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The problem is,, I can't add the number,, She calls from her personal cell phone an she has it blocked, so unless there is a way to find out what a blocked phone number is?? I don't have a way. I tried to save her to my contacts with the blocked number a while back and it didn't work.. But thanks for. the advice..

Chapter 40 Hazel, Olivia and Evelyn strolled through the park together. The leaves overhead rustled with a cool breeze, signalling the ever-approaching autumn chill.  “Goodness, the summer weather goes quicker and quicker these days…” Evelyn shivered. “For sure… won’t be long until winter, huh?” Hazel answered.  “Ugh, don’t remind me…” Olivia sighed. “I’m not ready to let go of summer.” Another way Hazel and her sister were opposites. Hazel enjoyed the comfort of a warm house during the colder months, the festive season… it was worth the rain and snow. Olivia thrived in the summer - beach days, weekend getaways… she was always more of a party girl, after all.  The trio strolled through the park and made more small talk about the weather. As they passed a secluded section of the park, Hazel saw the shrubbery that lined each edge of the trail break off, with another path winding onward and upward. She allowed her eyes to follow the path upward as they passed, where she saw it lead to the top of a hill.  Curiously, the hill seemed to be enclosed by a temporary fence, erected high enough so that she could only barely see what was behind it, the top of a tent poking out above. The rest of the area was relatively untouched, which only made the structure stick out even more. It seemed somehow familiar. A strange enclosure at a park, on a hill…  “Hello! Earth to Hazel?” Olivia snapped Hazel from her pondering.  “Hm?” She replied.  Olivia rolled her eyes. “I said, what are you doing tonight?” “Well, nothing much… I’ll head back to the castle to prep for work tomorrow, probably.” “Great, so nothing. You’re coming out for drinks with me tonight.” Hazel grimaced. “Olivia, you know I’m not…” “Oh, Hazel, why not live a little? You’re 34 but you act like an old lady.” “I don’t know…” Hazel sighed. She wanted to think of some excuse to get out of it, but none came to mind. Evelyn soon chimed in to make things even harder to wriggle out of.  “Olivia is right, dear. It would make me happy to see you two spending some time together again. It’s not often we come up to visit.” “Plus, you know how mom likes her alone time in the hotel. She’s been eyeing up that receptionist…” “Olivia!” Evelyn scolded with a blush.  Hazel sighed and looked at her sister. Though Olivia certainly pushed her buttons, it was true she’d been somewhat neglecting her family ties. If for no other reason, she decided she should be seen to make an effort.  “Fine. Where’d you have in mind?” — Lucille sat on Angie’s lap, who sat on the floor of the photography set. Surrounding them were a trio of hair and makeup artists, making last minute adjustments to the Princess’ look, making sure the curls of her hair and the glow of her skin looked just right under the bright studio lights.  “Over here, Princess… sorry, Miss Angie, can you?” The makeup artist said, holding up a sponge-like object near Lucille’s face. Angie turned the Princes in her lap so that the makeup artist could begin gently dabbing the sponge onto Lucille’s face, applying a subtle layer of powder to even out her skin - not that it needed much, of course. One of the benefits of an Amazon breastmilk diet was that her skin was smooth and glowing pretty much all the time. The makeup gave a subtle glittery effect that helped her cheeks twinkle under just the right angle.  “Aaand… all done. We’re good to go!” The makeup artist announced towards the crew, packing up her tools and vacating the set with her colleagues.  Angie stood shortly after, and placed Lucille on the floor of the photography set, kneeling down to speak to her after.  “Okay, your highness, your Mommy and I will be just over there by the cameras. Let us know if you need anything or you want to stop. Okay?” Lucille nodded her head and suckled on her pacifier, still gripping the Barbie doll. Angie smiled and gave a curtsy before exiting the set, leaving the Princess sitting alone on the floor, legs splayed out wide.  Although she was still committed to her plan to cause some royal mischief, she began to have some second thoughts now that she was truly alone, with all eyes and cameras on her, expected once again to perform. They were beginning their photoshoot on the plain white backdrop - getting some neutral shots to start with before moving to the themed stages. The white backdrop combined with the bright lights made Lucille feel as though she were sitting in a kind of void. It was an odd moment, though she had been getting somewhat used to being the centre of attention like this, albeit slowly.  