"...You're thinking about this way too much."
"I'm just saying!" With a flick of her wrist, colorful sparks soared across the hall and brought to life yet another set of lamps. The energetic maid was growing exasperated with her partner's dismissive nature.
"Don't you dare tell me you haven't thought about it!"
"I try to not stick my nose where it doesn't belong, thank you. I have self respect."
Much less inclined to indulge her partner's thirst for gossip, or aiding her in their evening task for that matter, the other maid found herself lagging behind as she floated through the air as if lazing in a river. A brush hard at work at tending to her shimmering platinum blonde curls.
Another flick, another set of lights to illuminate the castle as sundown approached.
"...Besides, if Blanche hears even a peep about this, you know our asses would be on the line."
The more bitter of the two turned up her freckled nose at the remark, yet she didn't dare dispute it. The head maid was known for just how severe her punishments could be. Many staff members would rather be fired than be on the receiving end of her wrath.
"A stick up your ass, is what you have."
With a snap of her fingers, a slew of sparks lit up the hallway like a busy tavern. So much for taking her time, her mood was sour enough that she'd rather go back to cleaning shelves.
The sudden pitter patter of rapid footsteps and rattling platters caught the attention of the pair, rushing across the castle's labyrinthian halls. The two barely seemed to react, lazy gazes turning back to the corner they had crossed a few moments prior.
Slightly off cue, a familiar blur turned the corner with careless haste, a third maid struggling to maintain control of the small trolley she was rushing with as she neared the other two.
Expectedly, the trolley veered off course from the sheer momentum, taking a tumble as its invaluable cargo soared through the air.
The clumsy third maid didn't hesitate, leaping with the speed and grace of a majestic housecat. She had already lost the first one in an unfortunate detour through the library, and she wasn't willing to go through another walk of shame.
"One! Two!" Both her hands shot forward with uncanny speed, twisting and turning mid air as she grabbed each plate before the food could fall off. "Three!" The next one she managed to catch between her chin and chest. "F-- Four...!?" But as she finally landed back on her feet, the last plate was nowhere in sight. She braced for the sound of a crashing trolley and broken porcelain... Yet it never came.
"Oi, Kat! About time! Help us settle something here!" She turned to see a familiar freckled face beaming a smile her way, her hand holding a plate with an unbothered slice of cake.
"I give her 8 points for the pirouette, very nice moves." Behind them the floating maid lowered a similarly floating trolley onto the floor, gently rolling it towards its owner.
"O-- Oh, thank goodness you were here! I thought I was done for...!" Still catching her breath, Kaathe didn't waste any time putting the plates back on the cart, moving towards the last only for the taller maid to pull it away.
"Ah, ah! Hear us out first." Her smug freckled face demanded.
"Damn it, Nepucci! I don't got the time!" She hopped and jumped after the cake, but the struggle was fruitless against Nep. Her was practically dancing in circles only for the taller girl to pull away every single time with a giggle.
"Tsk, tsk. So much for gratitude. You're already late, so just indulge us." With a boop on the nose that left the flustered maid blushing, Kat finally settled down.
"Fine! What is it!?" She huffed, impatient.
"Well, I'm sure you've heard the rumors about the princess?"
"Yeah, like that narrows it down..." Their less than interested third party added.
"Quiet, you. Come on! You know the one!" Nepucci prodded with a wink and a nudge.
"...Perhaps." Of course Kaathe knew exactly which rumor they were talking about. After all, she had been the one that started it. Although never in a million years would she have imagined that it'd spread like wildfire among the staff, not that anyone dared speak of it as anything above a hush, less they inquired the wrath of the head maid.
"Good enough! Well, Belle over here insists that that little royal treasure of hers is little more than a pet."
"And I'm correct--"
"BUT! I'm afraid I'm not quite as easily convinced. It is well known that when she was younger, the two were practically inseparable, and it would make sense that she'd become more... 'possessive' after the accident."
The other two maids nervously glanced around, half expecting that the head maid would break through a wall at any moment to put an end to this tomfoolery.
"Sure, that makes sense, nice and simple. However, that wouldn't explain why close to nobody has seen more than a glance of her even during long travels, or why the princess's room is off limits to all staff, or why the princess has rejected all suitors--"
"Yeah, we get it. Out with it."
