Ciri becomes Empress… naked

“People of Nilfgaard,” Ciri said, her arms covering what she could, but as she did, the chamberlain smacked them away, forcing them to her sides. “I am Cirilla. Witcher and now Empress. I will be taking my father’s place as ruler of Nilfgaard. As a result, there will be many changes including the freedom of all mages, equality for all races, and peace at last within our empire.”

“Why are you naked?!” Someone shouted from below.

“Yeah! Holy shit, naked Empress!”

“Look at those tits on that lass!”

The chamberlain cleared his throat. “This is a new attire that Empress Cirilla has invoked. As of this moment and the rest of her reign, Cirilla shall rule… naked!”

Ciri’s eyes widened as she turned to the chamberlain. “What?! That’s not what we agreed on!”

“It will be done as decreed! And should Cirilla ever be caught wearing clothes! They shall be stripped of her and punishment may follow!” The chamberlain yelled.

Ciri’s jaw dropped as the crowd cheered down below. “Holy shit, naked empress!”

“I can’t wait to punish the lass for wearing clothes!”

“Let her be spanked before us all! That’ll be a sight to see.”

“And now, let us commence the ceremony! You may all enter the palace and celebrate this momentous occasion with Empress Cirilla!”

The crowd cheered and everyone rushed inside. Ciri turned to the chamberlain. “What was that? I have to rule naked?!”

“Consider it the penalty of lying to the now late emperor about your status,” the chamberlain said. “And it will be enforced. To the letter.”

Ciri turned to Yennefer. “Can he do this?”

“I’m sorry,” Yennefer said. “But it’s not in my control. The decree is binding.”