The King and the Witch

[babyamylee]

DISCLAIMER
This story deals with strong themes of feminization, femdom and above all matriarchy. If you are uncomfortable with any of these, it's not for you.


1.
The newly crowned King of Lancastria was a surprising reveal. At aged 12, too young to be a warrior, and too slight to be imposing, he was thrust into it following the untimely death of his father. He missed his mother greatly, as she had died years earlier in the great plague.
He was the youngest of his siblings, having two older sisters, but as the male of the deeply patriarchal kingdom, he become ruler by right, much to the chagrin of his elder. more intelligent, more experienced sisters, Anna and Lucille.
His father had died in battle, although it had been won, bringing peace and unity to the kingdom, and he had to take over reluctantly, with most of his father's advisers not returning.
As difficult as the situation was, he had to adapt, and felt somewhat bullish that things would go his way and he would further the case for the patriarchal religion of his father, even though he was young and inexperienced.
His name was now King Christopher, a carrier and bearer of the church, and he would continue his fathers legacy as a strong, stern king, when he grew up. He would listen to no manipulations, he would take no orders.
His duties involved many tedious acts but he still had plenty of time to play, which he did alone, exploring the castle and pretending to be a great warrior. The kitchen maids were familiar with him as were the gardeners, chuckling at the boy king who spent his mornings on serious judgements at his court and his afternoons on imaginary friends.
He did enjoy his judgements though. People stood before him in court and he adjudicated the problems with total supreme authority and law making powers and it is here that his life changed forever.
Stood before him was a witch, at least, that was what the chief inquisitor Tyrus said she was. She was older, in her late twenties, dark jet black hair and beautiful, attractive features. She wore exotic, colourful garb and had an imposing way about her, but today, she was desperate. Her name was Eva.
Witching was strictly forbidden in such a christian kingdom, and if found guilty, she was to be sentenced to an horrific death. The inquisitor had a watertight case. She had a familiar, she had a selection of herbs made up to old age recipes that the inquisitor had labelled curses. She had a selection of religious ornaments on an altar designed around "devil worship". The locals never saw her in church and described her as a dangerously intelligent corruptive woman.
Her defence could not be earnest. In truth, she did not worship any Christian devil, devoting herself to the old Goddess and a belief in matriarchy. Her cat, far from being a conduit to the devil, was simply her pet. And her herbs were age old recipes that worked. She was of course a witch, of significant power, but a devil worshipper? She was a force for good. In short, she was still something they hated and the truth would not set her free.
She stood in front of the king nonetheless and gave an impassioned plea to leave her alone. She was a victim of circ-umstance, she prayed in private, and was a good woman who would never manipulate another. The tears in her eyes were real, although she lied, and privately she vowed to get revenge on this patriarchal kingdom in this life or the next.
But to her astonishment, the king's scorn was not for her. His face was angry, and offended, but he quickly turned to the inquisitor Tyrus for offending this poor innocent woman. His advisers, weak yes-men with little personality, tried to support the old ways by encouraging him to see the Inquisitor's point of view, and to consign this witches life to the execution it richly deserved. He instantly banished them and ordered his older sister to appoint some new ones. The fire in his eyes impressed her, and scared the court. This was a king of conviction.
He stood there, with sympathy and heartbreak for this crying woman, and vowed to help her. Courtiers rolled their eyes or were indifferent to her. Tyrus stood aghast, but silenced. His sisters, chuckling at his inexperience.
"My king, your wisdom is well understood throughout the kingdom", she lied "and I am very happy justice can be served."
He was easily impressed by such words.
"However your honour, I can no longer go back home, for the villagers I fear will string me up anyway for my reputation, undeserved though it is".
Christopher stood up and pulled at his jacket, attempting his very best to look royal. He was too young for this, but he did not care. These adults were lacking in compassion and love.
"Then it is settled, madam. You shall stay with us, at the great tower. It was once where the wizards of old lived. You shall be under my protection, and will be left alone to be yourself."
Her heart was racing, and she had begun to feel a mixture of sorrow and pity for this boy king. Innocent though he was, she was going to protect him too.
"I thank you my King, but please, do not leave me alone. I will welcome your company always."
With that, she gathered her belongings and a maid showed her up to her new life of luxury, and she went about settling in.
The rest of the days judgements were far less interesting. Land disputes, bickering houses. He had no idea that day his life was changed forever. She was never far from his mind.
2.
It was days later, when he was at play, that he noticed the Witch Eva in the tower, looking out with a much different disposition. She was smiling, confident. And she noticed him and waved, her face beaming. She was so beautiful he dropped his toy sword. He had never noticed anyone so beautiful, she was divine. Her lips, ruby red, her eyes, crystalline green. He remembered his promise, and made his way nervously to the tower.
She was nervous too, her king was coming, and with the wrong word, he could still have her killed, but something told her he would never do that. But she had to protect herself, by a little bit of manipulation, by protecting her interests, by using him a little. She wouldn't harm him, she would merely make him devoted to her. It would be best for him if he was. Serving a female was every males best life according to her religion. This would bring him favour with the Goddess.
He knocked, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Enter!"
In walked the king, full of the vigours of childhood, and innocence. She knew then she could never bring herself to harm him for the crimes of others. She was positive.
"Well hello my King, and welcome to my home. Thank you for coming to see me, and thank you very much for what you did for me. You are wise beyond your years and a handsome young man too."
He was flattered, easily.
"I've seen you play. You are a young adventurer aren't you? I'm not sure you belong with a sword though".
He was taken aback by this, almost offended.
"Why? Do I make you laugh?"
"Oh don't get me wrong my King, it's just, I never pictured you like that nasty Inquisitor that almost killed me. You know, many men are like him, what was his name? Tyrus? But I never see you like them. You'd never kill me would you?"
She beamed her more precious, beautiful smile.
He blushed bashfully. "No, I wouldn't...."
"See, you're not like most men, you shouldn't pretend to be. You are a sweet, sensitive boy who doesn't need a sword to get ahead in life".
"But I'm the king, being a warrior is expected."
She giggled.
"As the king, you can do and be whatever you wish. What is expected? Who expects? The nasty inquisitor?"
He thought long and hard.
"Well I guess I don't care what he thinks".
She was enjoying his innocence and naivety.
"So are you going to do what he thinks?"
"...no! I'm going to play whatever I like!"
Another small smile from her, she could tell he was infatuated.
"One single boy not being a warrior wont change the whole army will it? If you decide to be nice and sweet instead do you seriously think the whole army would fall?"
He shook his head nervously.
"You know what the inquisitor and his cronies would hate? If you played with dolls."
He scoffed.
"Only girls play with dolls!"
"I'm a girl, whats wrong with girls? Do you think I am wrong my little king?"
"...no...."
"And do you think you have to follow the life of the nasty boys? I thought you were in charge?"
"Well I am!"
"So if I'm a girl and I'm not wrong, is there anything wrong with playing with dolls?"
"..I guess not..."
He blushed, he thought this was silly, but she was so intoxicating, and grown up. She must know things he did not.
"So are you going to follow the nasty inquisitor and play with swords or follow your sweet friend Eva and play with pretty dolls?"
He felt backed in to a corner, but could not say no to her. He was besotted.
"...I don't have any, and I doubt anyone would get me one."
She looked on, sympathetic to his plight with a faux concern.
"Well you could ask your sisters, I'm sure they have plenty!" She spoke softly with a hint of patronisation.
"But they will tease me."
"They wont sweetheart unless you are all coc-ksure and arrogant. You just have to be nice and sweet about it. Show some submission and kindness. Ask nicely and softly."
He thought on, what was he doing?
"But they will ask for something in return!" He hoped somehow she would call this off.
"Then do that thing for them. Be nice, like me. Not like the nasty ones. Be sweet. Be sensitive. Listen to them and obey. Then you will get your dolly."
He was so embarrassed.
"...I'm not sure about this..."
"My sweet little prince", she continued, "I wish to help you become the man you are supposed to be, and be the best friend to me you can be. You wish to be my friend don't you?"
He nodded enthusiastically. He wanted that more than anything.
"Then I cannot see you until this is done. And no one must know I've asked you, because then it isn't real to you. You must appear to want to do it for yourself. This will mean you will do it, okay? You will do this for me?" She flashed that smile.
He did not answer, he was devastated.
"You know what you have to do love, I'm trying to help, so you may go now and next time I see you playing in the courtyard I would be most happy to see you playing with pretty dollies not nasty swords!"
He walked out dejected. This was too much.

