Don't worry about it

Bruja is clearly old enough to know what is and is not a concern, and if he says it can wait a few days, than it can wait. If there was anything truly urgent going on, you would have heard about it by now, either from him, one of your other advisors, or your mother.

"Let's talk about this another time Bruja. I'd hate to become distracted among the ceremony and the festivities worrying about some frivolous problem I can't immediately remedy."

"Yes, of course Your Majesty. I will leave you to your bath, and your preparations. I am sure this will be a day worthy of history, in exacting detail." You smile at your advisors dedication to his craft, and to his position.

"Bruja, it'll be a long few days I'm sure. You're free to use a bath yourself, if it will be invigorating and help with your condition"

The archivist bows, to the degree he is able, and moves towards an adjacent bath "Thank you Your Majesty, you are too kind." The feeble man moves slowly out of your vision, but you can hear the weight of old age fall off his weary bones as he enters.

Free of any other distractions, you begin your bath in earnest, cleaning the whole of your body in exacting detail. The warmth of the water from Bruja's magic is relaxing and stimulating, though that's hardly the whole story. The honored guests are not just coming to recognize and respect your ascension to the throne and your mothers wedding, but to engage in all manner of sordid excesses. While nobility provided no small amount of wealth and privilege to those lucky enough to have been born into it, it also typically came with a very confining set of standards for moral and honorable behavior, and there has been an unwritten law of understanding that anything that may have occurred in the territory of your kingdom, for all intents and purposes, never actually happened.

You briefly checked to ensure that Bruja could not see you from his position in the other bath, and began to fondle your huge breasts and finger your recently fucked pussy. It's not as though what you were about to would be shameful to him, but the excitement of not being caught was still a further turnon. Your eyes closed as your mind wandered, wondering what hedonistic displays you could either be witnessed to, or a participant in. You envision the dining hall, filled with tables and chairs of a great feast with all manner of guests, your throne at the far end. Amongst all the pomp and pageantry, you sit atop your throne, your dress lifted and your legs spread, one raised over the arm of a throne, while some complete stranger eats you out in public, for everyone to see. It doesn't take long for you to reach a climax, and you dip your head in the water to prevent yourself from screaming and being caught.

You remove yourself from the baths, properly cleaned and calmed down, mostly. You begin to prepare for the days events in earnest, and once that begins, every moment seems to fly by. The coronation itself was an extravagant, and truly noble affair, one of the few events in your Kingdom where blatant hedonism has not inserted itself. The immediate events after are also innocent in nature, as nobles, wealthy merchants, and old family friends alike provide genuine thanks and well wishes for your future.

The twilight hours approach, and the proper festivities have begun. The dining hall, ballroom, public baths, and veranda overlooking the ocean are all interconnected so that honored guests may easily transit from one to other. It's only a matter of time before this place becomes a sea of chaos, it's only a matter of when, and whether you wish to be an instigator, or if you wish to spectate. It also seems that there are some aiming for your attention before the ensuing debauchery.