We lay in bed together, our pleasure interrupted by a loud knock on the door. In a rush, my breathtaking handmaidens wrap towels around themselves and, more importantly, me. Leonita answers the door while Eulalia quickly combs my hair. It's Constance, the Regency.
"I see you are in the middle of preparing for dinner tonight. That is good practice, your majesty," Constance says.
"In private, please call me Masha, while around others, you can call me Aria. You're the Regency; shouldn't you be able to do as you please?" I ask.
"I show respect for you so people will show respect for you, too," Constance says. "It's not about me. It's about the people. By doing what's right for the people, I am doing what's right for you."
"I'm not yet ready to be your majesty...," I say.
"Yes, I do understand. It can be hard and lonely in your position," Constance says, sitting on the bed.
"Are these princes serious about marrying me, or is it some game?" I question.
"It may be a little of both. I have heard stories of these brothers from the Byzantia Kingdom. When they show this much interest in something or someone, they pursue it with intense passion. They are relentless in that aspect. Something they share with their Kingdom," Constance explains.
"Why do they want to go to war anyway?" I ask.
"The previous Queens were supposed to marry their King. He wanted the three of them, and for a while, they agreed. But he was so brutal to the members of the central Kingdom they refused to honor their agreement. That was the first of the Great Wars," Constance says.
"Is there any way to avoid this war or not marry them?" I question.
"Only you can find that path," Constance says.
"What about my sisters? What are they doing?" I say.
"Like you, they have received invitations. But, my dear Masha, don't worry. They won't have to be separated. The only person I am concerned about is you. Prince Barrios has expressed interest in taking you to their Kingdom," Constance says.
"What? He can't do that! Can he?"
"As the High Queen, you are the primary ambassador. If he so wishes, you must travel with him to his homeland," Constance says.
"Then who's going to rule here?" I say.
"Of course, your sisters, unless another kingdom makes a similar request, which none have. In fact, the envoys from the south and west have expressed interest in staying here for an extended time. This will greatly deter the Kingdom of Byzantia from going to war," Constance says.
"But I get to be held as a hostage in a foreign kingdom!?" I say.
"Let us hope that is not the case. I find that would be crossing the line. King Revennaut is not so dimwitted he would send his sons to do something so stupid," Constance says.
"Wow, he must get under your skin," I say.
"His father's grandfather started the first war. The man was a dimwit himself," Constance says.
"Did you know King Revennaut?" I say.
"In my youth, I did indeed. I knew the King, their forefather, and his four brothers… all these damn wars their grandfather and great-grandfather started have killed all but two of them," Constance says.
"Why are they so hostile?" I say.
"Byzantia is a kingdom of warriors. Proud warriors, at that. They are also the most elite trained warriors on the continent of Yura. Maybe even the world. When Yura was one Kingdom under Sidra, they were the military might of the Yura Kingdom. The stories of their conquests survive the thousands of years of our Kingdom. Their fierceness is unmatched on the battlefield and in the bedroom," Constance explains.
"What am I supposed to do with men like that? I'm supposed to do what? Beg them to not kill us all? Hope they do not dominate me in the bedroom? I hate to say it, but neither of them looks like the type to let a woman be a dominatrix to them," I say.
"Dominatrix? I am unfamiliar with the term," Constance says.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. Different world. It's the female version of the personality Bardos and Barrios have. The Alpha King of Kings!"
"I see. That is an interesting term, indeed. Tell me, are… Dominatrix women common in your world?" Constance says.
"Ahmm… I would say it's less than half, but if I had to bet my money, probably more than half of the women from my world are dominatrixes pretending to be the sweet old girl next door," I say.
"And who would this girl next door be?" Constance says.
"The girl every guy wants!" I say.
"I understand. Well, I would not say our worlds are that different in that respect," Constance says.
"I'm not the girl next door or a dominatrix. So what could they want from me? Do they not know I was a male just a day or so ago?" I say.
"They are aware of your previous status, my Queen," Constance says.
"How can I deal with them and prevent a war from breaking out? I have no clue what I am doing," I say.
"I believe only you and your sisters will find a way to prevent this war," Constance says.
"You're putting a lot of faith in them and me when I'm unsure I can handle this or want to," I say.
"That's what faith is. A blind belief in something or someone. You would be surprised at what a little faith can get you," Constance says.
"When you say it like that, I don't really have a choice but to try…," I say.
"I can't offer you much guidance handling them, but I will say. It is rare for most people to stand up to them. Not the way you did earlier. But that bit of strength went a long way. More than you know," Constance says.
"That helps a lot!" I say, hugging her.
"Oh dear, Aria. I will always be here to help you. Even if or when you have to leave for Byzantia. I'll be there; they will be there. And don't expect to go anywhere without a royal knight at your side," she says, hugging me back.
"This morning, I wasn't sure what I could do. But… if I can help… then I can at least try," I say.
"I will see you after dinner. You may even have time to meet with your sisters," Constance says.
"That would be fantastic! I just have to get through this ordeal," I say.
"That you do. For now, rest a bit," Constance says.
"Sure," I say as she stands to leave.
She gives me one last smile before leaving. A thought pops into my head. Since there is still time before this dinner, I could explore more of the castle. I look at the closet locked from me the day before. With a smirk, I jump off the bed and rush to the wardrobe. I startle Eulalia and Leonita with my sudden quickness.
They hurry to follow me into the closet. I drop my jaw as I gaze at the tremendous amount of clothing in the closet. There are all manner of outfits and accessories to go with the attire. You can find every color of the rainbow in this closet, dazzling my eyes. I feel like I've walked into a billionaire's wife's closet or some fairytale princess's wardrobe. My eyes fall on the dainty dress I had worn earlier, and I grab it off its hanger.
