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CHAPTER 7
Outside the grand hall, just before the coronation.
Heidi stood impatiently, her foot tapping the flagstone floor as she waited to be called forward. She was in a room adjacent to the grand hall, where her coronation was taking place.
The Princess had to wait for the correct moment to enter the room. She’d then have to listen to the Bishop’s speech, look stern making sure she didn’t spill somewhere or have food stuck in her teeth.
“Well,” he cooed, “You just repeated my speech verbatim immediately after I just said it.”
Heidi shot him a bemused stare, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Darren continued, “I’m just worried about you is all. You’ve been kinda checked out all evening.”
She sighed, “Sorry, I’m not sure what’s gotten into me. I barely remember how I got into this chair.” Heidi faked an awkward laugh, not wanting Darren to worry too much.
She was getting genuinely worried about her lapses in consciousness, “Is this yet another side effect of that damn potion?” Heidi pondered to herself, “I need to find that darn witch and get this whole potion thing under control.” She furrowed her brow, doing her best to disguise her concern.
“Heidi! See you did it again,” Darren was waving his hand directly in her face.
The new Queen snapped back to reality. She shook out her arms and took in a big breath in an attempt to limber up and maybe eek out some extra awakeness. It didn’t work.
“Hmmph,” Heidi frowned, “Maybe I just need to get some more sleep. I haven’t been getting much rest lately.”
“Sleep eh?” he interrupted, shooting her a cheeky wink.
Heidi returned the wink, and gave him back a warm smile. Darren’s levity was helping to relieve some of her worry, if he wasn’t too worried maybe she was just overreacting a bit. The extra dose of excitement and exhaustion were just part and parcel with her slipping sanity was.
Darren took upon an over the top accent, “Whatta-ya-say, wanna get outta here?” He did his best impression of an overconfident bar-goer. Extending his arm inviting her out of her chair.
Heidi gladly took the invitation, holding onto Darren’s hand as she bounced to her feet.
She grinned as they tried to discreetly make their exit, unfortunately there was a gauntlet of guests that the pair were going to have to wade through before they could escape. There was no avoiding it, she couldn’t dodge everyone, some guests she was going to have to inexorably acknowledge.
Instead kahramanmaraş escort Heidi offered smiles and subtle head nods as they predictably offered their congratulatory greetings. She’d received more bows and curtsies than she could care to count. At first she was pleasant, but her smile soon ran out of steam. Her awareness of their guest’s reticent glances was becoming distracting.
Everyone was acutely aware of the Queen’s new growth. Those that were accustomed to Heidi’s previous appearance more so. Most guests opted to give her multiple side glances and double takes – as if they were unable to fully place their finger on what was different. With the depth of transformation she’d already undergone it should’ve been obvious, but no one seemed capable of qualifying the changes.
Regardless of the impalpable differences, they stared at her features relentlessly. Focusing on her breasts or her feminine curves and driving Heidi crazy.
The attention was stirring her libido, their hungry glances fueling her fever. Part of her loved the attention, another part was ashamed of the arousal. Her loins ached. Heidi ducked her head down, attempting to avoid meeting their gaze. She tried to compose herself by clenching her fists and biting her lip, forcing the feelings deeper.
As Darren and Heidi weaved through the traffic he held her close, relocating his hand to her hips for better control. As they slalomed though the banquet Heidi inevitably brushed up against guests, eliciting an involuntary moan each time.
The royal couple crashed into an unsuspecting guest who was peacefully engaged in their own conversation.
“Ohhh!” Heidi yelped as she took an unexpectedly hard hit right to her breast. She almost fell over as the resultant surge of pleasure coursed through her body.
The guest she struck apologized immediately, “My apologies- OH Heidi? Your highness,”
The guest was one of her earlier suitors, Prince Eugene. He took a bow, as he rambled on with his apology, “My sincerest apologies your majesty, I didn’t see you coming.”
The formality of his apology surprised Heidi. She’d known Eugene for a long time, and he’d usually be the first to talk to her like an actual person.
“Ah, and King Darren, great to make your acquaintance,” as he offered Darren an additional bow. Eugene idly sloshed a half-spilled wine glass and held onto a generously portioned platter of food in his other hand. Until the collision he kastamonu escort was engaged in conversation with another guest, a guest that Heidi recognized.
“I’m sure you’ve already met, but this is Prince Herod,” Eugene presented the other noble he was previously chatting with.
