The vast chamber is now filled with what must be three or four hundred people. I am extremely nervous as some of them look more than intimidating. We are stormed with a torrent of questions the moment they enter. Now, the envoys are entering one at a time. My heart is jumping out of my chest. What's worse is I feel naked up here in front of all these people. When I think about it, I might as well be. I'm sweating, and to my embarrassment, this makes my dress shiny and damn near translucent. My nipples stand out like sore thumbs. Now I know how women with large breasts feel when guys stare at their chests. I have a whole room staring at mine. The fact that there are two other pairs to stare at doesn't matter. Since they are family, it's a problem. As much as possible, I keep my legs together. The entire room could see between my legs if I didn't sit properly. It's a mind-numbing experience.
I notice that everyone, other than my sisters, the priestess, and the handmaids, wears shoes of some type. I also notice that no one walks on the royal blue carpet. It's odd, and there are paths for people to avoid, or someone has laid another rug over it. In those areas, guards stand ready, guiding or ordering people to move along. The same man who made the first announcement is now at the base of the steps.
"Introducing Prince Barrios Aleckzander Revennaut, Heir to the Kingdom of Byzantia. Elder brother of three. Duke Bardas Aleckzander Revennaut, First General of the mighty Byzantia Legions," the man announces.
Both dark-skinned men step forward. They are the epitome of intimidation. Barrios is a towering man, even from where I am. His well-kept hair is jet-black and wavy. He has an oblong face with a square jaw that is the picture of strength. His deep green eyes are striking, along with his medium-sized but slender nose and stern lips. The man has muscles that show through his formal military uniform. It's dark green with dozens of medals adorning his chest. The myth that strength-bound men have small dicks is false here. I swallow deeply at how large he is, almost envious that mine was not that huge. His brother, I assume, is just as muscular as him. There is little to differentiate them from each other. Bardas' hair is shoulder-length, the only thing separating them aside from him looking a tad bit younger. If I were a girl, I might have fawned over them.
"Princess Laria and Princess Faria. The envoys are awaiting you in the antechamber," the announcer says.
Both Penelope and Allysandra come to lead my siblings away. All I can do is watch as they hesitantly stand and leave. Allysandra and Faria go to the left antechamber, and Penelope and Laria go to the right. This makes me feel more awkward. My heart is jumping out of my chest. Both men are eyeing me intensely, and it's most uncomfortable. What's worse is they walk up the stairs, sitting in my sister's place, causing a roar of chatter. The entire chamber becomes upset.
"W-what are you doing?" I stutter.
"She speaks finally instead of using proxies," Barrios says coldly.
"Are you some lowly servant pretending to be a royal? That would be such a distasteful ploy," Bardas adds.
I am at a loss for words. When I open my mouth to speak, Barrios cuts me off again.
"What do you plan to do?" he asks.
"Do about what?" I say in the most girlish voice I've ever heard.
I immediately regret opening my mouth. Up until that moment, I sounded like myself. Now, it's like my voice has changed on the spot.
"Are you the royal that is supposed to rule this kingdom? You don't look like a royal. Brother, I think she might be lower than a servant. Perhaps a peasant or slave," Bardas says.
"The Kingdom of Sidra doesn't employ slaves! It's against our highest laws. To speak to the next High Queen in such a manner is insulting!" Constance says.
"May I remind you, Regency, our armies stand on your borders? Therefore, you should take care of what is said next," Barrios says coldly.
For whatever reason, that pisses me off. I don't like bullies; I never have. Growing up, I couldn't stand by while someone was bullied. None of us could. Because of this, we were involved in many brawls. That was the one thing that got under my skin.
"Don't ever talk to her like that again!" I yell, standing up. I feel my breasts jiggle more than I would like, but I hope I've made my point.
The room goes quiet. I look right into Barrios' eyes. I won't lie; my legs tremble, and I hope no one notices. He looks down slightly at my midsection. Not enough for others below to see, but enough for me to know that he sees my thighs shaking. Despite trying to stay still, my thighs vibrate with the translucent fabric of my dress. I know he has seen it. Both of them have seen, and I don't have to see Bardas to know that.
"Look at her; she has such a fierce spirit," Bardas says.
"Yes, a spirit worth conquering," Barrios says.
"I'm sure our brother Duke Basilides will enjoy this one as well," Bardas says.
