The announcer steps forward, ready to present the next guest. Queen Ionnia, from the Kingdom of Faust, is also from Aureliana's homeland. Faust lies to the north of the Capital, bordering the Eagle Mountain Range. Like the Great Falcon Range, it spans the continent, dividing central and northern lands. Faust is rich in diamonds and mana crystals, a rare resource found in just two other locations on the continent. Additionally, the kingdom is known for two rare metals, Bellennium-D and Living metal, vital for producing Knight Walkers—a powerful military weapon project put on hold over a hundred years ago.
"I present to you, her Majesty from the Kingdom of Faust, Queen Ionnia Fausta Staurakia!" the announcer declares.
Queen Ionnia entered the throne chambers with an air of delicate innocence about her that was pure. Her striking gown became the first thing I perceived as she gracefully walked towards me. All eyes in the throne chambers focused on her. Her gorgeous dress fell just below her upper thighs and ended with mesh laces trimmed at the bottom. Light reflected off her pale skin and slender legs, giving her a glowing appearance. The nearly see-through material of her dress left nothing to the imagination. Rays of sunlight twinkled off her tantalizing gown. Hundreds of sparkling diamonds covered her completely white gown.
One could mistake her body and someone had carved her garment from flawless diamonds. Ionnia embodied the meaning of being absolutely beautiful. Her long silver hair fell to her knees, and I knew her servants braided her hair into a long single ponytail with tender care. She held the end of her braided ponytail in her hands. The length of it curved around her body like a living organism as she walked closer to the throne I sat on. Her oval, elongated face exposed her bottle green eye and dazzling royal blue eye.
Silver-white arched eyebrows curved over her wide almond-shaped eyes. A nervous expression came over her face as she realized everyone in the throne room had their gaze on her. She stopped momentarily to garner more whispers from the crowd as her body jiggled. She maintained her gaze on me as she straightened her body and began walking again. Her slightly pronounced cheekbones flowed into a round, angular jawline. Her gown almost matched her milky pale skin. She had a narrow, upturned nose with delicate, plump lips. The young Queen halted only a few paces from the steps leading to where I sat, and I examined her more. Her coke bottle figure mirrored Aureliana's, except for her curves, revealing she was the younger of the two women.
One thing was sure, Queen Ionnia possessed the curvaceous figure I expected. My mouth watered at the lustful image of her nude body. 'Was she a male before waking up as a female? Were all royals like that?' These were questions I would consider inquiring about later. The young Queen had a Goddess-like appearance, and her skin sparkled. If she stood still, she would evidently be mistaken as a statue. Her skin was flawless, blemish-free like milk. Orlena and Queen Ionnia were of equal height. Like Orlena, she had succulent, slanderous long legs and wide hips. I ogled over her well-curved and sculpted feminine thighs, which were amply hearty, and satisfied my expectations. Even her pale sheer gown barely held to her tight figure-eight physique. She looked from side to side as if she was embarrassed. I acknowledged how she felt. She was on display for all to see.
It was the same for male royals as well. In full combat armor, they were the epitome of masculinity. They had to be the alphas of the alphas. The people expected them to be God-like warriors with vast conquests. But in reality, they were probably like me. Females who woke into a familiar world as a male. To date, I had met male royals, and there was no way to confirm this as there were royals who seemed to be born of Yura.
My attention finally came to her ample breasts. Like Orlena's, her bosom was smaller, but her substantial melons and body seemed more defined than hers. Her gown did nothing to hide her perky nipples that poked out noticeably from the thin material. No doubt, it was a source of her nervousness and embarrassment. Queen Ionnia possessed petite stature, but that did not hide my assumption this young Queen's rear was bountiful. The curve of her hips more than confirmed my beliefs. Another source that caused her discomfort. Her expression implied she knew everyone behind her observances fell on her rear.
Her attire only exaggerated her situation, but I could not criticize them. They held their royals to the highest standard; we were literally idols to them. The adolescent woman's aura lured you in. There was no way to prevent the urges from growing within my womb. Queen Ionnia flinched, and her free hand fell to her midsection. My body quivered at her, seemingly responding to my distress.
My thighs quivered, and I had to cross my legs to muffle the tingling feeling between my legs. The more I fought the urges, the more Queen Ionnia became uncomfortable. Her face turned a rosy red as she attempted not to look in my direction. Images of her nude body shot through my mind like someone had pressed the fast-forward button. Finally, I could control my arousement. My body sweated as my focus zeroed in on the young Queen. The woman seemed to tremble visibly as she could not avert her gaze from mine. My hands clenched the armrest of my throne as I attempted to muffle the excitement growing inside me. The moistness from my womb leaked between my thighs as I forced my urges down and swallowed heavily. The silver-haired girl seemed to hesitate as she spoke.