Without hesitating, I quickly throw on the dress I had worn earlier. My impulsive behavior stuns my handmaidens with how self-independent I am. They promptly come over to help with my dress.
I smirk as another thought creeps into my head. I look at both of them and smile. They look at each other for a moment before I quickly go deeper into the long and vast closet. The wardrobe size is twice the size of my bedroom and twice as high. There are four rows of clothes against each wall and a tall ladder in each of the four corners.
A brightly lit glass displays all the shoes in the middle of the room, and I gawk at all the unique options available. It's like a living woman's dream. There are so many clothes it takes me a couple of minutes before my eyes fall on what I want. The confusion on my new girlfriends' faces catches my attention. As I move from one side of the closet to the other, the two women from Calendulnia watch me with intense intrigue.
My eyes finally catch a glimpse of what I have in mind, and I saunter to the dainty garments I've found. Excitedly, I quickly pull out two dresses on their hangers and rush to them. The two women look at me with confusion as I hand each of them a garment. It suddenly dawns on them what I am doing, and a wariness overcomes their faces. They back up a little as they stare at the garments I gave them, but I advance toward them with a broad smile.
"This is what I was looking for. These two dresses are similar to the one I'm wearing," I say as I hand each of them a dress.
The garment I hand Eulalia is a lighter blue than mine but has a similar style. Leonita's apparel is much darker, a deep royal blue. There is little difference between the dresses besides a few cosmetic accessories.
They begin protesting, but I wave my hand and motion for them to follow me to the bedroom. We gather around the canopy bed.
"Put this on, and let's go exploring!" I say.
"My lady… Masha. Those are your garments. We are not…," Eulalia says softly before trailing off.
"Not today, they aren't. Put them on, please," I say.
"M-Masha, the rules. They… we are unpermitted to…," Leonita whispers.
"Now you're being shy too? Listen, how can you get in trouble if I'm telling you to do it? Who is going to get mad at you? If someone does… I'll just get mad at them! See how that works. Friends stick up for each other, right?" I say.
"It's not that we do not trust you, my Queen?" Eulalia replies as she looks down at the floor.
"Come on, live a little. These dresses with your bodies would be smoking hot on the two of you. Please put them on!" I say.
"My Queen, are you sure? We have never worn such… revealing apparel. Would it be proper?" Leonita says as her face turns red.
"Hey, I will not be alone if I have to walk around in these skimpy clothes. Look at me; it's like I am begging to be fucked by every man in the castle… no, every man in the whole city!" I blurt.
"Begging to be… f-fucked?" The two women respond in unison.
"Shit, I keep forgetting there is a language difference here," I say.
My words don't always translate over. There are still words from my world they will not understand, and the same goes for me. I sigh as I sit on my bed and begin to explain what my words mean.
"Getting fucked, wanting to get fucked, and begging to get fucked is all the same. It's the same as what we did in my bed. Except with males. Cause you know they have ding dongs," I explain.
"D-ding… dongs?" They say in unison again.
"Oh gosh, a male's tool, his pecker, his sausage sword, his manliness, his penis. That's what ding dong means," I explain.
"Oh, my Queen. You shouldn't say such things," Eulalia says as she turns a rosy red.
"Ooh yeah… yeah…. A Queen does not speaketh in that manner! Do you understand what I mean, though?" I say.
"Yes, my Queen. You mean a man's Schlong, Willy, or elongated member," Leonita says as she giggles.
"Hmm… seems like you know more than you should. Have you been going on midnight Schlong hunts?" I ask.
"No… No… No… my Queen. Definitely not like that. The training we received taught us this. They expected such ladies as ourselves to be taken to bed at night by men of providence as their handmaidens. Therefore, it is prudent for us to know such things," Leonita replies as she turns a rosy red.
Eulalia tries to turn away, but Leonita turns her around so she can see me.
"Come on, eyes in front. We are in the presence of our Queen," Leonita says as she pats Eulalia's butt.
Eulalia turns even redder as the towel she's wearing falls to the floor, and her breasts pop out. Leonita almost giggles as she looks at me. It takes all my effort not to burst out laughing with her. Finally, she nods and drops her towel to the floor. I helped the two beautiful handmaidens put on the dresses I gave them.
"I suppose we can wear these if you request it…," Leonita says, a little more confident.
As they dress, their nude bodies are inches from my face, and I suddenly become aroused again. The dresses fit each of their succulent bodies like a glove. Every curve of their lush bodies becomes more prominent. I gawk at every contour of their body. The dresses seem to become translucent when I sweat, and I expect the same to happen when they sweat.
The three of us admire ourselves in the mirror. I know every man and woman in the castle will have their eyes on us once we leave the safety of my room. Neither of us wears panties, and one wrong misstep will reveal our womanhood to anyone in our vicinity. I sigh and nod to my handmaidens.
"Let's go exploring, shall we?" I ask.
"But you do not know the castle's layout!" Eulalia says as she looks at Leonita.
"I'm not worried. You two can guide me if I stray off somewhere I am not supposed to be," I say.
"There is no such place… this is your castle, my Queen!" Leonita says.
"But we are unpermitted to go anywhere we want," Eulalia whispers.
"Come on, Eulalia, as long as I am with you, it's no big deal, right Leonita?" I question.
"I suppose you are right, my Queen," Leonita admits.
"Well, if you are with us, I will gladly accompany you wherever you go, my Queen," Eulalia replies.
As we walk out the door, my thoughts go back to earlier. Those two princes made me sweat, and everyone could see my bare body under my dress. I hate exposing my trusting handmaidens to arrogant and intimidating men like the princes. 'If we don't sweat too much, we'll be fine, right?' So we set off on my little sightseeing endeavor.