[babyamylee]

3.
The next few weeks he tried to forget the incident, but the more he ignored it, the more he thought of her. He would sit in judgements, distracted, looking over to his sisters guiltily.
He continued to play adventurer, but he would look up periodically to the Tower, and very occasionally see her peering out, but he never caught the same attention, and she was no longer giving him that addictive, heart felt smile. It broke his heart.
He knew what he had to do. He approached his sister Anna, the younger of the two and two years his senior, with a weak, nervous approach.
"Anna....I have a request of you and I hope you listen and don't laugh at me".
"Christopher, you and I both know things are better when we don't speak much".
Friends as young children, he had imposed his power over her before he was king, in order to impress others. He admonished her openly and she resented him. But this would not deter him.
"I know we've not always been friendly, but I'm sorry. You're my sister and I look up to you. Please help me. I'll be good."
She saw a side in him she hadn't seen for a long time, and felt pity, although she was reluctant to admit it.
"What is you want? If I do something for you you have to do something for me."
He looked relieved but apprehensive.
"We have a deal. "
"So ask!"
He cleared his throat.
"I...need a doll. Do you have any of your old dolls I can play with?"
She thought of all the ways he would defile one of her old toys.
"Oh no, no you don't. You will stab her or burn her. No way."
"No, I promise. I will...play with her. I want to play dolls. I can't explain it right now."
She flashed a smile, then it disappeared, trying not to giggle and to appear aloof. "Try me."
He remembered Eva's instruction. He could not tell her who asked him to do it.
"I...haven't been the nicest to girls. I just think it's time I tried to understand them a little is all, if I'm going to be the King to them."
"Makes some sense. Okay. My instruction is simple. I will give you a dolly, and you wont let her out of your sight. She will be your best friend. That is my condition."
His stomach churned. But he missed Eva so much, and her logic was flawless. Either become a stabbing, warring Inquisitor type, or learn a different path.
"...okay."
"Say 'yes Miss Anna I promise to look after my new dolly, keep her entertained, fed, dress her up and smother her with hugs and kisses.'"
He scoffed.
"I'm not saying that!"
She gestured to close the door, he panicked.
"Yes Miss Anna. I promise to look after my new dolly, keep her entertained, fed, dress her up and smother her with hugs and kisses!"
She led him into her huge, lavishly adorned pastel coloured chambers, over to her old toys. He looked on with horror.
"I'm so proud of you. Don't let this be the last you ever try more girlish things okay? Now which one....""
She picked up a purple gowned, blond Princess with very long hair.
"What will you call her?"
"What did you call her?
"Oh no, it's up to you. She's your best friend now."
He thought on, this was seemingly a big decision judging by Anna's desperate look.
"Uhm...Elizabeth?" He mentioned the name of his late mother.
"Perfect! well you take Elizabeth and remember, if you don't look after her, you've broken a promise and I get to punish you okay? Give her a hug and kiss!"
He took the doll, and guiltily kissed her on the lips and hugged her.
"Oh Christopher. We are going to be such good friends again!" She looked ecstatic.
With that she closed her door, and he retreated with mixed emotions. Shame and humiliation were coupled with a satisfaction not only that it was over but that soon he would once again have Eva's favour.
He knocked on the tower door. No answer. He knocked again. Again, no answer. She was there, but she was not answering.
Then he realised. She didn't know yet. He retreated to his bedroom for the night. and tucked in his dolly into his bed just in case his sister came in.
4.
The morning's judgements were shallow and quick. He got a lot of looks for having the doll with him, but he was the King, and his advisers no longer had the bravery even to ask after firing the others so readily. Some ladies of he court asked him why he carried it, and he gave them the same story he gave his sister, which seemed to excite and delight them. A king that cared for their needs. In this deeply patriarchal kingdom, this was a first. Maybe, just maybe, they could start to grow.
 After lunch, he brought his dolly to the courtyard, and hugged and kissed her. He played with her. Taking her along on adventures, and dressing her and talking to her like his imaginary friends. Eva still did not appear, to his frustration. He could see servants, gardeners and maids watching on curiously, but as king, it didn't matter.
It took two days of this before she was back on her balcony. Did she notice him? He could not tell, and she did not answer him.
The next day, he was more audible. swooning over his pretty friend and talking girlishly to her. Eva looked down and gave him that winning smile, mouthing "keep it up sweetheart!". He figured he had to keep it going for a while as when he knocked, she still did not answer.
But he began to enjoy his plays with Elizabeth, and never left her anywhere, his attachment grew. Eva every day would come out and watch and smile, and it took two weeks before one day, with her beautiful matronly smile she beckoned him up.
He daintily walked over to her tower nervously.
"Well well well, here you are. I am so glad you listened to me sweetie".
He was used to being honoured with titles, but did not care one iota that Eva talked down to him somewhat.
"I wanted to see you Eva".
"And here I am. It's so wonderful you've learned to spend quality time with your pretty little dolly. I can tell you love her."
He was clutching her close, instinctively.
"What's her name?"
"Elizabeth."
"So pretty. See? Being kind and sensitive and good is better isn't it? To be like your friend Eva not your nasty enemies?"
Her logic was flawless.
"Yes Eva."
"My little prince is wise!"
She walked over and gave him a long loving kiss, his heart stopped.
"Wonderful boy. Sweet boy.
I was just doing my dishes, would you mind helping me?"
He looked puzzled.
"I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to do chores. I have maids do that for me."
"You're not allowed? The king is banned from doing something? Does that sound right to you?"
He thought hard at that.
"No, but..." He shrugged.
"If you are in charge you make the rules lovely".
"...you are right Eva."
"So would you like to help me with the dishes my little prince?"
"Yes Eva."
And so she had the king  and most powerful person in the whole country helping her with her dishes, a good starting point she thought.
"You know my little prince, this is so wonderful. My chores are going so swiftly. I do so enjoy being around you, don't you think?"
"Yes Eva."
"I want to see you more often, but I have lots of chores to do. Why don't you come up here as soon as you've done your duties every day and help me with my chores, then you can play with your dolly without people watching you. That would be nice wouldn't it?"
He was infatuated, and couldn't say no to her.
"yes Eva. I'll help you do your chores."
She beamed, dried off her hands, and scooped him up in her arms twirling him around in an embrace.
"Oh my little prince, we will have such fun together!"
5.