"Are they really lovers!?" Nepucci almost jumped onto Kaathe in her excitement, the cake would have certainly been lost if Marbelle didn't gently levitate it back to the trolley. "Wouldn't that be just lovely!? The young princess, always by the side of her valiant knight. Yet as she grows older and tragedy strikes, she vows to spend the rest of her life by her side, protecting her the same way she was protected!"
"...I'm sure insinuating the princess has a mistress is grounds for lèse-majesté."
"Hush, I say! You don't know the first thing about romance!"
Kaathe took a step back, slipping away from Nep's manic embrace as she did her best to keep a straight face. "...No, that's not quite right."
The pair ceased their bickering to look at the newfound voice of reason. "I'm often needed at the princess's room, and I get to see Miss Day from time to time. She's just really shy after the incident, but I don't think... She harbors any such feelings towards the princess."
They kept quiet for a moment, broken by a shrug and a sigh from the taller of the three. "Oh, I should have known... Poor Kat here has no idea of the inner workings of a woman's heart! If you ask me--"
Before she could continue, Kaathe was already off pushing the trolley back to work.
"...Yikes, dude."
"H-- Huh!? What did I say!?"
---
Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable.
Contrary to what one might think due to her position, Blanche was not known to be a patient woman, and to push her to these limits was a feat in and of itself. The head maid stood firmly beside the princess's bedchamber, her face cold and unbothered, yet anyone that dared look her way would have undoubtedly felt a pressure capable of turning coal into diamonds.
Well, with the exception of one particular lump of coal.
"... Forty-five minutes..." She spoke under her breath, a hot puff of air expelled from her flared nostrils. She didn't need to check her pocket watch to know exactly how long her protegee had left their liege waiting, the reddened sky was doing a great job by itself.
Blanche took a deep breath. Gently combing a strand of silver hair back where it belonged.
"I'm an island of tranquility, floating in a sea of boiling rage..." She chanted her mantra with a steady tone.
Her eyes darted to the end of the hall, feeling a presence far more calm than what she had come to expect from her protegee, which made it all the more frustrating when she saw Kaathe herself pushing the trolley with a somber look on her face.
The girl had found herself lost in her thoughts, all sense of urgency that had almost made her lose her cargo was left behind with her fellow maids. She wouldn't have even noticed her mentor if it wasn't for the bloodlust that almost made her jump out of her skin.
"I-- I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Her Highness's dinner!" Kaathe dropped to her knees in front of her mistress as she avoided eye contact with the woman who no doubt was considering whether skinning her on the spot was going too far. Her last line of defense was the offering of food. "Not a crumb out of place!"
It took Blanche a long moment of pause to remember she was supposed to teach the girl, not be her executioner for trying her patience so much. Her nose flared once more as she exhaled, some of the pressure relieved. "...We shall talk later."
Kaathe went pale at her words, almost wishing for a quick corporal punishment over whatever would later come her way...
The atmosphere around both maids instantly changed as they prepared to enter the princess's private chambers, all emotion vanished and were swiftly replaced with cold, polite, professionalism.
A knock on the door to signal their arrival, a sweet voice from within giving them permission to intrude.
"Pardon the wait, Your Highness. Your evening meal has arrived," greeted Blanche as the two gave a reverence.
The room was permeated by the bright orange rays of light that sneaked in through the open window, illuminating the striking silhouette of a lone beautiful woman, seated in front of a fine mahogany desk, her face buried in dozens of documents that seemingly demanded more attention than the newly arriving servants.
Her usually flowing golden locks had been tied into a messy ponytail to get them out of the way, her eyes partially hidden behind her glasses betraying just how focused she was at whatever task she had at hand. Despite her relatively young age, the princess had made a name of herself through her work ethic and political prowess. Not being the heir to the throne after her parents' passing, she knew she had to pull her weight all the same. Kaathe's eyes wandered to the woman's attire, noting just how modest it seemed compared to her usual wardrobe. She had already thrown off her boots halfway across the room, but it seems like she hadn't gotten the chance to change out of her riding suit.
Kind, modest, patient, dignified; those were all words almost everyone that met her would use to describe Her Highness... Almost.
A delicate hand brushed a golden strand away from her face, the woman's posture relaxing as she set the documents to the side. "That is quite alright, Blanche. Reviewing these reports made me lose track of time."
Indeed, she looked quite tired herself. Kaathe had heard the princess had spent the whole day sorting through the preparations of the upcoming festival, keeping an eye on guest lists and shipments. It wouldn't be an overstatement to say she kept tabs on just about every business within the capital.
