The Proof of Purity is taken more literally by some than others

“Yer Majesty.”

Zelda nodded to the large, bearded, middle-aged man and gave him a polite “Hello” as he knelt between her spread legs. To distract herself from the fact that he was only scant inches away from her open pussy, she did her best to try and place his face among her subjects. Unfortunately her keen mind took only a couple of seconds to remember that he was one of the merchants from the town square.

That left her with around ten seconds to sit there and watch the man stare at her **** exposure while she kept a small, polite smile on her face. If this ceremony wasn't steeped in centuries of traditions, she'd have probably let loose a hysterical giggle at the ridiculousness of it all.

Maybe that was the disadvantage of being trained to rule the country? To the average Hyrule citizen, having their princess prance around naked and go out of her way to expose her body was all a normal part of the coronation process. But they didn't have the advantage... or, perhaps, disadvantage of having grown up surrounded by tutors who, as part of her lessons, had taught her the ways and customs of every known land that they had contact with.

In order to ensure that she didn't start any diplomatic incidents as a future ruler, while she was still a kid she had learned about dozens of cultures beyond their land. Dozens of places where you'd be considered crazy to do what she was doing right now. Dozens more where you'd be considered a sluttish whore for exposing yourself like this. Knowledge, and the perspective it could give, could sometimes be a real curse.

But as completely insane as sitting back in a chair that was designed for the sole purpose of keeping her comfortable while she kept her labia spread for an hour and smiling regally at all of the people who knelt before her was, it was still the role she was expected to play. And as stupid and ridiculous and insane as it all was, she knew that many of her people would be genuinely insulted if she pointed out how abnormal this whole thing was.

Perhaps they had put the role of the princess so far on a pedestal, perhaps they thought highly enough of the typically sheltered royal life, perhaps they thought she was so radiantly pure that she was incapable of thinking that spreading her cunt wide open for all to see was in any way sexual? Maybe the only thing that kept this charade going from generation to generation was each princess's ability to pretend that putting her naked body on display wasn't completely bug-fucking nuts and ninety-nine levels of insane?

Regardless of what the burly man kneeling in front of her thought of his royal ruler showing off the entrance of her vagina to him, he did much the same as all of the ones before him had done. After his allotted time was up, he pushed himself to his feet, keeping his hands less-than-subtly clasped in his lap as he bowed to her (more awkwardly than most – the man seemed more suitable to wrestling Goron than anything graceful), and then stepped out of the way and down the stairs behind her chair so that the next person could take their turn.

The next person turned out to be an elderly woman, who was being accompanied by a girl who was probably her daughter. The reason for the breaking of the one-at-a-time rule became apparent when the younger girl had to help the old woman to kneel before she also knelt a little to the side.

For a moment Zelda was lost – why was the ancient woman kneeling at all? Exceptions to protocol were allowed for people of such advanced age, after all. Zelda's heart sunk in her bare chest as her bright mind interpreted the old woman's posture and demeanour and extrapolated the likely reason.

If she could have, she would have let out a very hearty swear. As it was, she barely managed to keep herself from squirming in discomfort. At the start of the day, she'd assumed that the worst she'd face in this part of the ceremony would be a long line of men doing a poor job of hiding their erections at the sight of her. Or, perhaps equally, a long line of women not-so hiding their arousal, depending on how the Gerudo acted when they had their turn. Unfortunately, she'd just found out that there was something that could make her feel more uncomfortable about her exposure than simple biological reactions to attraction. And that was what this woman was doing.

With her limited time, the old woman stared myopically into Zelda's glistening pink hole as she muttered a short, seemingly heartfelt and devout prayer to the Goddess Hylia.

Zelda barely resisted the urge to flinch as the old women prayed to her young cunt as if it was a holy relic, even as she resigned herself to it surely happening again a few more times before this parade was done. As she stifled her reaction, she cursed her lack of forethought in not predicting this would happen. She really should have anticipated it.

After all, while some of the attendees may see her nudity in the light of an attractive young woman, and others might see her in the light of a soon-to-be queen who was giving them a once-in-a-lifetime, normally forbidden sight, there was a third set of people: the ones who viewed all of the princesses of her line, all of the Zeldas stretching back to the first of that name, as direct descendants of the Goddess Hylia. To worshippers such as this, her exposed body was not obscene or salacious. It was sacred – her bared breasts and glistening pussy was a distant reflection of the matron goddess who had saved all of the races from destruction at the hands of demons and who had given birth to the royal line that had protected this land for aeons.

Zelda was no idiot, and had easily deciphered the looks of every single person who had viewed her exposed body. She had counted each person – both men and women – who had looked at her and fantasised about taking her sexually. She had noted each of the ones who took delight in the schadenfreude of a princess displaying herself so fully for them. She had identified those who admired her for seemingly being so brave in exposing her body to them or who felt jealousy at her trim figure. She had even catalogued those few with no actual interest in her body who attended merely for ceremony's sake. All of them had made her aware of her naked body and how she was being judged for it. All of them had made Zelda wish she could run back to her room and hide under her bed sheets.

But none of them made her want to hide her body more than the harmless woman who was looking at her body as if she expected an angel to fly out of her vagina at any moment. As bad as being ogled was, she could at least comfort herself with the thought that the person staring at her tits and pussy would likely be distracted by some other young woman's body by next week as her body faded into one of a thousand fantasies for the person. But what was she meant to do about people who prayed to her naked body? Would this old women be repeating this prayer at the cathedral for the rest of her life, all while remembering this moment? Prying open her labia shouldn't be seen as sacred to anyone, but here she was...

Finally, after several agonisingly long seconds, the allotted time ended and the younger woman helped the religious crone to her feet to the increasingly familiar accompaniment of a clicking sound.