"I'm sorry, but what are you talking about? I can't hear you over that mumbling!" I say, growing a backbone.
"Who do I have to speak with to make it official?" Barrios says, still looking me in the eyes.
"Make what official?" I blurt, still pissed as ever.
All he does is stand with a smirk. Then, he walks down to Constance and says something to her. Her face says what she heard is not good.
"Careful, your majesty… you are on display for all to see," Bardas whispers in my ear.
I hadn't noticed how close he had gotten, and I paid the price. With his arm around my waist, Bardas stands with his shoulders touching mine. Suddenly, I feel something grab my buttocks. His fingers dig into my buttocks. My back straightens as his grip tightens. Soon after, his hand slides under my light blue dress. Due to the dress' short length, his hand doesn't need to reach very far. I thought it would cover my thighs, but it barely covered my buttocks. Despite my urge to flinch, I remain calm as he rubs my buttocks. I can almost feel his fingertips on the mound between my legs. Instinctively, my body freezes. If I react, the situation will worsen. These men are trying to humiliate me in front of all these people. Their goal is to prove to everyone in the court that they hold power over me. As Bardas slides his thumb over my bottom, Barrios returns the same smirk.
I feel his thumb press down on my cherry as he parts my bottom. Then he rotates his thumb and threatens to press it deeper into my bottom. His hands are large, so I tighten my buttocks to keep him from exploring further. A slight flinch spreads across my backside as his thumb presses into it. Just by licking his lips slightly, I am turning red. I am angry to the point of burning my stomach. He stands beside me, pressing his fingers into my butt and dangerously close to entering my vagina before I realize what he is doing. A new emotion quickly replaces my anger. The finger of Bardas touches my vagina with a single stroke. In a circular motion, he slides his index finger over my womanhood and massages it slowly.
When he places his thumb and finger inside my bottom, I feel a sensual sensation run through my entire body. His thumb and index finger go deeper as he wiggles his fingers. His other fingers ensure he has the wiggle room to massage his index finger and thumb freely. He keeps my butt and thighs gaping far enough that he knows he has full access to me with his impossibly muscular hands. In response to his index finger dipping slightly inside my vagina, I tense up, and my thighs clench. The expression on his face shows no sign of what he is doing as I tilt my head in his direction. It is difficult to control my urge to gasp, so I bite my tongue.
With interest in their eyes, the courtiers look at me. With as much confidence as I can muster, I look forward. I clench my thighs together and straighten my back with newfound determination. I take a deep breath and make contact with the intimidating figure standing before me. I nod at Barrios as I put my hand behind my back to pull his hand away. The fact that he does not stop me eases my mind. However, my thighs are trembling more than ever. A smile spreads across Barrios' face as he nods back. My bottom is once again groped and squeezed by Bardas' hand.
Taking a step down, he stands by his brother. Sucking his thumb and index finger, the man sighs. Their goal has been reached. They both leave without another word. I slump back into my seat, exhausted from the whole mess. "What just happened? What just happened to me? My body is still trembling." Constance comes to my side along with my two handmaidens.
"Your Excellency. Prince Barrios and Duke Bardas wish to have dinner with you tonight alone," she says.
"Are you serious? Why would I do that?" I blurt out.
"It is customary to accept such things. Especially if they plan to do what I think they are."
"And what is that?"
"I believe they plan to acquire the throne by marrying you."
I sit stunned by what she says. 'Do these two princes want to marry me? Is this even real? It has to be a joke!' I think it is the most bizarre idea I have ever heard that those two arrogant men would want to marry me. That means both of them plan to have me to themselves. I can't fathom being in a room with either of them, let alone anything close to marriage. My stomach turns at the thought, and I feel nauseated. I always thought about my brothers and I banging a girl we all had a crush on together, but this... it's different. This girl we knew in high school named Julie wanted it, too, but the three of us never attained enough courage to do that to her.
She was our friend, and we respected her more than wanting to sleep with her. It was a pleasant fantasy, but her worth as a friend outweighed any sexual pleasure. When she moved away, it was hard. Now, I am faced with that very idea. 'How could I be okay with that?' At least, the girl we knew wanted it as much as we did. My memories of Julie are heartfelt. I knew she couldn't bring herself to just date one of us. When she left, I knew we might never see her again. I don't want this at all... I don't want any of this.
"Maidens, please take her to her chambers until dinner time. Then, I'll take care of the arrangements," Constance says.