Clean up, and a trip back to the royal chambers.

Nadia wasn't unaccustomed to cleaning you and Alexandria out, but Stella was far messier than her sister. Though that just meant that when you were being cleaned off, after she finished Stella, she had to spend far more time with your dick in her mouth. Felicity, after getting the bath running, began dressing your wife. It wasn't actually an outfit that necessitated this, it was comfortable and light enough to be worn under her armor, after all, but after the talk of Felicity being "punished" it only made sense. And after she was dressed, the Nekomi was made to once again help out in the shower, while Nadia was still cleaning you off.

"I'll be heading off to the armory, alright darling?" your wife tells you, heading towards the door, before adding, "And don't forget, you're free to repeat that performance whenever you like."

"I'll keep that in mind, dear," you say, Nadia still cleaning your cock, even as your wife opened the door to leave. After a few moments, Nadia pulled back, leaving your hard member covered in saliva, but otherwise cleaned.

"Is that satisfactory, milord?" Nadia asks, looking past your dick at you.

"Yes, thank you, Nadia," you answer, sitting up, "After I'm dressed, we'll head back to get your armor."

"Thank you, Lord Sean," Nadia says, standing up and heading over to your clothes. Though before you could get dressed for the second time today, you utilize Prestidigitation to freshen yourself up. It wasn't a substitute for a shower, but you had taken one last night, and utilizing Stella's shower while she was in there would be counterproductive to getting clean.

Walking back through the halls to get back to your bedroom, after you were dressed, but Nadia was still nude, you only then realize you probably should've borrowed something from your sister-in-law. Nadia didn't seem to mind much, thankfully, and getting to watch her toned ass slightly sway in front of you was always nice. Of course, there was plenty else to look at - several of the maids were still naked, presumably not having had a chance to get dressed. You also saw several folded maid outfits on some of the tables as you walked, each one topped by it's owner's underwear. You thought about offering one to your bare bodied guard, but realized she would probably refuse anyway. Though that got you thinking, your wife expected you to punish Felicity. Honestly, while she did seem... somewhat upset at the girl, it was a pretty frivolous reason. It's not like she was told she had to bring the clothes with her. It's entirely possible she really was trying to get you to sleep with a bunch of women, and thought this would be a way to get you to do something sexual with the girl. In fact, the fact that the punishment was for something so minor may have been part of the plan. She's put her lips on your dick so many times before, and she's swallowed your semen at least a dozen times from Alexandria's pussy, so making her suck you off wouldn't be that bad for the girl. Tacking it on to the girl's itinerary, without removing any of her typical duties would technically be a punishment.

Once again, your inner monologue is cut short when you reach a bedroom, though this time it's yours. Man, this palace really is big. As Nadia grabs her clothes and armor, the two of you head in, letting her get dressed with at least some privacy. Heading over to your vanity, you began touching up your shoulder length chestnut hair. Well-maintained somewhat long hair on men was a symbol of nobility, since it meant you had the time to maintain it, where most people below the merchant class wouldn't. It was mostly to show off to other nobles, but you liked it a bit. Besides, it'd help if you ever started going bald. After your hair was done to your satisfaction, you decided to get some reading in, while Nadia stood by the door, as was typical. Most days, you found yourself shadowing your wife, but whenever you weren't in the mood, you typically just sat in here, or the study, to read. Chancellor Dahlia had said she'd come and get you in your room when it was time to send off your wife, so you stayed put.

"Lord Sean? Are you ready?" You heard the chancellor say through your door, after about a half hour.

"Yes, I'll be right out," you say, bookmarking the latest comedy you had been reading as Nadia opened the door for you. Chancellor Dahlia was a slightly older woman, at 39 years of age, and just barely taller than you, at 5'8, though she was currently wearing heels, which meant her sizable DD Breasts were closer to your face than was typical. She was a Half Elf, so despite her slightly older age, she may as well have been a voluptuous 23 year old human with pointed ears, and would likely only physically age by a few years for the next five or six decades.

"Shall we?" she asks, pleasantly smiling at you.

"Of course, lead the way," you respond, standing in the doorway.

"Do you remember the plan?" Dahlia questions, her green eyes on you as the two of you walk side by side towards the throne room.

"Myself and Alexandria will walk from the thrones, out of the throne room, through the great hall, past the gates, the drawbridge, then turn right, where the soldiers and officers will file in behind us. Then we march to the west gate, where I'll stay and see them off."

"Exactly right," Dahlia praises, "I was hoping to talk to you about everything that's going on, but unfortunately, there's just that much going on. Like how you'll be expected to fill in for some of her Majesty's duties, but you're already with her for them half the time anyway."

"Yeah, I've got plenty of experience with royal appearances," you point out.

"Yes, but these are imperial appearances," Dahlia teases.

"Yeah I'm gonna have to get used to that," you admit.

"Hey Sean, hey Dahlia, hey Nadia!" Stella greeted as the three of you entered the throne room, where she was already waiting, the room lined with maids, several of them still nude, Felicity among them.