She scanned her eyes across the crowd before her. Photographers, lighting technicians, a seemingly endless array of corporate executives and advertising managers, taking notes and typing on laptops every time Lucille moved or blinked. At the centre, Charlotte stood next to Trisha, whispering something Lucille couldn’t make out, with Angie hovering nearby.  “So, walk me through the process again.” Charlotte asked Trisha in a low voice.  “We’ll start with some basic shots - these are the ones we’ll build the bones of the campaign around. We just want her doing what she does normally here. Crawling, smiling, maybe a couple of poses.” Trisha noted the way that Lucille was sitting already, facing towards the cameras with her legs spread out wide enough to catch a glimpse of the padding she was wearing. Trisha snapped her fingers, and immediately, the photographers around her began snapping shots of the Princess.  Although Charlotte had been the one to initiate this whole endeavour in the first place, even she privately had some reservations about it. It was true that before Lucille came along, the royal family were expected to maintain a certain degree of prestige and aloofness - appearing in an advertising campaign certainly wouldn’t qualify for either, let alone one where the central focus was on the Princess’s padding. Charlotte’s years of royal decorum left her feeling that it was slightly unbecoming and even unladylike to see her daughter sitting with legs wide open for all to see her undergarments.  But then, she reminded herself, Lucille was an unconventional royal, and Charlotte wanted to enjoy this unconventional moment. Besides all that, Lucille was her daughter first and a royal second.  Meanwhile, Lucille was plotting for how she could enjoy this unconventional moment in her own way. For the moment, she was playing along - as the photographers goaded her into various poses and actions. Charlotte, Angie and Trisha also interjected to get some photo opportunities out of her.  “Luci! Crawl over that way for mommy, darling!” “Your highness, show them your best curtsy, just like you practiced! Good girl” “Ooh, get a shot of her smiling at her dolly! This’ll look great for the print ads…” The cameras didn’t miss anything.  Snap snap snap.  Lucille wondered just how many shots they needed. She glanced over towards the crew - aside from multiple photographers taking shots, there seemed to be one holding a larger camera, like a fancy camcorder. Apparently they were recording all of it too.  Lucille couldn’t imagine that any of this would possibly be interesting enough to record… but she was still determined to put on a show. “Sweetie!” she heard from the opposite edge of the set. “Crawl over to Mommy!” There, Lucille saw Charlotte, leaning down low with her arms outstretched as the photographers moved around the set to get some shots - presumably looking for photos of the Princess crawling towards her Mommy from a particular angle. She looked back to Charlotte, and saw that as the Queen leaned over, she inadvertently gave her Little a full view of her hanging cleavage.  That gave her an idea. Time to embarrass Mommy… Lucklle started crawling towards Charlotte at a steady pace. Her thickly-padded bottom swayed back and forth as she shuffled clumsily closer, picking up speed as Charlotte continued to beckon her closer, unaware that her daughter’s eyes were fixated squarely on the window to her breasts allowed by the low cut of her dress.  Lucille suckled her pacifier faster, before allowing it to fall to the ground, swept aside by her fast-moving hands. Though she wasn’t sure when it happened, Lucille had started to crawl faster than she could walk on her own feet. It wasn’t long before she was in reaching distance of Charlotte. The Queen prepared to embrace the Little into a hug, and then… “Milky!” Lucille squee’d loud enough for much of the crew to hear, before promptly burying her face between Charlotte’s breasts.  “O-oh my!” Charlotte exclaimed, tumbling backwards from the sudden force of Lucille rushing into her headlong. Lucille immersed herself as tightly as she could - blocking out all of the external light and noise in the deep confines of the Queen’s bosom. For not being able to nurse, Charlotte certainly had sizeable assets. Lucille smirked and thought she could get used to this… Charlotte pulled Lucille away, but she wasn’t done yet. Putting on her best pout and whiny tone, she began grabbing at the neckline of Charlotte’s dress, pulling it back and reaching down into it to grab onto whatever she could.  “No! Wan’ milky now!” “Ah, goodness - Lucille! Naughty!” Charlotte reprimanded, pulling her suddenly very handsy Little away. Just as she was removed from Charlotte’s body and held out at arm’s length, Lucille felt her hand brush against Charlotte’s nipple - and then something else. Some kind of little pouch that rattled as her fingers caught against it.  Weird. What could the Queen be keeping near her boobs of all places? Lucille made sure to squirm around in Charlotte’s arms for a bit before crossing her own in a petulant display of resignation. The entire charade was undignified - but she knew that all eyes were now on Charlotte, and she couldn’t be enjoying it either.  “Lucille! That’s enough!” She snapped.  “Erm, your highness, if the Princess needs feeding, we’re happy to take a quick break.” Trisha chimed in with a suggestion to break up the awkward display.  “No, no, it’s quite alright - she’s, er, already eaten. She’s not usually so… fussy. I apologise.” “Not at all, Queen Charlotte. I believe we have everything we need for this set - we can bring her over here to get some more themed photos.” Trisha snapped her fingers and the crew began making their way to a small set next to the white backdrop. On the way, they began showing her some of the photos they had taken, and she seemed to like what she saw.  “Oh, fabulous. Wonderful! The way the light catches the glitter on the logo… this will play so nicely with our demos.” Charlotte carried Lucille over to the nearby set, and Angie appeared by their side, as if by magic, holding the Princess’s discarded pacifier in her hand. She popped it back into her mouth.  “Angie, what’s the matter with her?” She asked in a hushed tone.  “I’m not sure, your Highness… she had her breakfast, and she seemed to sleep okay, but maybe she’s just feeling cranky from all the lights and noise.” “Well, little missy,” she looked down at Lucille in her arms. “You’d better start behaving like a proper Princess.” Her words carried a thinly-veiled threat, but Lucille took it as all the more challenge. She was behaving like a Princess! Just a spoiled one, who got what she wanted, when she wanted it. To emphasise her thought process, she spat her pacifier out again, leaving Angie to scurry back to pick it up. When the bulb touched Lucille’s lips she shut them tight and swung her head the opposite way.  “Oh, I’ll, um… just hold onto it for now, I suppose.” Angie stammered. Charlotte glared down at her daughter with a look that said “you’re on thin ice”. Lucille, meanwhile, just looked back over to Charlotte’s breasts, bouncing behind her dress as she walked to the next set.  When Lucille turned to face it, she saw a mock bedroom, decorated in much the same way as her nursery at home. Standing prominently at the centre was a throne - grand and opulent, as one would expect a throne to be, though it was suitably sized down to a Little’s size. Surrounding the throne was a small army of stuffed animals, all arranged to face toward it like a court of loyal subjects.  Lucille took one look at it and smirked.  This’ll work nicely.  — Leo focused with the precision of a surgeon, delicately lifting the tweezers in between a narrow gap in the plastic. He placed down the small plastic peg into its proper place, then pulled back to admire his handiwork. The model was coming along quite nicely - not yet finished, but beginning to clearly resemble the building it was supposed to represent. He found model making to be a nice way to decompress between his studies - and right now, he certainly needed to decompress.  The conversation with his father was still rattling in his head. He felt foolish for behaving the way he had - allowing himself to slip from the behaviour needed to be the Prince, and future King, of an entire nation.  He looked up to his father. How could he not? A man who had shouldered the burden of leadership for so long and remained so resolute and composed. It was everything he wanted to be. And here he was, spending much of his time playing childish games with his two younger sisters.  Even this model, the thing he was using to take the edge off - he’d been given it by Hazel and Angie for playing scavenger hunt around the castle grounds. Not to mention for changing a dirty diaper, a memory he still cringed at. All of this when he could have been preparing himself to become the kind of man his father wanted him to be.  