Princess Duties

"Mom, I really don't want to do this..."

"How is that different from any other day?" Queen Olivia sighed as she strolled along the main foyer. "You've been good about staying home. Which I appreciate. But that doesn't mean you can lock yourself in your room all day."

Lydia shared her mother's looks in most regards. Their silky black hair, fair skin, brilliant green eyes. Of course, Olivia was older, and sporting far heavier breasts than the beloved princess-- which she highlighted tastefully. But that's where the resemblance stopped.

Olivia could be described as... Stuffy. Elite. Hardly concerning herself with the common folk. And yet, she insisted on today's plans.

A tournament amongst the kingdom's knights, and any local fighters that hoped to one day bare their sigil! It was little more than a glorified sports festival, with the winner receiving personal commendations from the queen...

And a kiss from Princess Lydia.

Lydia hated this tradition. Not the festival itself, but her role! She'd much rather be in the stands than lording above everyone, and handing out a kiss as a grand prize.

Today, though, she was dreading it for another reason.

She remembered that night. The mist. The cold air. The jiggling of her pale butt as she sprinted back home. She didn't know the specifics of her curse, but leaving felt... Scary, all the sudden...

"I don't suppose the festival is in the castle courtyard this year...?"

"After building that blasted arena? Please. Come along, and please, try to be professional today..."

With that, Olivia piled her way into the carriage, escorted by her guards. Lydia gulped and checked herself over. Her outfit was full, heavy, a bit much for this hot weather... But intact. She reluctantly trudged after mother, into the carriage.

As a small trail of mist wafted off the hem of her dress...