Succession to the Throne

"Close the door," you order and wait until the knave turns toward you.

"Usually, I would ask my maids this favor...," you start before making a pregnant pause.

"... but in this case, it isn't possible," you continue, lowering your eyes.

"The... it's just impossible...," you sigh and turn your back on him.

After waiting some moments, you finally come to the point.

"This is where you come into play...," you say in a low voice.

"I heard, that you took care of your lord's hair removal...," you add, looking over your shoulder and glancing at the knave.

"Y-y-yes, Mylady," he answers, hastily averting his eyes from your shapely buttocks.

"That's good...," you mutter softly, and go to the high back armchair, which stands in the corner of your bed-chamber.

"Come here," you demand from the varlet, and wait until he stops a respectful distance behind you.

"Help me out of my robe," you request.

"Sh-sh-shouldn't I call for a m-m-maid?"

With your eyes closed, you let some air flow through your nose quite audibly.

"I can assure you, that I can call a maid by myself, if I need one," you hiss at him.

"Y-y-yes, Mylady," the intimidated knave replies, and clumsily tampers with your robe.

He fumbles awhile until he finally pulls the silk over your head, and you are standing in front of him au naturel.

"Avert your gaze," you instruct him.

"Y-y-yes, Mylady!"

With a smile on your lips, you turn around and make sure, that he obeyed your order. Then you take a seat on the chair, on which you spread some cloth before the varlet's visit.

"Come here," you finally say, whereupon the knave turns around.

"Oh... I'm s-s-sorry, Mylady," he stammers, immediately averting his eyes after seeing your birthday suit.

"Look at me," you demand with a soft, but confident voice, while slowly getting nervous.

"B-b-but... I can't l-l-l-..."

"You doubt my judgment again?" you sigh, unaffected.

"N-n-no, Mylady!" the knave replies, continuing to hide his eyes behind his hand.

"Look at me!" you repeat with a commanding tone.

"O-o-of course, Myl-l-l-...," he starts, but couldn't end the sentence.

His jaw hits the ground at the sight of your naked body, even though he can only see your bare breasts and the curves of your body since your thighs are modestly closed with your folded hands lying on your lap.

"You should be familiar with that...," you say after some moments, pointing at the side table with one hand, while the other still covers your genital area.

The varlet needs a second to tear his eyes away from your feminine curves before he pays attention to the utensils on the table.

"Y-y-yes, Mylady!"

"Well then, what are you waiting for?" you ask after some moments.

"I-I-I'm sorry, Mylady," the varlet replies, and immediately prepares everything, glancing at your tits again and again, without daring to look at you directly.

"M-m-mylady... w-w-where should I start?" he finally asks.

"Between my legs." you answer and simultaneously open your thighs.

The knave swallows hard, and spellboundedly stares at your uncovered, royal pussy. He already has a small bulge in his pants from viewing your nude breast, but now you can clearly see the growing outlines of his upswelling genital. The effect, which your body causes on the knave, fills you with pride and satisfaction, so you allow yourself to wait some seconds before you clap your hands twice to end his trance.

"I-I-I'm sorry, Mylady! I d-d-didn't want to...," he stammers and hastily averts his gaze from your crotch.

"Look at me," you bark at him.

"I-I-I'm sorry, M-m-myl-l- -," the varlet splutters, trembling all over.

"Shut up," you interrupt him.

"First of all, you'll familiarize with my private parts," you instruct him, slide your buttocks to the foremost edge of the chair, and look at the knave expectantly.

"What are you waiting for?"

"I-I-I'm sorry, Mylady," he answers with a tremulous voice, ere he kneels down in front of you.

"Place your fingers on my private parts," you order and spread your thighs as far as possible.

He touches your pussy lips with his trembling fingertips and caresses your Venus mound tenderly.

"My skin down there is very tender and ! You have to be extremely careful when you shave me there," you explain with a calm voice and hide the sprouting nervousness.

"Take your time! You must not injure me by any means," you warn him insistently.

"Y-y-yes, Mylady."

"It's very important, that my skin is tightly stretched the whole time."

"Y-y-yes, Mylady."

"Show me," you claim.

"Y-y-yes, Mylady."

Without contradiction, he starts to stretch the tender skin of your vulva and your pussy lips, while he is panting quietly again and again.

"A bit tighter," you instruct him until it was nearly painful.

"Well! That's perfect," you finally say, "I think, you can start."

"Y-y-yes, M-m-mylady," he gasps breathlessly and stands up slowly.

Somewhat surprised you notice that his erection has changed a little and you have to smile as you detect the small, wet stain at the spot of his pants where the tip of his genital was before. His low self-control makes you wonder if he is still a virgin, though you are even relieved about it because he could need a calm hand avoid any cuts.

The varlet takes the bowl, in which he has compounded a creamy foam, and kneels down in front of you again. With a soft brush, he soaps the hair stubbles, which are about as long as your eyebrows by now. After foaming your whole genital area, he stands up and gets the razor from the side table.