"...This seems like a lot for just dinner." The princess lowered her glasses as Blanche prepared her table. "Four plates? Were you hoping to join me, or should I take it as an indirect?"
"Indeed." Blanche didn't seem bothered in the least, simply setting a small cup of cold zucchini and mint soup, a small yellow flower that Kaathe didn't recognize peeking over the rim. "You missed lunch once more, your highness. The staff and your sister will start to get worried about your health if you at the very least don't feed yourself properly."
The princess sighed, picking up the cup as she swirled it in her hand. "Perhaps you're right, but time isn't exactly on our side here." She let her lips touch the soup as she took a sip.
Kaathe remained still, awaiting instructions or for her to be needed. At least, that's what she told herself, but she knew she was here to watch and learn. She couldn't help but swallow a knot down her throat as she looked over the princess, who didn't even seem to acknowledge her presence. Her perfectly well groomed complexion, those delicate lips that had yet to be claimed.
"Ah, yes, the festival. Your Majesty was rather surprised to learn you had taken over responsibilities for the whole thing." Blanche took the princess's empty cup and soon replaced it with three thin slices of smoked trout.
"Well, with the increased criminal activity around the lower areas, I could hardly turn a blind eye." The princess dangled a single slice of trout over her mouth, holding it there for a moment too long, before she let it fall. It must have felt smooth on her tongue, Kaathe reasoned, for it didn't take long before she was done and reaching for the next. "We have slowly worked to gain back the trust of our subjects. Can't let some hooligans leave a bad impression on our guests."
"I would insist that you let the city guard take care of that, but I imagine that'd fall on deaf ears." Next plate. A chicken breast, shining with a golden hue that told Kaathe's sharp nose and eyes that it was infused with tarragon and lemon.
The princess huffed. "...Your tongue is unusually sharp today, Blanche. Guess I'm not the only one spoiling your mood." Kaathe's eyes darted away to avoid meeting the princess's eyes. Then again when she found her stare lingering on her chest, and once more as they traveled down her shapely legs.
Just keep your eyes off of her!
Kaathe must have spent too long fighting with herself, as by the time she looked back to the table, the chicken had been picked clean.
"Maybe you were into something, Blanche. But now I'm stuffed." Her highness said with an exaggerated pat on her belly, which the head maid ignored as she presented the dessert.
"I see. Well, perhaps I should send this back to the kitchen. Such a shame to lose good food." Standing around while someone else ate such delicious food was already hard as it was for poor Kaathe, but even she couldn't help but salivate as she watched over the freshly baked meringue cake. The scent of chamomile and orange blossoms pouring off the concoction, no cream, no butter, all towered by a single proud strawberry.
"...I wouldn't go that far." Even the princess's usually controlled demeanor couldn't escape the allure of such dessert, it seemed. "There's always room for cake, I say."
Blanche just gave her a knowing smile, taking a step back and allowed her highness to dig in... Yet, after a few moments of silence, she didn't make a move.
Kaathe almost jumped out of her skin on pure instinct as she suddenly found herself staring into the princess's eyes, a bemused expression plain to see. "Hmm... Such a shame, little Kat. Did you perhaps expect me to eat with my hands?" The royal girl asked with a playful tone.
Kaathe's blood went cold, her eyes darting across the dirty plates and utensils. Had she counted wrong? Perhaps she lost them somewhere along the way? "F... Forgive my incompetence, your highness. I shall fetch--"
A familiar commanding hand was raised, stopping Kaathe's fumbling on her tracks. The girl looked at her mentor and her quiet gesture, expecting a reprimand for yet another blunder, but Blanche didn't seem too interested in her at the moment.
Bearing an uncannily pleasant smile, the head maid dug through her pockets until she retrieved an unfamiliar small silver case.
"Your highness, this one is rather jumpy as is. I implore you to not play such pranks on my protegee." Blanche spoke as she opened the case, and out came a shining silver fork.
"Oh, you know I can't help it. Especially with how she's been eyeing me." Even as the subject of the conversation, it felt like Kaathe wasn't being acknowledged, yet that didn't stop her face from burning an uncomfortable pale pink.
The head maid just sighed, waving the fork around. "Shall I fetch your special topping?"
"I guess I've earned a treat, have I not?"