“Eemph,” Heidi half-choked as she was suddenly aware of Herod’s presence.
She never got her chance to meet him last night, the situation with Sophie and Darren took all of her attention.
The Prince was just as rugged and handsome as before, more so in the well-lit banquet hall. Heidi couldn’t help but blush, she might’ve been recently wed but that didn’t mean she couldn’t think he was good looking. Heidi felt a little bit bad for Herod, she’d not even met the guy before tying the knot with some other guy, one who wasn’t even on the suitor shortlist.
Prince Herod dropped to a low bow, “M’lady, your majesty. Pleasure to finally meet you, and my King, congratulations on your crown.” He had little inflection in his voice, approaching an almost monotone. He sounded like a well practiced dignitary.
Heidi awkwardly shuffled her feet, her face was slightly blushing.
She felt a churning in her gut. Another flood of warmth filled her from the inside, and with it the Queen suddenly felt a pang of guilt. “How could I betray Darren,” she was disgusted at her fleeting lapse of judgement. She swore that she could taste Darren, somehow. Deep in her gut some remnant of their early coupling clung to her. As she focused on the sensation, she was reminded of everything Darren could offer, no one could meet or exceed Darren, Darren was the best.
“Are you okay Heidi? You seem unwell,” Eugene sounded concerned. She’d dipped out again and he had clearly noticed Heidi’s discomfort and disassociation with reality.
“Yes, well Heidi hasn’t been feeling too well,” Darren started, “We were actually gonna be heading out soon.” He pulled away from the Princes as he continued, “Now, please. Enjoy the party.”
Darren smiled as he led her towards the door. The dazed Heidi waved goodbye as she was pulled away from the two previously suitors and directly into the next waiting greeter.
“Ah, yes. If it isn’t the lovely couple. Your highnesses,” Vishal blocked their exit path with his greeting and deep bow. They’d managed to disengage from the two Princes, but now they were locked into another conversation.
“Allow me to congratulate you both on the wonderful union, kayseri escort and officially welcome you to our family Heidi,” the advisor beamed, clearly overjoyed at the occasion.
“Yes,” Heidi said softly, “Thank- you my- Trust-ed Advisor V-vishal.” She struggled with her words, enunciating on the wrong syllables and slurring slightly.
Vishal grinned discreetly.
“Tsk, tsk. Come now my Queen. We are Family! If your majesty should choose too, you may call me Uncle Vishal.”
Vishal had a hint of sarcastic inflection in his words. Heidi was wary of her new uncle in-law antics, specifically his poor attempts at jokes. She managed to roll her eyes in response.
“So were you two planning on leaving so soon?” The advisor’s tone changed, he now spoke with a condescending tinge, “Might look bad to be the first people to leave your own party.”
Darren and Heidi looked at each other, they were both thinking the same thing, “Great we’ve been had.”
Vishal continued, “Of course, you could just take the back door,” he grinned, “Maybe take a shortcut through the garden. Looks less crowded out there.” Vishal returned to his drink, casually walking away as he finished his advice.
Heidi smiled, shaking her head at the advisor as Darren pulled her towards the back door.
“Goodbye Uncle”, called out Darren as they pulled away.
After one last round of greetings, that Heidi couldn’t even remember, they’d finally made it through the back door.
Outside in the garden.
The cool evening air sent a shiver down her back, “Wooah,” Heidi exhaled, “The air feels sooooo nice right now.” The chill from the night air helped to bring back some of her sanity as it cooled down her burning libido. She was finally able to collect her thoughts as she shivered in the breeze.
“Ahhh-,” She gasped at the cool sensation of her nipples stiffening in the cold air. They were peaking out of her puffy inverted areola a little bit.
Her hardening nipples pushed against the layers of fabric holding her breasts hostage. She hadn’t quite noticed just how tight and restrictive her dress was starting to become. It was mostly properly fitted mere hours ago, but now the restrictive golden lace of the bust was causing her breasts to pillow out of the cups slightly.
Heidi bit her lip as she quickened her pace, leading Darren to a secluded corner of the garden. The tightness of the dress magnified her pleasure. She needed to get out of it, now.
After quickly checking to see if the coast was clear, Heidi started shimmying out of her confines. She pulled the cups of the dress down allowing her stuffed breasts to bounce freely. She shuddered again at the cold air, her now exposed nipples instantly hardening in response. Their tips sat on full display to the night and a shocked Darren.
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