"
"Mom?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, this is my mom, Chancellor Victoria." Julie said as she introduced the older giantess. She then gestured to the other two and said, "And that's Chef Primrose and Loretta; your royal chef and maid, respectively."
"Well, dang!" Chef Primrose exclaimed in a Southern drawl. Primrose was a short - well, shorter giantess at 195 feet tall - and plump woman who appeared to be 20 years of age with long red hair and baby blue eyes, dressed in a white Chef's coat and black pants. She leaned in close with a chuckle. "This here fella seems a little shorter than our last King. Not that I'm one to talk of course, but I reckon he'll be just as grand as he was."
"That reminds me, I have several questions about what's going on." Jack said as he looked around the room.
Victoria raised an eyebrow as she gave a questioning look to Julie. "You haven't filled him in?"
"Oh, well, not on everything, no." Julie admitted sheepishly. "I was gonna wait until we got here so you and I could fill him in on what he needs to know."
"But before that," Primrose drawled, "ya'll look like ya can use a good meal there, You’re Majesty. I'll whip you up a banquet fit for a king in no time. Ya like prime rib? Mine's so tender it falls off the bone!"
"Or perhaps you'd like me to draw you a bath?" Loretta - a 250 foot Latina giantess around 19 years old with long, wavy brown hair and brown eyes, dressed in a modest maid uniform - asked with a polite smile. "You could probably use a moment to relax and unwind after being brought all the way from your home to our kingdom, Sire."
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