A Night to Remember

It's safe to say that Lydia wasn't the most regal of princesses.

She dressed the part, and she wasn't shy about throwing around her status! But when it came to actual responsibility, she was severely lacking. She didn't bother with politics, royal etiquette or leadership-- But she was very good with people.

There's value in being sociable. Likeable. It's a skill that many queens never learn.

Lydia might seem flighty and irresponsible-- But she knew her citizens. She knew their names, their roles, their families. She played with their children, brought spare supplies to the baker, chatted with the guards! The town LOVED her, appreciated her! And that made her enough of a target.

She remembered it distinctly. Despite the beers.

She'd snuck out to the local tavern, as she often did, and drank herself silly with the local adventuring party well into the night! They laughed, they danced-- And yeah, they made fun of the stuffy queen a bit. But it was a grand time!

Until the mist.

"Uh ohhh, fog's rolling in, boys!" Lydia had laughed, her words slurred by too many drinks.

A thick mist surrounded them! Or rather, surrounded Lydia, specifically. Some of the warriors seemed confused, others drew their swords! A clear night. Nowhere near the water. This mist wasn't natural...

"Huuh? Guys, what's up? You're ruining the vibe!"

Lydia came staggering out of the mist. Butt naked. Her breasts wobbled and swayed with her stumbling, her pale body shining in the moonlight! It was only when she took a swig of her ****-- And felt it drip onto her bare skin-- That she took notice.

And what followed was a string of... Less than princess-like expletives.

"F... FUCK! What the fu-- What happened? Where's my dress? Where's my panties?! You guys can't see me like--!"

Drunken speech mixed with panic as she waved through the mist in search of her clothes. Never realizing that this mist WAS her clothes. With nothing to cover herself, she'd ultimately run back to the castle, clutching her bare tits with both hands!

It was late. Nobody saw her, that she knew of, and nobody believed the sufficiently drunken adventurers. And their tale of the streaking princess.

That was several days ago. Forget leaving the castle-- Lydia had been too embarrassed to leave her room! But today, she'd finally have to get moving...