He could no longer really concentrate in his mornings, his advisers gave him trite advice and his sisters would sit in with him as he asked them, and a bond was growing. He had begun to respect women more, and their council was becoming more necessary and sought after. Indeed, sometimes the judgements were theirs and he merely consented.  This was a first. But spending time with Eva gave him a new level of respect for females and he was willing to defer if their judgements were sound.
He would only look forward to his time spent with his beloved Eva.
He would go right up after court, she would let him in and lock the door, and then together they would do her chores. Then he would play about with his doll and a few of hers, childishly, while she hummed thinking of all the possibilities. She would take it slow of course. She could wait. And he would love every second even if no boy would ever take her "gifts" if offered cold. She introduced a few more toys as the weeks went on, and he became more docile and friendly.
She started off neutral but would give him "helpful pointers" that became somewhat more directive as time went on, and he began to get used to obeying her instructions. He, the king, she, a mother figure he could not do without.
One day, after dusting, she introduced a pinafore, frilly and feminine. It was to spare his maids constantly washing his regal garb after his chores, so she said, but in reality, it was to prepare him for what was to come.
His sisters loved the change in him, as he had become soft and sensitive towards them, indeed they became more assertive around him to get their way, but his advisers were becoming increasingly concerned and were busy investigating his changes but as far as they were concerned, his excursions to the Old Tower were something they could not penetrate and Eva was a protected species.
They had to be discreet, as the boy was becoming increasingly reliant on his friend, and increasingly distant from them.
One day they were polishing some female statues on a large table, he did not know it was an altar to her Goddess, to him they were ornaments. He was being careful and Eva was also polishing away, it was their intimate time. Eva, distracted by her little King's cute babble, accidentally knocked off one of her statues.
"Oh my Goddess!"
This was a calculated comment, but it took the head of the country's church by surprise.
Up until this point, he had believed her story in court, and it took him aback.
"G...Goddess?"
She gave an innocent, playful look, one which suggested they were playing hide and seek and had been caught rather than any real guilt.
"Oops!" Sheepish, playful. Unserious.
"You lied to me!" He was cross, offended, but still utterly infatuated. "You are an unbeliever!"
She had to play this carefully. If she pushed him away now, he might not be able to protect her from outside forces.
"My darling. I am not an unbeliever. I just believe in something else. I am truly sorry I could not tell you the truth, but how could I??
Tyrus was there. All his guards. Did you want me killed? Did you want your friend killed?"
She was tearful.
"No, but I would protect you..."
"From him? Not even you can from the church. They are not like you. The church is not gentle and soft like you. They have an army. They torture and kill people if they do not believe. I would not have left that court alive!"
"But you lied....to me...." He was upset, and sulking. She knew he was where she wanted him.
"My darling, I could not bring you into this. You are so sweet and gentle. I could not risk people coming at you because you learned the truth. You are the head of religion in this country, you have a responsibility. You could change everything because the nation must believe what you do. If I told you the truth and you took it outside, people may come at you. I could never risk harm to you!"
She had framed this very carefully. She left him in no doubt that she knew some truth, and she knew of all people, she was the one whose council he held most highly now. She had guided and moulded him for the better, and was proud of it. She loved him, not as a king but as a submissive little male who adored her. He would want to know the truth, and he would consider it.
"I wouldn't need to take it out of here! I could have just at least known!" he sobbed.
"But you are the head of your church, it would be so unfair to you. I love you my sweet darling, but I cannot bring you into this! Please, forget I said anything."
"Eva I would like to know the truth!"
"You are not ready for it my darling. It is not what you want to hear."
She made him believe he was the one who wanted her to tell, and she was reluctant, not the other way around.
"I want the truth. Please Eva. Please."
"Okay..." She drew a breath, her nerves mostly holding. This was an important moment.
"A long time ago, our country believed in the Goddess. A wise, kind, all powerful being, Motherly, like i am to you. Sensitive.  She guides us, she makes us better than we would be."
This was not too much to take in.
"But that is like the Great Father is it not? Our God?"
She smirked.
"No dear. Of course not. Your holy father conquered whole countries, and demands aggression, strength and hatred to outsiders. You have seen it yourself! Those boys I steered you away from, the fighters, the killers, they are your God's sons."
He gave a puzzled look.
"So what was it like before?"
She gave an innocent smile. This would be a hard sell.
"Well....we had a happier society. But women were in charge. The Goddess, she knew, women are better leaders. We are better at coming to conclusions which evade violence. The Goddess elevated us. Men were happier back then, they obeyed their wives and Mistresses. They were born inferior, but they managed better because of it. Things were kinder. Like me. Not harsh, like the Inquisitor. Our Goddess, she saw to it, she protected us all. We still needed to protect ourselves, but the women were warriors, and men stayed at home to tend to their hunky Mistresses gently when they returned, and there was a lot less fighting overall."
His mind was full of questions, but her beauty had helped him get over the initial shock.
"So were there Kings like me?"
She shook her head.
"Only Queens. Boys could be princes, they would be married off to a Queen. Sometimes more than one Prince to a Queen." She giggled. Trying to keep it light.
"So if you believe this, you can't believe in me as a King can you?"
He was looking for some compliment, some kind of happy pandering answer.
She gave him one.
"Well...for a boy you are not so bad. But I've always looked after you haven't I? My king you have been a wonderful ruler. Don't pay much heed to my beliefs. I am still me, and you are still you. The Goddess loves you, I promise."
This answer was evasive, because no, she did not believe in him as a king.
"So what changed Eva?"
He was hungry for her truth, used to trusting everything she said.
"Well a new movement sprouted up. Men could not handle not being the centre of attention, so designed a false religion around them, and used their aggression to change things. We call this the darkening."
They spent the rest of the day talking about The Goddess, her educator, him, hungrily asking. He did not quite understand or believe it fully, but Eva knew it was a matter of time because he loved her and had been embroiled in femininity for a year now.
And as the weeks went on, she introduced more of the Goddess into his life. by the end, Chief patriarch of the church was praying every night to the Mother Goddess for protection and kindness. Mission accomplished.

