All eyes turned as the elegant Chieftess approached, her steps poised and balanced. After the morning's embarrassing incident, she had changed into a white, asymmetrical dress adorned with delicate leaf and vine embroidery tracing the neckline, waist, and hem. Small flowers and green foliage wove seamlessly into the fabric, giving her attire a living, natural elegance. The gown hugged her form at the torso before flowing gracefully downward till her thighs, and her green gemstone pendant and floral hair adornments complemented her long, wavy green hair, completing her ethereal, woodland charm. Her maid, Nima, followed quietly, dressed in a refined, fitted maid outfit designed to match the aesthetic of the royal court.
"Queen, Princess—it is my honor to be here," Anihoa said with a gentle bow. "I wished to see this land with my own eyes, and I hope my presence brings no trouble to your grace."
"The honor is ours, Chieftess Anihoa," the Princess replied warmly. "The city of Eirs welcomes you wholeheartedly. Please, enjoy your stay."
"I shall," the Chieftess smiled. "And I look forward to the coming ceremony. From my heart, I truly hope you succeed beautifully."
Princess Natalia, surprised and touched by the sincerity, returned her smile. "Thank you for your kind wishes. I do hope to succeed—and I will."
Both women exchanged a nod and a warm smile before the Chieftess gracefully took her leave.
As she and her mother were greeting some more people, a very big shadow came from behind them, covering their whole body in darkness, even reaching people in front of them. Both of their eyes dilated. Queen Malina squeezed her hand in front of her dress and turned around. Her daughter was clearly scared and hide a little behind her mother.
"Oooh hoo, oooh, that was a magnificent welcome speech, Princess," a hugggeee man—height enough to make two of her mother stand one on one, and a fat body, the pinnacle of a giant man. Her mother couldn't even reach his chest, forget about herself, clearly not daring to think. She with all her courage looked up and saw a chubby yet muscled-face man with a small white beard all over his chin and hair which was cleanly trimmed and combed with precision, making side white hair and brown top hair differentiate perfectly. A big red designed jacket designed in black patterns covering his red inner shirt with white shirt at middle, and on top of that a beautifully designed half vest. With hairy hands with big fingers, he smiled slightly, looking with his sharp eyes, and continued, "I haven't seen you for some time, and you have already grown up, Princess."
Natalia replied with courage, "Greetings, 5th rock Leader. It's an honor to be in your presence, and thank you for your compliment." She bowed slightly.
"Hmmm, good girl you are. Your mother taught you well. In the future, you will surely surpass her," he said as he turned his face toward Queen Malina and looked at her somewhat differently.
Queen Malina composed herself and replied, "Yes, she will surely"—a small yet precise reply.
"Then I guess you will be retiring soon, Queen Malina. How about you come to my humble abode and we will discuss what to do in the future? As a top Crown here, it's my duty to take care of the Queen," as he said that, he moved one step further, resulting in both of them being in complete darkness.
Queen Malina, slight sweat dropping from her head, said, "Haha, you joke a lot, Leader. I am still staying here for a long time since I have to guide my daughter," she said, clenching her fingers in desperation.
"Hmmmmmm, we will see about that," he said, still looking at the Queen with intense eyes.
"You don't have to worry about our Queen, Grankell Parmesarson. I will take care of her," a strong voice came from the side as he came in front of the queen, making the 5th rock leader step back. The man who came was nearly equally as tall as him, with muscles packed and tattoos on his arms, a tight suit with a watch on one hand and a band on another, a sharp wolf-cut-like face with clean dark grey color beard and hair going in one flow across his face. Standing face to face, they seemed equally strong.
"Jorri Jason, the queen's advisor coming late to the party clearly doesn't show good reputation of ours to our guests."
"Again, don't worry. Queen Malina would not allow that to happen," he said as he glanced at her and smiled sweetly.
"Yes, yes, sure. She is the best," Grankell said while retreating by bowing, clearing the shadow which overcast them. As he was going back, he took a deep glance at the queen's thick body, then returned back.
"Pheewww, I get so scared whenever he comes," Princess Natalia breathed a sigh of relief. The queen also secretly calmed down.
