Amelia shot up in fear. The castle was under attack by the undead! She could hear them moaning in the room next to hers through a crack in the wall. Yet it seemed no one else noticed the invasion, as the alarm had not been sounded! That meant only one thing. It was up to her to fight the monsters! She hopped out of bed quietly and made her way over to her toy box. She opened it and began to fish around for something. When she found them, she equipped herself with them quickly. On her head was a metal pail she had turned into a knight’s helmet. Draped over her torso was a piece of leather from a horse’s saddle and would serve as her body armor, and lastly she griped a wooden sword in her right hand.
After swallowing hard in an attempt to replace her fear with courage, Amelia stepped outside her room and looked down the torch lit hall. She saw no danger so she stepped out and made the short walk to the room next to hers. She pressed her ear against the door to try and hear more clearly, and she definitely heard moaning. Amelia raised her left hand shakily to the door knob, and when she had a firm grasp on it, she opened the door, charged inside without fear and yelled, “I’ll save you Auntie Fiona!”
Everyone in the room froze. There were no monsters, no undead horde, just Amelia, Fiona, and Jessica; the latter two in the same bed, with Jessica on top of Fiona.
With her face flushed a deep red, Jessica slowly moved off her Princess’s back, allowing Fiona sit up as well. “L-Lady Amelia, w-what are you doing up so late?” Jessica asked nervously.
“I heard moaning through my wall and it woke me up! I thought there were monsters in here, but it looks like you were attacking my Auntie!” Amelia shouted with her toy sword aimed at Jessica.
“N-no, that’s not what I was doing! The Princess has been very stressed as of late, I was merely giving her a massage to help her relax!”
Amelia looked to Fiona for some kind of confirmation to Jessica’s story, to which she got a frantic nod, and Amelia lowered her “weapon” to her side and look at them as though she was unsure. “Alright, if you say so, I’m going to go back to bed, then. Try to keep it down.” She then turned back to the door and left Fiona’s room.
When she was gone, Fiona let out a sigh of relief. “I have to admit, I was a little worried there.”
“Why, I was only giving you a massage, Milady…” Jessica pointed out, though it sounded as if she was unsure about it herself.
“R-right, I mean, I’m still have my dress,” Fiona paused to gesture at the pink frills of her evening gown. “But Amelia might have seen it another way.”
“And…what way would that be?” She had a good idea, but once again she wasn’t too sure, and wanted to hear it to make sure.
“I mean in a…” Fiona’s face went flush as she tried to explain. “…sensual or…intimate way…however absurd that may be.”
Jessica blushed back at Fiona. “R-right, absolutely absurd…”
“Yes…p-perhaps you should return to your own room now, Jessica. We’ve both had a long day and should get some sleep.”
“As you wish, Milady,” Jessica gave a curtsy to Fiona before turning to the door, but before she left she turned back and asked, “Will we still be going to the market tomorrow?”
Fiona smiled and nodded. “Of course; now get out of my room and go to sleep.” Fiona joked with mock seriousness, but Jessica left swiftly after, probably thinking that she was serious.
With Jessica gone, Fiona got up and began to strip down so she could change into her sleepwear. Another blush came to her face when she was fully unclothed. Her dress and her underwear were neatly folded on her bed, including her girdle.
Yes, over the past few weeks, Fiona had found the need to use a girdle to hid her new found gut. It was nowhere near the size of Crystal’s, but it was still big enough that Fiona felt that she should try her best to minimize its size, and the girdle did just that. Her new fleshy belly was invisible to the world when she wore it. Though, it was incredibly uncomfortable to wear, and she was glad to be out of it for the night.
Quickly placing her old clothes into aside on a dresser, Fiona then dressed herself for bed, and got into bed. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander to the events of the next day. Fiona imagined herself meeting Jessica outside the stables, talking a bit before mounting her horse and taking her on a nice relaxing ride into the market, where they would go shopping for anything they might need or that would catch their eyes. Then, they’d find a nice place to eat before attending a show or two. After the shows, they mounted her horse once again and return to the castle with full bags and an empty purse, at which point she would need to start preparing for a date with yet another suitor, where they’d sit at opposite ends of an impossibly long table, and talk about something dreadfully boring while eating some disgusting meal from his homeland, and ending several hours later in failure. ‘At least the first part of the day will be good.” Fiona thought as she drifted of to herself as she slowly drifted off.
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