Until only a few short years ago, Leo had been an only child. He had no distractions to keep him from his studies and his duties. Then Juliette came and brought an equal measure of chaos and gentle femininity to the family - and of course, the new addition of Lucille, a Little whose very presence upended what being a royal even meant.  He loved his sisters, of course. He remembered how long his mother had struggled with her health problems for another child, and finally succeeding with Juliette was a big moment in their family. Likewise, he saw how happy Lucille made her. Both were welcome additions - but he had allowed them to slowly chip away at his resolve. He had to focus again. For him, for his father, and eventually for his kingdom.  Leo heard a knock at the door. He turned to see Mr. Bennett poking his head in, the butler dressed in a fine tuxedo as always.  “Forgive me, your Highness, your midday classes shall be commencing soon.” He said, his tone proper and to the point.  “Thank you, Mr. Bennett.” Leo grabbed his books, and the butler nodded to take his leave.  “…Um, Mr Bennett?” Leo called.  “Yes, Prince Leo?” “Is father still in?” “I’m afraid he left 20 minutes ago, sir.” “Ah, I see… well, I was wondering, is there anything on his schedule in the coming days?” “I believe he has that diplomatic conference in Broadsland later this week, sir.” Broadsland. A neighbouring country, on relatively good terms with Avalir. This would be a good opportunity to make his royal mark, Leo thought.  “Whenever you can, I’d like you to pass along a request to my father that I accompany him on that trip.” “Er, are you sure, sir?” Mr. Bennett sounded hesitant.  “Please, tell me what he thinks.” Mr. Bennett nodded and took his leave. Leo could only hope that he would come back with good news. He was beginning to feel he had to make up for lost time in his royal duties… — Meanwhile, Lucille was undertaking royal duties of her own. She sat atop her fake thrown surrounded by her stuffed subjects, and was in the midst of continuing her day-long plan to exercise the maximum power a toddler Princess could. “Hmm…” she looked at the stuffy selection before her and pondered. “Green froggy.” A stagehand nodded with a smile and placed down a stuffy of a smiling green frog in the crowd. Just as she set it to the floor, Lucille abruptly interrupted. “No wait!” She said. “Pink froggy!” The stagehand sighed and gestured to another stagehand to pass the pink frog plush instead. Lucille had made every step of the set design so far a chore, demanding that the stuffies be swapped out and rearranged, that the throne have extra cushions added, that the fake tiara they gave her have bigger gemstones in them.  The crew, eager to please the Princess, obliged every request, though on the sidelines Queen Charlotte was growing impatient. She tapped her foot on the ground as she watched her daughter boss everyone around.  “Okay,” Lucille said, “more pillows!” She proudly shuffled her butt against three cushions already underneath it, and her diaper crinkled audibly.  “Enough, Lucille!” Charlotte snapped. She looked to Trisha with a look that was equally frustrated and embarrassed. “She can start now, Trisha. My apologies for her delays.” “Oh, not at all! A Princess’ privilege, after all…” she was flashing a smile, but her tone had an underlying worry about keeping on schedule. “Okay, places, everyone!” Lucille figured they might as well continue on now. She adjusted her position in the seat, noting that her diaper was a little bit damp. She wasn’t sure when that had happened, but her skin wasn’t clammy, so it probably wasn’t too long ago. She noted that the padding seemed only barely more absorbent than her usual diaper fare, despite earlier Trisha’s words to the contrary.  Charlotte again leaned towards Angie.  “I swear, she’ll be the death of me…” Angie nodded. “It’s so strange, she’s not usually so fussy… maybe she’s having tummy problems?” “Just what we need. Check on her when you get a chance, will you?” “Yes, your Highness.” With everything in place, the photographers began snapping photos of the Princess in the new set. The shoot proceeded in much the same way as the previous, getting every angle and a variety of poses. They gave Lucille a prop scepter - which doubled as a rattle -  to wave around and denote her status. Of course, continuing her ongoing fussiness, Lucille proceeded to throw the scepter every few minutes, forcing Angie or a stagehand to retrieve it several times.  