"Thank you, your majesty, f-for granting m-me an-audience. I am honored to b-be in your p-presence. There are three t-things I would like to request. The f-first is the reinforcement of Eagle Eye's Hold. It is in good condition and needs minimal repair. The s-second is a f-food shortage in my kingdom due to a drought l-last year," Queen Ionnia says.
"Request granted! A division of our best soldiers will be dispatched immediately," I hurriedly say.
"I see, your majesty; it will be done," Acroplite confirms.
"As for the food, I will see to that myself!" General Creed adds.
"T-Thank you f-for this, your m-majesty!" Queen Ionnia says.
"It is no issue to help those in need! What was your third request?" I ask.
"W-Well, I w-would like to r-request funds to r-restart the Knight Walker project…," she whispers.
"Excuse me, my lo.. love… your majesty. Unfortunately, you cannot grant this request," Aureliana interjects.
"W-Why A-Aureliana?" Queen Ionnia stutters.
"Because, my Queen, you know the consequences of piloting such a weapon…," she explains.
"What are the consequences?" I ask.
"Females can only pilot Knight Walkers, at least most. And they must be virgins or magically inclined royals. Which royals are the only ones capable of piloting with a male. One of which they must have an intimate connection with. The same goes for females," Aureliana says.
"Oh, that is, um… unexpected," I admit.
"B-But we n-need the Night Walkers! W-Without them, we w-will remain d-defenseless!" Queen Ionnia says adamantly.
"You know as well as I do that there are no pilots…," Aureliana counters.
"T-There is! Y-You and I! W-We were pilots together… b-before you left to be a knight…," Ionnia says, sounding sad.
"If it is virgins, you must pilot these Knight Walkers, then the Order of Norna can take this duty on!" Orlena states proudly.
"I'm sorry, the required height is over your head!" Aureliana blurts out.
"You insult my stature! I cannot allow your continued insults to the Order of Norna or me! This ends now!" Orlena says, drawing her sword.
"Go back and train another century before you can take me on!" Aureliana retorts, doing the same.
"I need no training to defeat a wench like you!"
"This coming from the little boy that plays at being a knight!"
"You insult my gender! I am a girl!"
"Oh, did I hurt your boyish pride? Our love thought you were a boy too!"
"No-No, she didn't! That-that was an honest mistake! Our love would never insult me in that way!"
"Remember, I said call me that in private…," I whisper, feeling my face turn red.
"Ahem, Queen Ionnia has a point. It has been some time since this project was active. I believe it would boost morale amongst the soldiers," General Creed says.
"Since Lady Orlena has offered the services of her order, then we may have pilots that can operate these creations," Commander Acroplite says.
"Tsk, it isn't only a question of pilots. It is the toll it takes on them. It takes a pilot and a navigator that must have a connection. The more powerful versions need a male commander as well. That means a royal, a pilot, and a male. The tension among these three is hard to maintain in combat," Aureliana says.
"B-But if it helps, s-shouldn't we try…," Ionnia pleads.
"Well, Aureliana. What should I do?" I ask.
"If you proceed with this project, you may have to be a pilot, as royals are rare. This means that someday you may end up on the battlefield. The same as Queen Ionnia, as she is a royal too…," she says.
"But I have you and Orlena, as long as we are together, then…"
"Yes, I will be with you regardless of your decision!" she says.
"As I will!" Orlena shouts.
"Thank you, Queen Ionnia; your request is granted!" I declare.
"T-Thank you, your m-majesty! I will move the p-production headquarters and r-research lab to the Capitol. T-That way, I can give you u-updates as they come in!" Ionnia says.
"Thank you, Queen Ionnia, and best of luck with this project!" I say.
As she departs, I sense an air of sadness from Aureliana. The two have a history, I can tell. Neither of them chose to separate. Even Orlena notices her demeanor and reduces her usual rivalry with her. My curiosity is piqued by these Knight Walkers. 'Could this be what the Byzantia Kingdom is really after?' With no more meetings, I have to prepare to meet Prince Bardas. It's not something I'm looking forward to. My thoughts are interrupted when a servant approaches the throne.
"Your majesty, King Halstein has requested to meet you in private at once!" he says.
"Oh, okay, tell him I will be there shortly," I reply.
He nods, bows, and leaves to report to him. 'I'd like to know what he wants to meet about in private.' Aureliana leads the way to this last-minute change in schedule.