What was once burning shame quickly became a cold dread, as Kaathe finally understood where things were headed. Her mentor moved away from the princess and towards the nearby night stand. On top of which lay a familiar reliquary box which the young woman had been trying to avoid thinking about.
Some depraved part of Kaathe had hoped that she'd be used to this by now, for years now she had served directly under Blanche and had gotten to know the intimate details of the princess's private life. Yet, even now, she couldn't help but feel her stomach tie itself into knots, her heart overloaded with a barrage of mish mashed feelings that she had no desire to understand.
As her mentor quietly opened the reliquary, the room remained just as silent as before. Once upon a time there would have been a muted yelp or a sob, some cry of protest that would have been drowned out by the room's inhabitants. But the tiny captive had long since refused to easily give her tormentors an ounce of satisfaction...
Blanche's face showed little more than contempt as she looked inside, her fingers weaving an ethereal silky string before reaching for her prey. Only the head maid's protegee noticed a small glimmer in her mentor's eyes along with the slight hint of a smile.
Not bearing the thought to watch, Kaathe closed her eyes and attempted to tune out the feeble struggle. Instead she pictured the days of yore, back when she was but a lass. Way back when, as she gazed upon the visage of Lady Soleil from the crowd, sitting atop her late father's shoulders.
There was hardly anyone who didn't know about the kingdom's famed hero.
A living legend, a hero among common men. She was known by many names, with tales of her deeds spreading like wildfire across the land, depictions of the woman with golden hair, wielding a sword forged from sunlight itself, whose name would bring dawn to the darkest night.
...Yet, it all came to a close rather suddenly in one fateful day. Two of the kingdom's greatest treasures were lost without a moment's notice, news of the tragedy raged from mouth to mouth before the crown could even react. One of the greatest heroes that had ever lived reduced to a fraction of her former self, literally.
"Tch. Stay still, will you?" Blanche bit her tongue so as to not raise her voice, but her annoyance was still palpable.
Kaathe didn't know much of her mentor's relationship with her idol before the incident. But from what she had gathered from her senior staff, it fell somewhere between contempt and outright hostility.
For a high born mage with extraordinary talent, coming from a family wholly dedicated to serving the crown, the idea of a country girl from some commoner family
Their society's issues with classism were nothing new, not that high born nobles bothered to truly understand the extent of it. Kaathe's mentor had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth, her family served the crown as closely as it could without blood relation. For the high borns their position meant expectations, expectations that Blanche exceeded with pride.
The head maid had long since outgrown her position as a mere servant, her prowess in matters both martial and arcane were only second to court magicians and sword saints. Yet she never once considered leaving her post beside the royal bloodline. Her dedication was admirable and earned her trust beyond any advisor.
...In retrospective, perhaps that's where her bitterness towards Lady Soleil stems from.
For high borns like Blanche, commoners had it quite easy. They were free to live their lives free of responsibility to anyone other than themselves. They could work to earn a place under the watch of the country the hard working nobles had built, and if they ever wanted to contribute to Aurelia's rich history, they just needed to know their place and show respect for their betters.
In the case of people of common birth like Lady Soleil, it should be an honor to even be considered for enlistment, let alone be given the opportunity to be promoted beyond being a mere town guard.
Or perhaps they could be like Kaathe, a commoner that was recognized to possess incredible magical talent, and be given the chance to study in the kingdom's most prestigious academy... Or in the young maid's specific case, be made to further her studies directly among noble daughters while working directly under the crown.
Work hard, further your knowledge, increase your social standing, be respectful of your betters. All these were lessons Blanche had instilled into her protegee... And all these were thoroughly violated by the hero of sunlight herself.
Kaathe's thoughts drifted back to her idol, Lady Soleil, but before she could venture further into escapism, her mentor's voice snapped her back to reality.
"There. Now was that so hard?" Blanche seemed pleased with herself, a smile plastered across her face as she looked at the shrunken knight, trapped and bound to the teeth of the silver fork like a sacrifice to some long forgotten god. She allowed herself a moment to inspect her handiwork, as the woman was exposed for anyone close enough to see. Her legs spread wide and bent uncomfortably at the knees, her arms held firmly above her head, tied up along with that long braid of hers, leaving nothing to the imagination.
And of course... Her eyes, always refusing to look directly at her torturer.
Tap.