[babyamylee]

6.
One day Eva called him over.
"Sweetheart. My darling precious little boy. I am afraid I have some bad news, I am coming up to some crucial stages of my experiments. You must have seen them around my tower. "
He heart skipping. Bad news? What might that be?
"Well unfortunately, I'm going to have to call a maid in as I will be getting very very busy with them, so I can no longer spend time with you on the chores lovely. At least for a good while."
His mind was racing, his heart breaking. He could not do without his beautiful friend. He would not.
"No. I forbid it!"
"You forbid it?" She giggled. "Darling. It's so sweet you think I would obey such an order. I know how you feel about me. It's very sweet."
"I am king, and I forbid it!" His lip was wobbling. "I need you. You  teach me about our Goddess, you make things so clear. I need you!"
"Lovely. I do care for you dearly, but i will have no choice my darling. I have many projects. I wish I had another way."
He thought hard, he was willing to do anything to stay with her, and she had planned this a long time in advance.
"I...I will be your servant."
"My precious, no, I cannot allow it. You are a king, and I need a feminine touch, not a butler."
He was falling for her trap as he had done since the start.
"I am king, I can do whatever I wish. You say this yourself repeatedly! I wish to be your servant!"
She smiled.
"Even if I allow it, you know thanks to my past, I don't like men very much, present company excepted. I am looking for a maid. With all that entails."
His heart sank, he could not square this.
"I can still do your chores!"
"No lovely, I can't ask you. I would ask you to be a maid, and that's not fair on a boy is it? I would have to be in charge of you. I would have to be your Mistress and you would have to obey me. You are a king...I cannot ask for that....We will have to go our separate ways for a time..."
He started to cry his eyes out, mouthing an unintelligable sentence as losing her was heartbreaking to him.
"I am sorry lovely. I cannot stand to see you like this my darling. You can't stand being without me can you?"
He shook his head.
"Would you like be my maid? Would you like me to be your Mistress?"
His heart was pounding, the king and ruler about to make a big decision about his life that he knew would not go down well with some if they found out.
But he nodded.
She looked thoughtful, then denied him, a king could not be a servant to anyone. She was sorry, but that was that. He rushed to her, fell to her knees clutching them and begged her, and she relented. Her plan all along.
His Mistress Eva embraced him and hugged him, drawing him close to her large  breasts in a motherly way and  wiping his years away gently kissing him and smiling that winning smile that had broken him some time earlier.
"Mistress will take care of you and you will take care of Mistress wont you baby?
"Yes.."
She let him be informal for today.
"Of course you will. We love each other dearly don't we?"
"Yes Eva!"
He meant it with all his heart, and vowed to be here early the next day to get started serving his powerful, beautiful Mistress.
"Goddess is very very proud of you my kind sweet gentle boy. You have given yourself to a female as she decrees. You are sweet and soft. You are so good for her. She is very proud."
He was lost in her arms, her strength enveloping his weak body and he allowed himself to softly cry out of relief that he would not lose his precious Eva after all.
7.
The morning was spent in the court, seeing case upon case. He had been starting to be much more fair to women, but recently,  he had begun to favour them. He had moved his sisters  to his side and asked directly for their council. He now insisted they had prominent thrones, as extravagant and imposing as his. He did not merely take their council, he imposed every single judgement they would suggest. This had not gone unnoticed by them or the court, and they became more headstrong and confident and did not shy away from taking charge.
They loved the change in their brother and began to embrace and talk down gently to him. They spent time together like never before and loved his company. Of course, they learned of the source of his softness, and started to get to know Eva as well. She begun to work her magic on them, instilling them with a confidence and self belief as well as a healthy regard for women. This was unknown to Christopher. They too became believers in the Goddess.
Now was the time his relationship changed with Eva forever.
He knocked on the door, his heart pounding.
"Enter."
Her voice was somewhat less playful. He opened and went in, locking the door behind him.
"Hello Eva!"
"...Mistress."
"Hmm?" This boy would need training.
"Mistress. Hello Mistress. I am your Mistress, and you are my little maid."
He blushed. This shamed him, but at the same time, excited him. She looked different. She was wearing tight clothing. Her breasts were open in a low cut tight dress, her skirt short and tight, her boots high. Her facial makeup was dark and intense. In short, she looked like The Goddess herself. And he was in no mood to stand up to a Goddess, which is what she counted on.
"Hello Mistress".
She beamed that sweet smile. She would still be nice to him, he thought. She would still love him.
"My dear sweet boy, come over here, give your Mistress a warm embrace."
"Okay....."
She grinned, and rolled her eyes. No sense being strict with someone so soft and infatuated.
"Yes Mistress" she insisted.
He blushed again.
"Yes Mistress." With this he toddled over to Eva and buried himself in her, the de-facto mother making him melt into her femininity.
"Are you ready to be a good little maid for your Mistress?" She peered down, his head on her breast, looking dreamily on.
"Yes Mistress."
She took his hand and led him to her bedroom, there was a neat costume laid out.
"Now sweet little maid I do require you to look the part. I have a lovely uniform for you here. You will look every ounce my pretty little maid. Undress and take a bath!"
She had a bath of warm water prepared, and he instantly obeyed her. She no longer asked or manipulated. Her words were commanding, but kind.
She helped him with his bath, his soft skin being treated with soap and feminine fragrances, and by the end, he came out looking clean, soft, and pearly white.
She showed him the underwear he was expected to wear.
"Can I not..."
She cleared her throat and looked up at him patiently.
"Mistress, can I not..."
"No dear, you can not. When you said you would be my maid, I did not want a boy maid. You will be the part inside and out. The Goddess, and your Mistress, will be most pleased!"
She beamed that dreamy smile, those large, crystal green eyes peering into his soul. He no longer cared to object.
"Yes Mistress!"
She held up a pair of silken knickers, pink, with lace frills and a pretty bow, and he stepped in. She had a matching vest which fit him perfectly. No space for breasts, he thought. This was made for him.
She then held up a dress up to him. It was fairly plain as it was. Not at all extravagant like his sisters wore, but he reminded himself he was a maid. It was dark green and deep blue with a high waist belt in leather.
"I have plenty of nice dresses for my little maid, don't worry."
It seemed to fit him perfectly, once again. This could not have been Eva's. The skirt seemed to come down to his knees only. She complimented it with black two inch heeled boots that stretched to an inch over his ankle. He felt exposed, his legs uncovered and him one bad fall away from showing everything. Good job he was only with his Mistress.
She tied back his long hair in a ponytail with a large dark green and deep blue bow and applied very light makeup to his face.
"There. Oh Christopher, you look so beautiful my sweet."
He blushed, and any doubts and reservations melted away at her. As he stared at himself in a mirror, he noted he looked like a girl. He looked like one of his own maids, albeit younger and cuter. Outside this room he was the king, the most powerful man in the kingdom. Inside, he was a pretty maid to the most beautiful woman in the whole world.
"OK little maid, start on my dishes now, don't dawdle, you have a lot of work to do". She lightly spanked his bottom to get him started.
This jolted him out of his dream. There was a seriousness now to it, and he was conflicted. When he thought too hard, he reckoned he was being manipulated over time, but he also knew, it felt so right, and his Mistress was everything to him. Who cared how his happiness was achieved? Who cared that she had worked him?
He got to work. Eva was a kind but dominant Mistress. He was not used to following orders still, and received a crash course. She told him nicely and pleasantly to do things, she was pleasant, but she never asked, and she never said please. She did not have to. Obedience was assumed. Her king obeyed.