Your heart beats like crazy, as he places his hand on your belly, stretching the soft skin of your Venus mound. One moment later you feel the cold, sharp knife touching your skin and moving down slowly. Your fingers claw into the arm of the chair, while you are getting freaked out more and more.

You couldn't keep an injury of your genitals secret and if the king finds out that you get shaved, he would lock you up in your bed-chamber for months, making sure that no man would enter this wing of the palace. Furthermore, the young man kneeling in front of you would be beheaded.

"F-f-finished, Mylady," the varlet suddenly says, wiping your royal vulva with a towel.

"Finished???" you ask stunned.

"Y-y-yes, M-m-mylady,"

You doubtfully run your hand between your legs and check the result. Your pubic area is smooth like silk, and seemingly unhurt.

"Beautiful...," you aspirate astonished, caressing your soft, tender skin.

"M-m-mylady...?!" he interrupts your thoughts, "W-w-where should I continue?"

"That was it...," you answer abstractedly, "Everything else can be done by my maids..."

"You may be excused now...," you add, while you put your robe back on.

"Th-th-thank you, Mylady!"

"Oh... wait a second...," you hold the knave back as he reaches the small servants' entrance.

"You did a good job," you say, coming up to him.

"Th-th-thank you, Mylady! I-I-I'm happy to be your h-h-humble servant," he bows down ere you reach him.

"You know, that this has to be our little secret...," you whisper in his ear, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your breast against his chest.

"Y-y-yes, M-m-myl-l-lady," he stammers breathlessly.

"You'll get your reward soon...," you promise in a low voice before you give him a peck on his cheek.

---

After the varlet finally left your bed-chamber, you empty the remaining shaving foam into the chamber pot, hide the shaving utensils in a secret compartment and go back to bed. Lying there, you relieve the stress of the last days. With the help of the shy knave, you can probably prevent an arranged marriage with a man you have never seen before. He may be a perfect replacement for Sir Ellington, who cared about your intimate shaving before the king sent him to the cold and barren Eleysinisha.

Why was he that fast? you ask yourself because Sir Ellington always needed four times longer to do the job.

"You little perv," you aspirate after some moments, wishing him some frosty nights in Eleysinisha.

While waiting for the forthcoming inspection, the words, your younger brother said to you yesterday, return to your mind.

"You are just a princess...," he said derogative, "Your only usage is to get married for improving the relationship to our allies!"

It was like an explosion in your head and although you never were interested in politics you decided to become the next successor to the throne.

You think about your plans to reach your goal when someone knocks at your door.

"Come in!" you say.

A moment later, three of your maids enter your bed-chamber.

"His royal highness, King of Velonia announced another inspection of your royal pubes," one of them says.

I know..., you think because your informant told you the same last night and arranged the visit of the varlet.

"Let's do it...," you sigh, stand up and raise your arms.

Your maids undress your night robe and help you to put on that special piece of clothing which was only made for this purpose. This ugly rag consists of a shirt combined with two trouser legs, leaving your crotch uncovered.

Then, they bring a high chair and assist you climbing on it. You know the procedure very well and spread your thighs while the maids open the heavy double door of your chamber.

"Leave us alone," the king bawls your maids out as he enters the room.

Followed by his pregnant queen he comes to you and takes his time to inspect your soft, hairless genital area.

"Why can't that fucking broad just get a single hair???" he yells, running out of your chamber.

"Father," you shout, jumping from the chair and running after him.

"Father... please! I want to get married so badly," you lie.

"Sweetheart... no one will mind if she has no pubic hair," your mother says to the king. "In fact, the Ishanii even love it hairless!"

"NO! My daughter has to be a real woman when she gets married" your father reacts as expected.

"Father... please...," you look at him with dog eyes.

"No, that is my last word!"

"Then let me go to the beldam of Eldritch Vale! Maybe she can help me...," you snivel.

The king of Velonia looks in your teary eyes for some seconds before he slightly nods.

"Knight Ethan and his men will escort you," he adds.

"Wait... I should rather travel with small attendance! It's much safer for me if no one knows about my journey... and you can use Knight Ethan's men much better elsewhere," you counter.

"Mh... I'll think about it, daughter," he answers before he leaves.

---

"What about him?" you ask, pointing on a huge knave, who was a well-known skirt chaser.

"No," your mother and father say simultaneously.

"Hm...," you make, pretending to look around for another candidate.

"He seems to be a good warrior...," you are finally pointing at the knave, who shaved you yesterday.

"Hm...," your father sighs and turns to your mother, "What do you think about him, Talina?"

"He is that shy young servant... he wouldn't even touch her if she were to lie open and nak-," your mother says, without ending the sentence.

---

As the sun rises, you are sitting on a horse, at least one hour away from the comforts of being a princess.

"M-m-mylady, should we h-h-have a break?", the varlet asks.

"No, we will ride until noon," you reply, trotting towards the parting of the ways.

I need to find allies and I need to find a way of changing the line of succession..., you think, while slowing down your horse, I will likely need to use my womanly wile, but if I want to be successful, I mustn't risk pregnancy. It would probably be the best if I ask the bedlam for a remedy against getting pregnant...