Blanche tapped the fork onto her forearm, seeing the shrunken woman vibrate like a tuning fork. "Are you seriously going to act like you haven't just spent a minute or two wrestling against my thumb? You wound me, dear Soleil." She mocked, but there was no response.
The head maid's smile slowly turned to a frustrated frown, but before she could act on them, she was snapped out of her thoughts. "Blanche, how long will you keep me waiting?"
There was a slight edge to the princess's voice, one she rarely showed to anyone, and it was enough for Kaathe's mentor to act like nothing had just crossed her mind.
"Apologies, your highness."
To see a shrunken person exchange hands was a rather bizarre experience, but to see a fork far bigger and heavier than them be passed from one colossal woman to another was almost enough to make Kaathe's heart drop. Yet it wasn't until she caught a glimpse of Soleil's pitiful state that her professional facade truly threatened to crumble.
"Thank you kindly." Ever joyous, the princess maneuvered the fork with her delicate fingers, not caring for the ride she was talking her unwilling passenger on. At least now until she was turned to face the relatively colossal face of the brat she used to guard.
"Oh, my dear Soleil..." The princess blew a gentle breeze across the woman's exposed body, the scent of her previous meal heavy in the air. Yet even then, she refused to spare her a glance. "It has been a while since we've gotten to enjoy a pastry together, has it not?" Not that that'd ever be enough to phase the girl.
The giant pillar that was the fork swayed gently from side to side as the giant idly played with her prey. "...You still deny me even a peep. Oh, how you wound me, my dear Soleil. It feels like it was forever ago that we'd talk the night away... Your tales never quite got old." She seemed... Wistful. Kaathe could never get a read on the girl, nor if she was truthful about her brief bouts of nostalgia.
"...But I've come to enjoy the challenge." She moved the fork closer, taking a close look at her beloved, smiling as she noticed her attempts to control her involuntarily trembling self. "I've had to get increasingly creative, but that just makes me treasure each feeble squeak all the more..."
The girl's giant eyes moved down, inhaling a sharp breath as she gazed upon her dessert. "I am so glad we get to share such delicacies together. Trust me, it is quite exquisite." The princess effortlessly maneuvered the fork once more, this time plunging the shrunken knight down, down into the cake.
Lady Soleil gasped for hair as she felt the cold embrace of meringue, the familiar scent of orange blossoms assaulting her senses as the dough threatened to force its way into her mouth.
The spongy surface felt so incredibly familiar yet alien to her diminished body as she struggled to get her face out of the pile of cake burying it. She barely had time to register the feeling of rising higher, only to be faced with the princess's open and rapidly approaching maw.
She finally couldn't help herself, screaming at the horrifying sight.
Princess Oriane of the Aurelia kingdom had finally gotten the chance to take a bite of her well earned dessert after such a hard day of work. She looked past her window as the last golden rays of light washed over her domain, the beautiful sunset was nothing short of breathtaking.
Yet, despite being fully aware of the maids in the room with her. Blanche no doubt feeling a morbid sense of enjoyment, and Kaathe doing her best to hide her horror, the princess was simply glad to be able to share this moment with her beloved.
Inside her mouth, a giant pink beast assaulted the restrained knight with reckless abandon. The former hero of sunlight could do nothing but squirm as she yelled into the drooling cavern, but her only reply was the princess's satisfied hum.
The behemoth took great care of cleaning its master's morsel from just about every speck of meringue it could find, with rough strokes that weren't shy of exploring the knight's exposed breast, or prod between her legs.
It wasn't until her highness was satisfied that she allowed her knight out of her mouth with an audible slurp, leaving the already clearly exhausted Soleil gasping for air, drenched with the princess's saliva.
Yet before she could adjust or relax, she found herself plunging down once for another bite of cake.
"Truly, my compliments to the chef. We should serve this for the guests at the upcoming festival."
"I shall let the caterers know, your highness."
Kaathe's fists grasped the edges of her skirt. She felt sick to her guts, as she saw her two betters continue their conversation as if the princess of the kingdom didn't have a living breathing person inside her mouth.
...And despite it all...
Her grip relaxed, she felt lightheaded, slightly wobbling in place. Kaathe knew that here, standing among them, she was truly no different. She knew she wouldn't dare speak up, let alone act out. She was here letting this happen, and she had no right to feel angry at anyone but herself about it.
The princess's lips parted once more, releasing the lone woman from her now meringue flavored prison. She let her prey hang in the air for a few precious moments, listening to her faint, pained, and thoroughly humiliated gasps for air.