[babyamylee]

8.
Christopher got used to this life. He begun to relish it. His was not a life of independence. And he was beginning to submit to females. But he was happy, and devoted to his Mistress and Goddess.
One day, as he was clandestinely serving his Mistress Eva, his sisters walked in. His beloved Eva looked up from her desk, and seemed unperturbed, her inquisitive, cute look gave way to a beaming smile. Christopher ran behind a curtain, but it was too late.
Lucille was the first to pipe up.
"So this is where you've been! I did wonder..."
Her voice seemed somewhat...insincere and jovial. Not at all surprised. He blushed, and went weak at the knees, hidden as he was behind a large curtain.
Anna was next.
"Come out little one, we are both very happy. We wont hurt you. We love you more than ever!"
He blushed wildly. She was talking down to him. He thought, he was the king, and look what he had become. Kings were not supposed to be like this.
He looked down, he was wearing his peach day dress with pink trimming, slightly scuffed by the hard work he had done. He was wearing knee socks and matching peach Mary Jane shoes. His hair was in twin braids with peach ribbons at the end of both. His soft hands went up to his mouth, and he touched his lips feeling the pink lipstick and reminding himself of the professional make up he had on. The king, a simple maid. What had they seen? He was not sure, but they would see no more. He would not budge.
"Come on our love. We know you've changed lately." This was Lucille. The older of the two, an attractive young woman by now and the last person he wanted to see him like this. She had begun to love him and his recent sensitivity and could not wait for this moment, his Mistress had invited her along.
"I'm...not coming out...please leave me alone..."
It was Anna's turn, his younger sister. Once his best friend as young children, then a mortal enemy, now another one who cherished his kind gentle nature and loved to look after him.
She did not respect him as a king, she had the urge to make sure he was protected and safe from his own decisions.He was just a boy, but he was her brother, and she cherished him.
"Sweetie, we know everything, we know all about it. What's the point hiding? Our Goddess is proud of you, and we are proud of you, now come out."
He blushed, she knew about the Goddess too. Our Goddess? She was a believer too? She must know Mistress Eva as well. But he could not face her.
Eva was stifling a giggle. She was not disappointed in him. He was as weak as she had made him.
"Kitten, this is your Mistress. Come out. Your Mistress will not ask again. Come out, now."
His heart skipped. He had no choice now. He was given none, and she was his Queen. And he was no king.
"Y-yes Mmmistress..."
He gingerly stepped out. Walking how his Mistress had taught him. Feminine, and daintily.
He stood there, looking flustered, embarrassed, with his hands behind his back. Nerves were building up.
Eva stared at him, and raised her eyebrows as if to instruct him in something he had forgotten. He knew what this meant. She had explained how males were in her world.
He gave a deep courtesy to his sisters, pinching the edge of his skirts daintily as he did so, showing them the petticoats that kept the dress so poofy.
They looked him up and down, smitten, but stony. They were trying to show dominance, but in an instant, they both looked to each other and instantly ran to him in a soft embrace.
He knew now they would never see him the same, and he could never claim to be strong or powerful as a king should be, they would always see this submissive maid.
The rest of the day was surreal. They ordered him around as they talked about the future, a conversation he was no longer a party of and he could tell plans were being made.  They had him model his dresses and brought him a few more to try, less plain and more prissyish it seemed. By the end he was having a sleepover with his sister Anna, both in a nightie, but he was still subordinate and he could not assert himself otherwise. He fell asleep in her strong arms, tears welling up at what he did not know, feeling safe with her looking out for him.
Breakfast was an interesting time. They no longer hid from their maids their control over the king or what was happening. They audibly prayed to the Goddess before dining and Christopher was made to call the maids Miss just as much as any other female. Thank you Miss. Please Miss. His life was moving so fast.
"You know....I think our little prince could do with a few new outfits for his court life" Lucille pondered, directly to Anna, not to the poor hapless boy weakly wondering what they had in mind.
"I'm not sure the court is ready to learn what their king has become yet, the maid dresses might...shock them..." Anna humorously replied.
Christopher looked up at her concerned. He loved both of these girls greatly but could not handle the idea of everyone seeing him in pretty dresses.
Lucille smiled. "No, I don't think he is ready for that, and I'm not sure his beloved Mistress would allow us to be so brazen!" There was a patronising tone to him he was rapidly getting used to, and mixed with love, adoration, and shame, he accepted it.
"No, I think he could be cute, sweet, childish, for that is what he is, and soft. I'll bring it up with Eva. see if I can gain permission."
It did not escape him that these Princesses of the realm were asking permission now to this lowly witch on a great deal, and he as king was beneath them. But this was too much.
"I can't. Please Lucille. I can't. Let's keep this inside Mistresses room."
She looked to Anna, then back to him. The look was one of surprise.
"Christopher. Don't you worry your pretty little head. This is not for you to worry about."
"How can it not be for me to worry about? It's me wearing the clothing! It's only for me to worry about! I can't! I wont!"
Anna was next. "Goddess will be very displeased with your disobedience love."
He blushed crimson. If the Goddess meant as much as he told himself she did, then that much was true.
"I'm going to have to discipline you now Christopher" Lucille said. "But I don't want you to think it is out of anything but love okay? Come to me. Now."
Their personal maids were looking on with deep curiosity, daring not to say anything or pretend to be paying attention, but they were exhilarated at the male being submissive to females. Things were changing fast, to their advantage.
The "little prince" walked nervously to his older sister, blushing and flustered.
She took him and placed him over her lap. This was something he had only viewed done to others, as he was a king, but he knew what was coming. She pulled down his pants and started to spank.
"If you are sweet about this I will be happy. If you are disobedient I will not be. I want you to whimper and cry, and not fight me. Be the little prince I see inside the tower not the naughty boy I just saw."
SMACK
He let out a high pitched whimper, not voluntarily, but he would not be strong, he would not fight her. She smiled.
"You know...I think some nice tiny blue velvet shorts with a button flap opening at the bottom to make it easier for me to do this. Those would be nice wouldn't they?"
She stroked his bottom and he let out a short soft "yes."
SMACK
"Hmm little dolly?"
"Yes Miss Lucille." This was more definite.
"And I think a nice frilly lacy white blouse. And pretty white tights to keep you warm."
SMACK
He whimpered again. This was so humiliating, but what could he do?
"Hmm. A nice red knot floppy bow tie. That will be sweet wont it? A nice feminine fragrance and very light make up. Ooh you will look so sweet!"
SMACK
He whimpered, tearfully.
"The men of the court wont like it, but the women will, and they are feeling very confident right now because of you my sweet."
SMACK
He let out a stream of tears and the dam burst. He cried his eyes out.
"There. There there sweet love. It's over. I think this brought us together though. I think we should do this from time to time just to show you whose in charge, just so we don't have any more outbursts like that before. Don't you think so Anna?"
He still cried, but noted, it wasn't his acceptance she sought. He no longer mattered.
