I’m not usually one to complain about my situations. Well. That’s not the case anymore. In my somehow short 109 years in this land. I'd never have expected that my parents would arrange a marriage between me and a human. Sure humans are the closest in knowledge to us, and they’ve got the value of strength in numbers. They’re like a colony of ants, of course in the most respectful way possible. However… Humans are far, so far from powerful. In fact themselves as a race are so powerless compared to others, that I can't help but take pity on them.
I see my future husband atop a great white stallion, (is he just making a show for me? With the technology they have he could have showed off his private jet rather than a horse.) Surrounded on all sides with Elven and Human escorts. I clench my blouse. I didn’t even know this was going to happen until a few days ago. I understand the strength from the alliance but at the same time. It’s unrealistic because if Azale dies then by human law I’ll have to rule in his place and I don’t think humans would be too happy with that.
A soft knock at the door draws me back to reality, two masked maids glide into my room, followed by Kanri, my manservant. He guides me into the bathroom, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror; long platinum-blond hair falls like a waterfall around my face and torso, bright-forest-green eyes underlined with grey and black stare back at me. Rather than reflecting how I feel, my reflection seems to be pitying me. I look like a mess. I look away from myself, one of the maids is running a bath, the other appears in front of me, gesturing I strip myself.
I can feel the eyes on me, poking and prodding as I slowly unbutton the blouse. Now, I wouldn’t say my body’s anything special, but this always happens, everyone stares at me. I ignore it and start to unbuckle my trousers. As I'm bent over I see a fluffy tail on the floor, I look up and one of the maids looks away embarrassed.
Once the bath has finished running the maid running the bath hooks her arm in her colleague’s and drags her away. This time Kanri enters, his bright purple eyes look at me, he lets out a sigh. Pulling a hair elastic off his wrist and tying his greyish-blue hair back into a messy bun. Removing the last pieces of clothing I step into the bath. Kanri mutters to himself, I can vaguely hear him say. “How are they gonna hide that?”, or something along those lines. But anyway I have a good idea what he was talking about…
It always surprises me how soft Kanri’s hands where, he used to be a knight after all. As my body’s being washed I lose myself in my thoughts, well not really, I try to fight off the thoughts threatening to cloud my mind.
Before I know it, Kanri’s done with his job and scoops me up from underneath my armpits, since we were apparently running short on time he used a spell to immediately dry me. And carried me under his arm and back into the bedroom. A wave of queasiness ran through me. Despite having a good affinity with magic I can't help but feel dizzy when I'm on the receiving end. Even if it’s used passively.
More maids file into the room, all holding different pieces of human-style clothing. The corset looking the most menacing. I can pull it off since I don’t have the box like body 90% of elven men possess. I sigh and I open my arms into a T-pose. Then out of nowhere Astis bursts into the room. “Hurry up stupid brother. Your wifey is here.” I sometimes forget he’s supposed to be ‘13’ by human standards, he really just acts like a spoiled 5-year-old.
That’s when Astis finally notices, I'm still buck naked. He runs out of the room screaming profanity someone of regal blood shouldn’t say and “Laurien’s wee-wee’s out!”. A few of the maids burst into laughter. I swear I’ll punch that little shit one day.
I watch a maid shyly put on my underwear, why the heck was I assigned female maids, it’s so awkward whenever I'm getting dressed as they always blush and refuse to look at me even when I'm trying to make conversation. And if it’s that fact I'm a man, I'm not anything special down there. Or is it the muscles? Uhm… Probably not, women aren’t really a fan. Women are so difficult to understand. Well, I guess that’s just because I'm a man…
Kanri had disappeared, he was probably changing dress, after all he has done a lot for me, he feels like a brother if anything. Like he’ll walk me down the aisle instead of my own father, I doubt my parents would even show up to my wedding. To busy fawning over Astis; that little shit.
My mother comes into the room, holding something that looks similar to a binder except it does the exact opposite. Rather than hiding boobs, it gives me boobs. My parents could just use sex altercation magic. But noOo, let’s give our son fake boobies and get him executed! yAy! For the sake of the damn clouds and the sheer stupidity of the royal family.
A long and flowing, navy blue skirt and corset are now on. These fake breasts are very uncomfortable and are very clammy. Kanri has now returned to my room in a long semi-transparent waist-coat and a black blouse and pastel yellow trousers. He looks more like elven royalty than I do, and he's a merman!
My father walks into the room, “Kanri, I trust you to walk my so-… sorry, daughter, down to meet her human harlot.” Kanri hesitantly nods, seeing my discomfort at my father’s choice of words. And doesnt harlot mean prostitute? Thats not an apropiate way to adress the king of humans. Stupid ass parents.
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