Her heart was aflutter, but alas, this was merely her dessert.
One final time the knight plunged down, this time towards a lone strawberry that had been left for last. Her body was weighed down by the sweet, gigantic wall of red, its juices staining her body as she found herself completely eclipsed by a single strawberry.
In what was starting to feel like routine, Soleil entered the dark cavern of the princess's mouth, yet this time something was different. Her ethereal bindings came undone without as much as a warning, and while her muscles cheered at being free from the strain, she didn't share the sentiment once the beastly tongue swept her off fork.
With her only way out being pulled past the gate that were the princess's lips, Soleil found herself stranded with the strawberry, which the princess gently nudged towards her pearly whites.
"AAH!"
The inch tall woman leapt away as the princess's teeth crushed the fruit, leaving her flailing against the tongue. Panic began to set it as she watched the great whites destroy the strawberry with enough force to turn even her into paste.
It was impossible to get some solid footing, not with the fruit's juices and the princess's saliva splashing everywhere, and definitely not with the untamable leviathan gently nudging the berry and by extension her into place.
This went out for far longer than chewing a single strawberry should have, and just as Soleil's frustrations were about to blow over, the roughly forced her down, down under it's sickly embrace, pooling saliva raining down around her, as finally the princess swallowed with an echoing gulp.
It was over.
Her ordeal, the princess's dessert, was finally over. Soleil relaxed against her best judgment, a part of her even finding the company of the giant muscle pinning her down weirdly comforting after all they had been through.
Yet it seemed that even this was not to last, as soon enough she felt the muscle evict her as she was pushed towards the princess's lips, out into the open air, and after a small drop, splayed out onto a handkerchief.
"Truly exquisite." She heard the princess's voice say, yet as she breathed clean air and opened her eyes, it was not her who she found.
Kaathe was at a loss for words. Her mentor was already picking up the dishes, so she wasn't sure what to expect when the princess beckoned her over. To have her shrunken and abused idol spat onto her handkerchief was certainly not it.
"Don't bother cleaning her, just put her away for now." Her Highness commanded callously, already focused back on those papers.
The maid felt like her heart had stopped, as she watched the pathetic creature in her hand finally recognize where she was, their eyes meeting for the first time. Neither said a word, neither looked away.
Kaathe wasn't sure what she was feeling, or if she was feeling anything at all. Years of practice carried her through the experience, as she wordlessly moved towards the reliquary, gently laying Lady Dai down along with her handkerchief.
She allowed herself a small look inside before slowly closing the lid, sealing her hero once more.
Shortly after, she and her mentor gave one last reverence to their highness and excused themselves, pushing the familiar trolley back the way they came.
Only once the door to the bedchamber closed did Kaathe let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding for god knows how long.
"Now that that's done, we should address your punishment for today's fiasco." Her mistress addressed without so much as a glance as she followed obediently.
Her mind lingered in that moment she shared with the former hero, the somber look on her face as they looked through one another. She repeated the undeniable truth she had come to realize. "I'm no different."
---
Laying on the floor of her gilded prison, the once proud knight struggled to find the will to rise and stretch her sore muscles. Her whole body ached and stunk of drool, she could only gently pat the soft handkerchief she had been left behind with...
She tried to lift her hand back out, finding that the fabric was stuck to it. Annoyed, she forced it off only to realize it wasn't only her hand.
"...Sticky." She repeated to herself, realizing that she was in fact still covered from head to toe in drying strawberry juice. Not giving her the dignity of even feeling clean after the ordeal... She should have expected as much.
Lady Soleil brought the hand to her face, licking at the back of it, remembering the taste of not only the fruit but also princess Oriane.
Alone at last, Soleil curdled up into the handkerchief, unable to stop herself from whimpering in the dark.
Giantess World
Story Notes:
This is a remake of a story I tried starting about 5 years ago. I lost motivation because of a lack of feedback, but I've always wanted to revisit it now that I got much more experience under my belt.
Author's Chapter Notes:
A maid brings the princess her dinner.
CW: Humiliation, Soft Vore, Getting very close and personal with food
Chapter End Notes:
Full rewrite of the original first chapter! I used to do so much more needless exposition, hopefully I can dial it down to more bearable levels now.
You can probably find the original somewhere in Giantessworld, but I don't recommend it lol.