"Yes. Good idea about his shorts. I think he should be in his pretty knickers all the time too. So he feels soft. No one will see those."
Lucille stroked his bottom softly.
"Shhh shhhh. You don't need to worry. We will look after you. We will protect you. Trust your betters sweet soft Christopher."
With that his trousers were pulled up and he went to his judgements. Or rather, they went to their judgements and took him by the hand with him.
As they walked in he noticed his throne had gone. He had a small but comfortable seat right next to his sister Lucille's large, elaborate and ornate throne. He was a ceremonial ruler only it seemed.  He would appear a child sitting next to his mother.
Judgements were now directed directly to his sisters, and he was merely there to parrot the sentence given as a ceremonial legal tradition.
Lucille would say directly and strongly to him "I find them guilty!"
To which he would say "You have been found guilty." His job was simple.
One day his advisers pulled him to one side to read him their many  many concerns, and promised him they could support him in usurping his sisters and restoring his "power and dignity" but of course his sisters were both listening in and with his "permission" by the end of the day they had all been exiled and replaced with court women. He did not see the fuss. This was the way his Goddess wanted things.
9.
It was a week before his new clothing was ready for him. He had been spending more and more time with his sister Anna, with frequent sleepovers and plays. She enjoyed making him partake in all sorts of girlish activities. Dress ups, dolls, dressmaking, embroidery. He was getting a little too old for playing with his dollies, but she enjoyed it, so he did it.
He did of course defer to her, but by now he was used to it and was devoted to both his sisters.
It came as no surprise to him that he was sent to her room to get dressed into his new finery. What did surprise him was that her large regal chambers had an extra bed, pink, extravagant, soft, barred and filled with dolls. He didn't ask yet. He didn't want to know.
Her chambers were more like an apartment size complex, like his, with plenty of large, open spaces and areas. The bed was in an open area, with ultra feminine decor and furniture surrounding.
She greeted him with the usual childish embrace, enveloping him with her strong arms and smothering him.
She led him to a large wardrobe near the new bed, and with a flourish opened it up. It was filled to the brim with colour, pattern, frill, lace. He saw both boys and girls type clothing but nothing masculine at all. She opened the drawers and there were only girls knickers and vests. He was aghast. This was not a thrill for him, but he was now convinced his Women knew best for him. He still had reservations, he knew deep down he had been manipulated, but with love and kindness.
"Okay sweet. Get undressed! This will be so much fun!"
He couldn't help but notice his sister had a large dressing screen across the ways next to her bed.
"May I use the screen?"
He was embarrassed.
"Of course not. Its nothing I haven't seen before!"
"But the maids..."
"...are there for our benefit. Come on, we don't have all day."
He was resigned.
"Yes Miss Anna."
He stripped slowly and embarrassed, dropping his clothes on the floor and hiding his privates in his hands.
Anna beckoned over one of the chamber maids.
"Christopher, hand your clothing to Miss Kirsty here."
Christopher picked them up and walked over daintily and handed them to the waiting, giggling maid.
"Now Kirsty take these and the ones in the new Goddess Shrine where the kings chambers were and donate them to the poor."
She had confirmed his worst fears. Goddess Shrine?
"What...whats happening? Aren't they in my room?"
She gave him a sympathetic smile.
"You are moving into my room love. You are going to stay in Princess Anna's chambers. You must have seen the pretty bed and corner here? It's where you will stay in my room."
She was careful in her words, but he needed to know.
"We will be sharing a room?"
"No sweetness. These are my chambers not our chambers. But you are moving in. You are moving to your sisters chambers.  You don't need to worry about it. It will be like a sleepover every night for you. Wont that be fun? Plus I will be able to keep an eye on you always and keep you safe, protect you always. "
He was stood there, nervous, naked, lip wobbling.
"But I like having my own chambers!"
"Boys don't get their own chambers. Boys live under the eye of their Mistresses and Females. So says the Goddess. You do believe in the Goddess don't you? You feel her love?"
His thoughts immediately turned to Mistress Eva. Everything she had taught him.
"Yes Miss Anna".
"Until we are in a position for her to take over the cathedrals she will need somewhere all of us can go to pay her our respects and worship. Where else in the castle is large and private enough to set up a shrine to her for you, me, Lucille, Eva, her friends, all the maids now, and a growing number of the court Ladies?"
This took him aback. The maids and some of the court Ladies too?
"I...guess nowhere else." He looked down, sad at losing his own bed chambers.
"Who is more important? You the king, or our Mother the Goddess?"
He looked up confused. What sort of question was that?
"Our Goddess of course!"
She smiled a withering grin. She was so proud of him.
"Then where will you be staying from now on?"
"This chamber."
His sister smiled and shook her head, raising her eyes.
"Uh uh uh. Where is this chamber honey? What is it?"
"My sister Anna's chambers".
She rushed him and gave him a soft hug, it was movements like these which softened him. He was being weakened by love. Sure enough it all seemed like a good idea now.
He was given a bath by the maids, and they poured attention on him while he was given childish bathtoys he really should have been growing out of by now, but it was encouraged.
It was years since Eva had come into his life, and he was now 15. But he had developed no body hair, or muscle, and had not grown much in that time at all. He did not know Eva had been feeding lunches with traditional remedies to keep him nice and soft, just the way that made him the happiest and her the safest.
 They covered his skin with feminine lotions and fragrances and then talc, making him pearly white, soft, and sweet smelling.
He then had his long length hair treated,  waved and left parted with flower clips holding things together.
He was led to the dresser once more to his waiting sister. She went into his underwear drawer and retrieved some white cotton knickers, lacy, with a pink trim. and a matching vest. She put them on him, and he noticed he wasn't dressing himself.
Next came some white tights. Was he really going to start wearing tights? The men of the court did not wear these. How would he get away with it? He did not ask.
She pulled out a pair of his shorts. White, velvet, and just as instructed, there was a button up panel at the back which Anna made sure to test a few times, swatting his buttocks without to show him.
Next came a silken sky blue tunic, which seemed to be long enough to show only the botton of his tiny shorts about an inch or two above his thighs.
It was lacy and did not hide all of his vest as it was low cut. The belt tied high against his thin girlish waist. The sleeves were poofy. There was a white lace trim. It looked ultra feminine. The only thing he could hold on to was he was wearing shorts, albeit incredibly childish ones.
On his feet were put some matching sky blue Mary Janes. His face was covered in light makeup once more, but this time, there was no doubt it was there. He thought he looked ridiculous, and was going to object, but remembered where he was.
Anna beckoned over another maid. "Alessia?"
Alessia went over to a drawer and pulled out his dolly Elizabeth. Her outfit was matching completely. He was so ashamed, but when he looked into Anna's doting, proud face, he melted, and courtesied to Miss Alessia for his doll.
Then Anna held his hand and led him out to the court. He had many glances along the way, and felt vulnerable, but he was with his protective sister, and she mattered more.