"Alexandria should almost be ready," Dahlia explains, "This will only be the second time you see her in armor, correct?"

"Yeah," you say, remembering when you first saw her walk into the Galantian throne room, her jet black armor clearly imposing upon everyone in there, when your reminiscing was cut short by the real sounds of her armor clanking as she walked. Looking over, you see your wife, wearing that exact same armor, though her helmet was off, which was probably more imposing, considering her bright red eyes. Though last time she wore this armor, her face was fierce and determined. Though her determination remained, the ferocity was replaced with pride, as she beamed, staring directly at you as she marched towards you.

"Shall we, my darling?" your wife, Alexandria Blaithyd, Empress of Aduress, asks you, her arm hooked for you to grab onto.

"Of course, my love," you answer, as the Empress's Consort, former Second Prince of the Kingdom of Galantia, Sean Williams, holding on to your wife's armored arm, and walking alongside her. The maids bow, their heads as low as their hips, as the pair of you walk by. Stella and Dahlia follow behind, walking side by side, and Nadia follows behind them. As you pass through the Great Hall, nobles stand, lining your path, bowing their heads as you pass by. You note the heavy lean towards noblewomen, with most of the men appearing to be elders.

Exiting the Palace, the streets were lined with soldiers, and where there weren't soldiers, were civilians, excited to watch the soldiers go marching off. Stopping at the top of the steps, just past the drawbridge, your wife began to make an announcement.

"People of Aduress!" she called, her voice powerful enough to carry throughout the streets, "Today, we march to Laksendt, in pursuit of peace and stability amongst the nations of the world. As you march, preparing to make strides towards global unity, remember the steps we have taken, and those we have lost along the way. This war marks a significant step forward for Aduress, the people of Galantia, still being integrated into our fine Empire, ride alongside us. Know now that they are your brethren, that you should treat them as you do any of your kin. My husband stands here beside me as living proof that unity is the way forward. Need you remember this bond, take this sight in." With that, she turns, placing a kiss directly onto your lips, that you immediately begin reciprocating, as the crowd erupts in boisterous cheer and applause.

You had always been a popular prince. Advocating for greater public education, and personally campaigning amongst the noble class for support of such a cause was what you were known for. Of course, it wasn't the only project you supported, but it was the one you most vocally pushed for, and got results. Your natural charisma and solid looks didn't hurt either. But a cheer like this? This is something you could never achieve on your own. Here in Aduress, you weren't just a prince, or even just the Empress's consort, you were a symbol. You were the representation of everything they had believed in - a future, free of international conflict, one built on cooperation, and foresight, rather than blind devotion. This kiss may be a reminder, and a potent one at that, but your presence could simply be inspiring on it's own.

Or maybe they just thought you two made a great couple.

Either way, after a very passionate, and quite extended kiss, the two of you continued, still arm in arm, down the stairs, and towards the west gate. Upon reaching the west gate, the five of you stopped, and you retracted your arm from your wife as she stepped in front of you, and turned around.

"Be safe, my dear," you tell her, projecting your voice so that everyone could hear you.

"I will return, my darling," she replies, before adding, "And with me, I shall bring glory to Aduress!" while raising her clenched fist.

"Glory to Aduress!" comes the chant from behind you, the soldiers mimicking your wife's action. For your part, you turn, and alongside Stella, Dahlia, and Nadia, walk to the side of the gate, as Alexandria's stallion, dark as her armor, gallops towards her.

"Soldiers!" the Empress calls, mounting her noble steed, "With me!"

"For the Empress!" they call back, beginning their march as Alexandria's steed trots onward. Waving and smiling at soldiers as they pass, many turn to look at you. You suspect a good few of them were only just seeing you for the first time, not having made too many appearance before the general public before today. And as you look back, you notice and overwhelming number of women amongst them. It seems Alexandria wasn't kidding when she said the majority of her forces where female.

After all the soldiers had passed, and had faded into the horizon, it was time to head back to the palace, going back the way you came, this time with Nadia at your side, rather than Alexandria, though your arms weren't locked to hers. It seems most of the citizens had already gone back to business as usual, many of which were, once again, women. You make a note to ask someone about that at a later point. Though, right now, your focus was on something else - your stomach, which let out a mighty roar as you walked.

"Sean, did you forget to eat today?" Dahlia accused.

"Ah, yeah," you admit, before realizing, "This morning was a bit wild, did Alexandria eat?"

"Yes, before putting her armor on," Dahlia tells you, "I guess she assumed you were going to head down to eat at some point."

"And you call me a scatterbrain," Stella teases, before her own stomach growls, "Th-that's just because I'm already hungry again! Ask Felicity, I ate!"

"Did you eat, Nadia?" Dahlia wonders.

"I train first thing in the morning, then eat breakfast, typically well before Lord Sean and Her Majesty awake," Nadia explains, "I apologize for letting milord go without eating, and not realizing it."

"Well, luckily I already told the staff to whip up a small banquet for lunch," Dahlia says, "Though that was mostly because of the nobles who were visiting the palace today."

"Ah, perfect," you say, before your stomach grumbles again.