"Thank you, Jason, for saving a princess in distress," she jokingly said in a straight face.
"Hey, don't talk to him like that," Queen slapped her wrist slightly.
"Ow, ow, motheerrr, don't be so violent," she complained.
"Haha, Malina, leave her alone. We are always like that, right, Natalia?" He showed his fist.
"Yes, right, Jason." She did the fist bump.
"Any place for me in your group?" a sharp, calm voice cut through the air.
The three of them turned to see a stunning woman approach—slim, sleek, and dressed in a tight, pitch-black uniform. Her high-waisted soldier pants and fitted jacket hugged her frame with precision, the black belt cinched neatly around her waist. A silver chain glimmered across her chest, her breast threatening to pierce out from her jacket, red glasses framing her confident gaze beneath a peaked cap adorned with medals. With her snow-white hair and pale skin, she carried an aura both commanding and dangerously elegant.
She was Mikaela Larents — Leader of the Second Rock.
"Mikaela, you came," Queen said sweetly.
"Yes, Your Highness," she bowed deeply by removing her cap.
"Oh my, always so uptight," Queen said while keeping her hands on her cheeks.
"Yes, I had to be, otherwise people like these will run amok," she pointed at Jorri Jason.
"Hehe, big sister, you are still funny even if you are like that," Princess came and stood in front of her.
"Yes, Princess, thank you for the compliment," she smiled warmly seeing her.
"Geez, you're so boring," came another voice—confident and strong. Striding toward them was Njala Borksdottir, Leader of the First Rock—a calm, calculating woman whose strength and charisma held together the most densely populated zone under her command. "Queen, Princess—my greetings," she said, bowing slightly. She wore a sleek white one-piece outfit accented by a skull-shaped arm piece, her arms inked with tattoos up to the shoulders. Her short, side-swept haircut gave her a sharp, rebellious charm—cool and striking, a perfect contrast to Mikaela's composed elegance.
"Hey, Mikaela, still making boring comments on everyone as usual," Njala said while mocking her.
"Hmmm, Njala, good to see you too," she said without bothering to give her face as she turned around, bowed to the queen and princess, and went away.
"Geeezz, this woman." She also went away after having some small talks.
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After many greetings, Natalia started to feel her legs getting tired, she want to run away from here a sleep on her comfy bed.
"If you're tired with just this, you have a long way to go, Princess," a familiar voice sounded.
"Uncle Remek!" Princess and Queen both said at the same time.
"I am 4th rock leader for both of you," Remek Barret replied with a clear-cut voice.
"Yes, Uncle!" Queen replied cheerfully, clearly knowing him for a long time.
"Good evening, Sir," Jorri Jason bowed respectfully.
"Hmm, good work, Jason. I hope that kid learns from you and stops playing here and there," he said, while shrugging his head in disappointment.
"Let them be. Having fun as a kid is a blessing," Queen said while consoling. "So how is everything going, Uncle?" she asked in concerned voice.
"Nothing for now, but soon they will start doing something," he said as he looked toward Princess Natalia, who brought her head down in shame. He sighed and said, "Take your time, Princess. No need to burden yourself."
"Hmm, ahmm," she nodded and moved away, clearly not wanting to listen to more things. She came and sat on a chair, resting. Maid Emmy came silently and gave her something to drink.
She sighed. Still no sign of them. I guess they will not be joining me today, she said in a low voice.
"Are you talking about me, Princess?" a rusty, playboy voice sounded from his side. Princess's eyes shrank, her breathing quickened, she clenched her palm and wrinkled her dress. She slowly lifted her eyes and saw two men. One had a common-looking face with blue hair reaching his eyes and glasses, with a rough untrimmed beard and tight vested blue half-coat with white inner shirt and jeans—simple yet workable.
"Greetings, Princess. My name is Babkin Iosif - Representative of Empire of Echor. I will be in charge of your ceremony this time. According to our empire rule, if you are successful, you will lead this city, and if not, you have to bring someone else capable of doing this," he said as he pointed towards a young man beside him.
Kane Cox. I hate this man, Princess thought to herself.