[babyamylee]

10.
They walked into court where Lucille was already waiting. She stood in front of her prominent throne, and while he passed, the court Ladies seemed to give him a big beaming smile. The men were now much less numerous, some seeing a change in the world and not liking it much or the judgements that always seemed to come down in someone else's favour. The ones who stayed were more docile and accepting of this brave new world. The women were gushing over him. They outnumbered the men, they were more vocal, and all his advisers were women as well as the two royals occupying the main thrones in the imposing royal court.
His sister Anna stood by her chair, and he stood in front of his, which put him right next to his sister Lucille like a child stood next to his mother. She held his little hand.Then she spoke.
"Good morning my strong powerful Ladies and my sweet gentle men. Welcome to the court. Our fairness and kindness is seeing dividends across the country. Women are being emancipated and our universities and learning centres are becoming packed with females. No longer do our women feel like they are subdued. We will surely be moving into a golden age for both women and men."
She got rapturous applause. It seemed the men who had stayed were also becoming like him.
"All questions in this court will be directed to myself or in my absence Princess Anna. This will become law today.We thank our brother for his service but from now onwards things work better this way, he will merely observe. The judgements he has been passing have been coming from us, and this is an unnecessary waste of time. Now we will do all such declarations. Christopher is here to show the men they too have a royal on their side, and demonstrating how well they can behave. He will no longer be part of the process. Do I have any objections?"
Stony silence.
"Good. We thank my brother for his hard work. He is a very good boy and we both love him terribly." She patted and stroked his head, smiling at him.
"Let's get down to some business. First off I have another adviser to introduce, a chief adviser of the court. All advice will be filtered through her. Please welcome Eva to the court."
In walked his Mistress. Strong, powerful, and most beautiful. She was triumphant. She was last here pleading for her life. Now she held ultimate power.
She took her place in a chair not far from Christopher, and flashed him an excited, pleasant smile. No matter what, she was always genuinely happy to see her little prince. She had not merely used him. What she did was because she loved him.
The crown bearer came along next to start the proceedings. He sternly made his way to the king, as was traditional. An old man, he was not happy with any of the changes to tradition and his face said it all.
Lucille pointed to her feet and stared at him.
"As I am chief in this court I will take that."
She was taking the kings crown. A 1000 year old signifier of male power and supreme authority. Bejewelled, golden, imposing, and every bit the apparel of a leader.
It fit perfectly.
"I can see as you are old this is becoming something of a burden for you. I will let you retire today with full support. I will get one of my maids to take over this roll. Thank you for your service."
Another male gone from the court.
The next crown bearer came along, and Lucille's old crown was put onto Anna, a large, feminine, golden crown.
And this meant Christopher was left with Anna's silver Princess Tiara, bedecked with pink jewels in a flowered styling. This was all so sudden, but then, at this stage, a lot of his life felt "all so sudden". He looked around, panicking. What was going on? What was happening? He caught the eyes of his Mistress Eva, sat as she was next to him and she gave him a reassuring smile and she mouthed "good boy". He said nothing.
He said nothing the whole time. He was not needed except to look pretty.
When he got out he was sent to Lucille's chambers, and she unbuttoned his shorts back and gave him a spanking, just to remind him who was in charge. Then she thanked him and gave him a warm hug and sent him on to Mistress Eva.
He still had to change even though his garb was feminine enough already he thought.
After a long day's serving his beloved Mistress he retired to his sisters chambers, and she led him to his bed. It had bars, "for his own safety", that he could not unlock without asking, and the softest bedding he had ever felt. His nightwear was a pretty night gown. He drifted into a soft, safe, feminine sleep.
11.
Another number of months went by, where his life seemed to be getting more and more girlish. He was now a slight and soft 17 year old. Another day sat in court looking pretty and sweet and the reason the women of the court urged everyone to be nice and diplomatic to each other. This was the role his sisters used to hold. "Mind your language. Look at sweet Anna, how do you think our beautiful sweet Princess would feel hearing such expressions?" Now he was the one too fragile to hear anger or violence. And that's all he was. "Hold your tongue, calm yourself, what must pretty Prince Christopher think of all this hostility?"
He was made to sign away a few charters and contracts, but didn't bother reading. He didn't know that he was permanently making Lucille the Queen and Regent and abolishing the role of the king for good. It didn't seem to matter now. She was in charge, and he was the last king there ever was or would be.
He spent many an hour in the Goddess shrine. Unlike the other men the little prince was allowed a seat at the front next to his sisters. Such shrines were springing up in secret across the country as females became more and more prominent, but things were still underground albeit less so year on year.
One day, as he entered his Mistresses chambers, he noticed she had a guest. She had been making friends and connections, so this was not particularly new, but this one had a special aura.
"Sweet little maid, get dressed quickly, I would like you to meet someone!"
As always, she had left him his outfit. This was not one of his more worklike dresses. He occasionally dressed up when Mistress had guests over. But this outfit was more elaborate.
A pink, poofy silky dress, extra poofy petticoats and ankle socks. She wanted him to look his prettiest no doubt, so he applied matching make up and braided his hair.
He daintily walked over to these women and gave a warm courtesy.
"Hello my sweet little prince! Oh my. That looks so sweet on you as I knew it would!" She gave him the usual hug and warm kiss. He was infatuated every bit as ever with her and would do anything for her.
"I would like you to meet my special friend here, this is Natalie."
He took the time to look over his Mistress' friend.
She was an imposing but beautiful woman. Blond, amazonian. She was wearing armour that seemed to fit her female physique. He had heard rumours that women were joining the military and had been for a few years now but he was no longer involved in such matters. She had interesting features,  that were at the same time exotic and yet conventionally beautiful. She had long, curled, flowing blond hair. Her stature and her position made her look every bit the Goddess.
She could not have been much older than he was, but was surely in the prime of anyone's life.
"H-hello M-Miss Natalie".
She stifled a giggle.
"Aww. Is my sweet charming little prince nervous to meet me?" She said this in a kindly, happy way.  She did not show him the respect of a king but he was pretty much besotted from first sight.
"Mistress Natalie here is going to be head of our military. Wont that be wonderful sweetness?"
He was taken aback. Women not only fighting but leading the military. Little did he know the females were given special rations with a concoction by Eva designed to enhance their strength and attributes. They truly were amazonian.
"Hmm sweetness?" He snapped out of his dream. Eva was looking at him waiting for an answer, but from her look could clearly see her little maid , as usual, had a very short attention span.
"Y-yes Mistress. Wonderful!"
Natalie mouthed a silent aww and pantomimed her heart being bowled over.
"My sweet little prince is so cute. You have a reputation for a soft and submissive prettiness but I could not prepare for it!"
He blushed, spluttering in both love and shame.
