Three nights later

“Why must I wear this again?” you said, grinding your teeth as your servants helped you into a very thin, very revealing red dress. It had been roughly two days since the start of the siege, and your progress has been slow, to put it mildly. Thus far, you have only been able to dent and loosen the steel gate, as well as crack the mortar, and drive off any opposition atop your portion of the wall. However, despite the mild damage done to the gate, it has done far more damage to your ships.

The rams were starting to wear down, you went through several banks of oars, and the hulls of two of your ships are starting to buckle. So, after a quick emergency meeting with your counsel, it was unanimously agreed that all of your efforts should be redirected towards building the ram ship. Fortunately, the Valkyries had already gotten a head start on the project, not only having emptied the ship but also gutted it and build several more oar slots. All they were really lacking was wood strong enough to reinforce the hull and a bronze ram head strong enough to punch through the gate, which brings you to tonight's dinner and the dress.

Like most Acorrian dresses, it is both sheer and very revealing to help accommodate for the **** heat of Accor. Your top was a pair of thin silk red bands that clip onto a delicate gold necklace around your neck and a golden band that encircles your torso just under your bust. The strips really don't cover nearly as much of your breasts as you would have wanted, leaving the cleavage between the mounds the sides of your bust exposed along with every inch of your toned abdomen. The skirt that clings to your hips is long and loose, reaching all the way down to your feet on the sides and back. However, in a nod to your warrior standing, the front had been cut out and had been replaced by a loincloth of golden scales that hangs between your bare thighs. You also had a pair of small golden bracelets clasped around your wrists, a few other pieces of gold jewelry coiled around your arms, ankles, and lower torso, as well as a golden tiara in your hair.

“Oh, relax, dear,” said Laoda with a smile, “You look lovely.”

You scowl at the beautiful woman as a servant styles your raven hair. “Lovely?” you growl, “I am the Warrior Queen of the Amazons, not a noble of the east. I am not meant to be…decorated.”

Laoda smirks and bats her eyes slowly, unfazed by your objection. “My dear Xira,” she gracefully saunters around your exquisitely-dressed figure, “As I stated before, you will find that men are more agreeable to work with when they are aroused, and not fearing for their life.”

“Fine,” you scoff as the servant finishes adjusting your dress. Laoda gently leads you by the hand and sits you down in front of the large mirror that you almost never use. Then, much to your dread, the woman pulls from her sleeve a silk bag full of makeup. “You are not putting that shit on my face!” You growl, staring angrily into her eyes.

“It won’t kill you to look like a Queen for one night,” Laoda soft voice becomes almost stern as she pulls out a paintbrush and dips it into a dark powder. “Now stop acting like a child.” After motioning for the servants to leave, the priestess starts brushing your cheeks. “If it helps, I invited Ceno to join us,” she adds with a warm smile, “He has proven to be quite a talented merchant and will likely be able to help you acquire what you need with minimal cost. Just remember what I taught you when you are in public with him. Don’t focus all of your aroused gazes on him. Make it clear that he is just one of many suiters, and not even a favored one.”

You nod carefully, so as not to mess up Laoda’s work. Just as the Sisters of Accor were continuing the siege, you were also continuing your nightly lessons with Ceno. Sneaking almost nightly with Laoda out of the Amazon camp and into Ceno's tent where she would teach you both how to make love without making a child. Unfortunately, the lessons were progressing about as well as the siege. It wasn’t that you weren’t enjoying yourself. The young prince was absolutely amazing with his hands and had brought you to some earth-shattering climaxes. No, the problem was that he isn’t pulling out fast enough, and in some cases preventing you from pulling away. You didn’t know if it was due to his inexperience, the effects of the curse, or if he just really wants you to bear his child. Whatever the reason, you were starting to get a little frustrated with your lover’s inability to take his cock out before he blows.

“There,” Laoda’s soft voice breaks you from your thoughts, “Now, that wasn’t so bad.”

You turn to the mirror and frown at the woman you see staring back at you, “By the gods,” you groaned, “I look like-”

“A very exotic and beautiful Queen,” Laoda finishes your statement with possibly the last words that came to mind. “Come Dear, the diplomats are waiting.”