"Good evening, Babkin Iosif. I hope you had a good, calm travel," she bowed elegantly. "And good day to you, Mr. Kane Cox," she smiled gently.
"Hey, hey, don't say 'if'—I am already her fiancé in name and husband in the future, right, my lovely Natalia?" Kane spoke as he came to her side and hugged her waist with his fingers inside her back laces, touching her naked bare back, and brought her closer to him. His long ponytail hair brushing her perky breast, and her right arm touching his tight half sleeve leather vest, with his white long tight pants made him look as if he is on a stroll—clearly taking everything here so casually.
Natalia shivered in disgust as she tried to push him away by saying, "Mr. Kane, there is still time for the ceremony. Until then, why not rest and relax in this City of Eirs?" as she tried to get away.
"Ohh, but there is nothing fun here except you." He brought her closer again and brought his face closer to hers.
"There are a lot of fun things to do, if you look around closely in the city, Mr. Kane," she said while tilting her head to the side trying to avoid his disgusting face.
"Hmm, that's true," Kane purred, his gaze sliding over to her maid like a slow, hungry wolf. Emmy stood in her full black tights, the tight leather skirt hugging her thighs down to her knees, the black maid shirt clinging to every curve, sleeves rolled high, and that hexagonal cutout in the chest plunging deep to flaunt the creamy swell of her cleavage. Her glasses glinted under the light, hair tied back sharp and severe, making her look like a wicked little fantasy
"Like your maid, she is also interesting," he said as he pulled Natalia with him with one hand, now all his fingers inside her lacing, tracing her back. He came towards Maid Emmy and said, "Since you are my wife, then everything yours is mine, right?" he said while licking his lips and touching Maid Emmy's thighs with his other hand.
Natalia hesitated for some time not saying anything, which made Kane frown. "What? Is it not?" Kane, frustrated, took out his hand from her laces and brought it down to her naked bare hip, near her ass line, threatening to tear her dress down from here and touch her ass. Natalia shivered in fear and disgust but still couldn't do anything to him, her hands now shivering, her body getting cold from all his touching, her breathing started to rise a lot.
"Everything is already mine. Do you think all these things will be still here if you were not about to be my wife, haan? You useless piece of shit. Your city shields, those stupid flying skateboards, all those stupid things will not be here if not for the Empire of Echor and me being your saving grace from your incompetence. See yourself, how useless you are—can't even protect your own citizens—now thinking you are some top Crown or whaatttt?" Kane's voice rose in a sharp, angry snarl, loud enough to cut through the party's murmur as he hurled insults at her, asserting his dominance over the princess in front of everyone. He slid his fingers through the slit of her dress at her back of the hip, deliberately tearing the rear of her dress with a small rip, then put his fingers inside and stroked her bare ass beneath the fabric with his fingers, savoring every inch he could find. Natalia felt her world shatter—she, the princess, publicly violated by her so-called fiancé—yet she stood frozen, unable to move. Her eyes getting clouded from tears as her hand clenching her clothes.
She couldn't do anything. He was right in all means. She can't do anything. I... I... what should I do... After some silence, Kane smiled and brought his other hand to her chin and brought her face up and said, "So what's your answer? Everything yours is mine, right?"
Natalia, in freeze mode, just nodded. Kane, clearly satisfied, brought his finger to her lips and grazed it seductively and brought his mouth to her ear and said, "Good girl," as he lowered his mouth down and kissed her neck.
Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, she screamed inside in horror, her whole shook in disgust, tears now falling from her eyes slowly. I am completely useless, useless, useless, usseellleessss, she thought in anger as her mind started to go blank. As Kane brought his hand down from her lips, he pointed at Maid Emmy and ordered, "I want you in my room tonight after all this, so make sure to come."
As he said that, he turned to Natalia, wanted to say something when he heard someone coming towards him and saying...
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Geez, I had to go to the washroom just after my sister's speech. So embarrassing, little princess thought as she walked speedily. While she was coming from the corner, suddenly— BOOOOOOOOOOOOO! She got jump scared and fell down.