"I...I am K-king, Mistress"
Eva spoke up. "Yes, of course sweetness, you are for now. We just like calling you prince more, don't you worry about that okay?"
Natalie flashed her an embarrassed smile. What was that about?
The next day, Natalie was introduced in court as the leader of the military, to which she gave a grand speech. Everyone seemed to be excited but outside, plans were being drew up to bring back the old order. A cousin of Christopher was being touted as a successor to the throne, and Tyrus was readying his religious army to join with male rebels in the existing one to stage a coup.
In court, law after law put women in the forefront, and Lucille, who wore the crown, was now openly regent. Christopher threw a small tantrum to his sisters in private, to which he received a spanking and early bed. His kingdom lost over a spanking. Only women could be rulers, and Lucille was making a fine Queen. The kingdom was becoming wealthy and happy. He gave a speech the very next day confirming the switch and affirming the worst kept secret. Goddess worship was the true religion of the state and he had to abide by Her in submitting to the Queen. He dutifully knelt in front of his sister and Queen in an act of capitulation, but he didn't mind in the slightest. This impressed all the women he cared for the most.
It was around this time his shorts were phased out for skirts and dresses, and his cuteness was shown as a template for boys everywhere. They resented it of course, at first, but when accepted, they were also happy with the change. The country was happy, bar a few not used to losing their status.
He still played maid to his beloved Eva, and he got to see more and more of Natalie. She took interest in his feelings, and sounded off on him on her problems. He did not realise but she was falling for him too. One thing he noticed was Lucille was spending an awful lot of time with Eva, and when he walked in on them kissing passionately he was embarrassed but not shocked.
It had been established under the rule of Queen Lucille that same sex couplings were permitted and it was encouraged for two women to find peace and love with each other, and it was clear this was love. Eva was made Countess and they were to be married. He relished the chance to serve them both, as he was hopelessly happy and submissive to the women in his life. He was now 18 but masculinity was a foreign concept to him.
12.
There was panic in the court. Tyrus had amassed his army at the city gate, waiting for a battle. They were thousands strong. The young usurper, Christopher's cousin William, was holed up in an inn a mile away, just waiting for a runner to go fetch him. The tension was unbearable. They were stood waiting though. They knew a full frontal assault would be suicide, and both sides knew this had to be settled the old fashioned way.
Natalie was busy at work all day, organising, planning. She was born for this, ready for this. To think she would be nothing more than a bored Lady of the court if things hadn't changed. Lucille made sure Christopher was around, just being close without getting in the way. Natalie, when stressed, would look to him, and calm herself.  He was inspired. Never was he more sure that women were better designed to lead than now. She was magnificent.
The battle would be tomorrow at dawn and would be make or break. The court was boxed in the city walls with no way to escape, they would win or be captured.
Natalie requested Christopher alone, for dinner. He dressed very nice.
"I'm glad you came. I asked that you be given a choice to come. Did you have a choice? I needed you to come on your own will."
She seemed genuinely concerned, even a little nervous about this.
"Yes Mistress. I chose to come."
"Good." She gave a soft smile. She was nervous.
"Tomorrow will be a big day for all of us sweetheart."
He looked into her eyes, she did not want a maid today.
"I believe in you Natalie. You are the strongest, the best warrior. You are the greatest. You can do this. You will do this!"
She smiled an almost sad smile.
"You truly believe that Christopher?"
"Yes Mistress Natalie. This is the way things are meant to be. The Goddess has the truth. She will favour you, and your sweet little prince favours you, and you are stronger, smarter, and better than Tyrus could ever be!"
"If...if I make it back tomorrow, I might have a mind to kiss you,  to take your hand and make you mine..."
He smiled, but she was not looking at him. He had never seen her nervous, he did not know how to take it. She could not handle his rejection, she needed him.  He was the prettiest, most sensitive and kindest male in the kingdom and she wanted him.
"I'm sorry I said, I shouldn't have imposed, I..."
He did something next he had not done in years. He took initiative. He moved, sat next to her, and took her hand, holding it softly and stroking it. They looked into each others eyes and she smiled deeply. She moved her lips close to his, but then gave him a long kiss on the cheek.
The next morning, he brought his Mistress Lucille her helmet, a great boost to her ego as she put it on, and he saw her off with another kiss. The next few hours were the most nervous of everyone's life. It was not long before they could hear fighting in the city walls, and it truly could be the end of times for everyone.
Christopher was taking his mind off it by embroidering, and the Queen and her Countess were both busy planning and counterplanning. The tension bowled over several times and the chief Priestess, one of his former maids Kirsty, was leading many in prayers to The Holy Mother.
Around three hours in they could hear a battle outside the castle, but it was small and subdued. Whoever had won was about to emerge. The rest of the army was busy arresting the losers and chasing them across the countryside. One side had emerged victorious and mightily so. The door flung open and triumphantly, heroically, and with great flourish, in walked Natalie, like an Angel sent from the Goddess, proudly striding. She had routed the false usurper for her Queen and Goddess and most of all her prince.
She made a beeline for him, his heart fluttering at his hunky protector who had saved everyone and won his heart, and she swept him off his feet taking him in a passionate embrace. The court cheered wildly and she carried her little prince to her own chambers. She was wounded but spent the evening taking out all her tension on him, embracing and exploring him, as he happily served her every pleasure and bended and submitted to her. She protected him all night long and showed him what true love was.
The next day his mind was lost in thought. This was to be his life. He cleaned her armour, tended to her wounds as she merely let him, relaxing and watching her boy wait on her hand and foot. Her battle was over, and his, to fuss over her, had just begun. This was his life now, and he couldn't be happier.
Prologue
The kingdom was much happier under Queen Lucille's wise leadership. She and Eva thrived as co rulers. Hunger and poverty were all but eradicated. Goddess worship was the norm. Eva had truly taken out her revenge in the best way. There were no more burnings at the stake.
Anna campaigned and took over a neighbouring kingdom. The warrior princess as she was known became Queen and took the king for her own, who quickly grew to enjoy it. Anna had her ways with men it seemed. Her reputation for taking lovers of the female gender was legendary, but she always came home to her prince.
And what of our hero Christopher, the boy king? In another life he could have been a tyrant, in a kingdom of aggression. He could have been a scholar in a country of ignorance. He would always try his best to stay good, but good is not always possible in bad cultures.
Instead he and Natalie married, and she was every bit as devoted to him as he was to her. His royal lineage made her a Princess and she got to sit in the judgements when she was not running military. But she always came home to her doting little prince, who cherished every moment of his life with her. This was the best life, and it was all because of the day he saved the witch Eva.

THE END

[Sandra B]

Wow.  Thanks!  Original, brilliant, and politically highly relevant to the mess we're in.

[babyamylee]

Thanks Sandra.