Your bodyguard shows up.

Nadia - your personal bodyguard. She had been appointed to you seven years ago, when she was just 16, and you were only 14. Standing at 6'2, she looked noticeably more muscular than your wife, but despite the fact that she was easily one of the strongest people in Galantia, she still couldn't come close to beating your wife in a fight. Which makes sense when you consider your wife was able to dispatch an entire squad of soldiers without a scratch, on more than a few occasions.

"Permission to enter?" her voice calls through the room.

"Come in, Nadia," you answer more informally. Entering the room is a woman, completely nude, revealing muscular arms and legs, though nothing too excessive. Visible enough that you can distinguish her abs, but subdued enough that her bare C Cup breasts don't look out of place. Of course, you had seen her naked quite a few times in the past, the most memorable being when you stubbed your toe, shouted, and she came running out of the bath to check on you. She's diligently maintained her appearance since then, as far as you can tell, having the same brown, shoulder length hair, and small, neat patch of brown hair directly above her womanhood.

"Should I retrieve today's outfit, milord?" Nadia asks, noticing only one outfit had been laid out.

"I'm sure Felicity would appreciate it, Nadia," you answer, sitting and stretching as you do, mostly in order to get a better view of your bodyguard's toned ass, easily the best visible result of her athleticism, though her legs were a close second. Standing for the first time today, you continued stretching as your still hard dick bounced a bit. Luckily, all your clothes were tailored so that your erection wasn't terribly uncomfortable, which was a necessity considering how tight some of these outfits can be.

"I've returned, milord," Nadia announces as she comes back from your closet with your outfit, carried at her side as not to conceal any of her body. Today's outfit seemed more formal than usual, likely due to your wife's upcoming trip to the front lines, which means you'd be seeing her off. Negotiations had apparently fallen through with Laksendt to the west, and they had refused to join, as Galantia had. Of course, war had technically broken out a week ago, but your wife had to make preparations while in the capital, so she was leaving now. Apparently, the Aduressians had expected war with Galantia, so when it was simply integrated into the Empire with a royal wedding (of sorts), they were still quite riled up, and instead sought after another fight or conquest, so your shared Western neighbors were targeted. Of course, this meant Galantia was also participating, putting to the test the idea of limited autonomy that your wedding had lead to.

"Thank you, Nadia," you tell her after you finish getting dressed.

"Of course, milord," she responds, always being one to help.

"Oh, I see you're already dressed," Alexandria says as she walks nude out of the bathroom, having already dried off in the bathroom, with an also dry Felicity in tow.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," Nadia says, dropping to one knee as your wife comes back in.

"Hello Nadia," Alexandria greets, as Felicity walks over to your wife's clothes, which she had previously laid out.

"Not yet, Felicity," your wife stops the maid.

"Are you really going through with it?" you ask, realizing what she was probably planning to do.

"I understand that you trust me, darling," Alexandria explains, "But you know your sisters a bit worried about how... intense I was. It's not like there's any benefit to not wearing it."

"You're sure?" you ask.

"Yes, after having been with you, nothing else can truly compare," your wife confirms.

"All right, if you're absolutely certain you'll be fine with it," you sigh, lowering your head.

"Thank you," she says, lifting your chin up to meet her gaze, "I promise you that it doesn't bother me. Now, let's go get set up."