"Hahahhaha, little princess is scared so easily!" Alfie came in his gentleman's shade of brown outfit with light brown half-coat and pants with pockets below the knee and dark brown shirt with a tie, with straps on his thighs and gloves on his hands, making him look handsome and always ready to fight.
Little princess saw how good he looked but realized how stupidly he was laughing at her. She got angry and said, "Yooouuuuuu, just you wait! Yooouu, let me beeeat you up!" Little princess got up and started running behind him. "What are you doing here and scaring me like that? She shouted while chasing him.
They both ran around for a minute, then stopped, clearly not wanting to ruin their clothes. They looked at each other and laughed. Then they heard someone familiar at front.
There they could see a young noble bending gracefully, retrieving the fallen handkerchief between his gloved fingers. His crimson-and-gold vest shimmered faintly in the candlelight, the contrast of black silk cloth tracing the strength beneath his tailored form. His hair, a cascade of gold, caught the glow as he turned, a teasing smile upon lips too perfect for coincidence.
"My lady," he said, voice smooth as honeyed wine, "you seem to have dropped this."
The woman turned, startled—and blushed the moment their eyes met. Her voice trembled, soft and shy.
"Oh... thank you, kind sir."
He stepped closer, close enough that she could see the glint of mischief in his gaze.
"You should be more careful, Miss," he murmured, his tone playful yet tender. "A sight as beautiful as yours, stooping to pick something up—could be fatal to anyone watching."
Her breath caught, a faint laugh escaping despite herself.
He pressed the handkerchief to his chest with a slow, dramatic flourish.
"Take it," he said, "as if I were offering you my heart instead."
The lady's cheeks deepened in color, her eyes flickering with both embarrassment and delight. She took the handkerchief—her fingers brushing his, warmth sparking in that single fleeting touch.
"Then," she whispered, smiling at last, "I'll be sure to keep it safe."
He smirked. "For both our sakes, I hope you do."
And as she turned away, her soft giggle lingered—sweet, breathy, and entirely for him.
Oh my, one more girl has fallen for this beautiful face. As he was enjoying his success, a kick came out of nowhere and hit the back of his knee, making him stumble forward, destroying his stylish image.
"You bastard, Oliver Coghlan! What are you doing here flirting when our friend is in need for some help?" A loud, strong voice sounded. As he turned to see her, he saw a woman in her tight black tights with a small skirt with gold-ridden designs on it and a small crop vest that was also ridden with gold design which only covered her torso and her breast, leaving a smooth belly and shoulders bare naked with her big breasts creating a deep cleavage.
"Maren Dreka, why so violent to your best buddy? Who is needing this beautiful handsome man's help?" Oliver asked, seeing two little friend of his beside her, clearly looking at him in a disappointment look.
"My sister, who else? Big brother Oliver, please go and help her," Hanna said pleadingly.
Oliver saw what was happening, and without wasting any time with his long legs, reached close to them. He heard Kane saying to the maid about coming to his room and was going to continue harassing his friend Natalia, so he came close, fixed his attire and hair, and said confidently, "Mr. Kane Cok, it's nice to see you here again. I hope you are having fun? Oilver came to step up beside Kane and continued his talk with clear determined voice saying "And Regarding calling Miss Emmy to your bed chambers is quite problematic because, you see, she is my girlfriend in secret." He winked at him and slowly and calmly hugged Maid Emmy from her side and gently hold her waist.
Maid Emmy, in her mind: Huh? What the fuck are you saying, you little shit of a shampoo brand image bastard, haannnnn?! Seeing his face glowing, her eyes hurt, but her face showed nothing, and she said, "Yes!" simply.
"See, Mr. Kane Cok? Sorry to disturb your night party then."
Kane, hearing all the nonsense, felt his head hurt.
"First of all, it's Kane Cox, not 'Cok,' and secondly, fine I will not call her, I don't want some dead-face maid for my nightly affairs," he shrugged it off not bothering with this nonsense act , while still holding Natalia in his harassing hug.
Oliver seeing this said, "I think it's time for the princess to cut her cake. If you may allow her to leave, then she could proceed to it," Oliver said gently while still holding Maid Emmy, clearly not going to leave him free until he could see Kane gone from his sight.
Kane, clearly annoyed, saw many people clearly waiting. He let go of her and said, "See you soon, my wife." He said smugly and went away.
Natalia, having lived through such horror, sat down in a chair. "Princess!" Maid Emmy pushed Oliver away and went to calm her down.
"It's okay, Emmy. I am fine. Clearly Clothes doesn't matter right ?? she said while giving her maid a tiring look. She took some minutes to cool down and breathe in and out while maid Emmy soaked her sweat from her forehead in her handkerchief and just nodded.
"Thank you, Oliver, for saving me from that bastard," Natalia gratefully thanked after calming down.
"No problem, Princess," he smiled handsomely. "And what about you, Miss Emmy?" he teased while saying her name.
"Thank you," she said simply with cold voice and her silent face.
Geez, such a hard girl to get by, he smiled in loss.
Little far away, Alfie , little Princess and Maren breathing a sigh of relief
"Maybe I should kill him," Alfie said while picking his dagger up.
"Hey, hey, you want to go to a war or what? Keep your little brain out," Maren said while knocking his head.
"Ouch! Big sister Maren, don't hit me so hard," he said and coincidentally looked outside the window and saw everyone, his friends.
"There they are. I guess fun time starts now." Alfie informed other
Three of them saw them coming and smiled.
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Jorri Jason was clenching his fist so tight while seeing the princess getting harassed—small droplets of blood could be seen in his palm, his face red in anger. Thhhattt bassstarrrddd. He was getting consumed in anger. As he was about to go and beat that shit up, a sweet voice sounded: "Calm down, Jorri. Everything will be okay," as if she was consoling herself, clearly holding her hand in prayer.
Jorri, listening to her, stopped. Then they saw Oliver coming swiftly and saving her from harassment. They both sighed and felt relieved. "She has good friends who will take care of her," she said while calming herself and Jorri down.
"I am sorry, Malina. I couldn't protect you or your daughter," he said, still clutching his fist and clenching his teeth and keeping his head down, clearly very mad at himself.
"You have done enough for me. If you were not here, then I would have died long ago in someone's else bed chamber with my child motherless and all alone," she said sweetly while remembering past events.
They both were silent for some time until then a cute hug came from behind, hugging her waist with her small arms.
Queen Malina saw her little daughter and smiled happily. "Hii there, my little princess."
"Moommmm! It's because of you everyone calls me 'little princess.' Please stop calling me that!" She brought herself out of her mother's waist and looked up quietly, puffing her cheeks in cuteness.
"Haha, but it's true, my little princess," Queen teased her daughter by touching her puffed-up cheeks.
"Mooo, I am not going to talk to you." She left her mother's side and grabbed the big hand of Jorri Jason. "Good evening, Uncle Jason," she smiled cutely while dangling his big arm.
"Hey there, little one, having fun at the party?" he said while patting her head from another hand, smiling kindly, all rage now gone.
"Not reallyyyy," she said while hugging his hand and said to her mother, "Mom, everyone is coming. I think we should prepare."
"Oh my! My other little ones are coming," she said while putting her hand on her cheeks and smiling sweetly. She gestured to Maid Emmy, giving her a sign to which Maid Emmy nodded, and Maid Emmy guided princess to her cake cutting ceremony.
In the hall, Natalia cut the cake for the show, and everyone just clapped half-heartedly and started eating, clearly not much interested in this party. Queen and others went somewhere while the princess did her last job and kept everyone company for some more time, while some ate and started leaving already.
After some time, she said her goodbyes to everyone and started going to rest in her room, clearly very tired from all today's events. Her body was still tingling from all the disgusting touches. She clenched her long green skirt and thought, Is this my future? I... I... I am just a tool. Her breath was getting heavier. Is this my future? she thought to herself again and again, thinking in a loop while her eyes starting to get teary, her mind going blank in panic and darkness. She kept walking in a daze as she came into a turn, then suddenly her surroundings got all black... Huh? Then suddenly a hand came in the darkness and shut her mouth up tight then grabbed her by the waist and dashed toward a room on the side and closed the door...