And the photoshoots continued on the remaining sets in much the same way - one was a fake playground, another was a changing table decorated to a similar theme as her diaper. All through it, Lucille found ways to obstruct and delay the shoot for her own amusement. Sure, it didn’t accomplish anything besides annoying the crew and prolonging the whole process - but ultimately, that was the point. Doing it for no reason other than she was the Princess, and they had to deal with it. She did notice, however, Charlotte’s increasingly frustrated glares from the sidelines.  Finally, after some time, they came to the final set. It was made to look like an outdoor picnic scene - with fake but realistic grass lining the ground and a large, illuminated screen depicting a blue sky behind. The screen was impressive in its size and quality - to Lucille’s eye, it almost didn’t even look like a screen. It really sold the feeling of being outside. Lucille herself sat on a picnic blanket surrounded by baskets, with a pink teddy bear and a bottle of milk by her side. She suckled on her glittering pacifier, which didn’t do much to stave off her boredom. By now, she had grown tired from sitting in the limelight, and her faux crankiness was beginning to manifest in a genuine fashion. The lights, the noise, the constant posing and hair & make up adjustments… she was really over it.  “Okay, Princess,” Trisha started, “let’s get some shots of you curtsying in front of your picnic, how does that sound?” Curtsying again? How many shots of it did they need? Lucille sat unmoving on the blanket.  “Princess Lucille?” Trisha continued.  “Nu uh.” Lucille shook her head, her curls bouncing either side of her. “Dun’ wanna.” “Oh, but Princess, we just need a few more…” “Dun’ wanna. So neh.” Lucille crossed her arms and looked away. With that, Charlotte had had enough.  “Princess Lucille!” She loudly snapped, sending Lucille’s - along with everyone else’s - gaze shooting towards the Queen. “I’ve had enough of your behaviour today. Trisha has been so nice to you, so you will curtsy for her if she asks for it. Understood?” Lucille scowled. They took all of this nonsense so seriously. With a sigh, she arose to her wobbly feet, and once she steadied herself, she readied to enter what was likely the first of several curtsies… and then, she had an idea.  She looked around. All eyes on her.  Perfect.  Standing in the now all too familiar position of being the centre of attention, Lucille didn’t move for a few moments and the set was silent. Then, Lucille began to lower her body - not into a curtsy, but a stance that Angie recognised immediately.  Lucille squatted down, her diapered bottom protruding outward, and her fists balled to signify her effort.  “Nnng…”  The Princess’ face scrunched and she closed her eyes. It only took a few seconds before her bottom loudly signalled to all in the room what she was doing, muffled by the thick padding. One or two bursts of wind sounded before finally the back of her diaper began to fill. It came quickly and easily, and her diaper immediately sagged and drooped under the newly added weight within it. Warmth began to spread across the seat of the padding, which had already been wet into and cooled earlier in the shoot.  “Oh dear…” Trisha waved her hand, signalling for the video camera operator to not capture this particular act. Using diapers for their actual intended purposes didn’t play well in advertising, after all.  Charlotte blushed with embarrassment as she watched her daughter intentionally fill her pants in front of everyone. Angie had thought to rush in to sweep Lucille away, but quickly realised that it was too late. Best to let her finish and deal with the aftermath.  Finally, Lucille relaxed her body and posture, signalling the end to her effort. The diaper visibly hung low on Lucille’s hips. She shuffled on her feet and the diaper swung back and forth subtly with her movement. Then, in another act of bratty defiance, she finally gave her best curtsy, smiling at the cameras which dutifully captured the moment despite what had just happened. Once they’d gotten a few, Lucille allowed herself to fall backwards, landing with a squish on her bottom. The poop filling her diaper immediately spread and smushed against her skin, but she didn’t care. Her dirty diapers were someone else’s problem to deal with, after all - Princesses don’t need to worry about that sort of thing.  “Erm…” Angie stammered. “I’ll just…” she began to approach Lucille with the intention of removing her from the set to promptly change her diaper.  “No!” Lucille whined. She grabbed the teddy bear and hugged it, using it almost like a shield against the dreaded prospect of a diaper change. Angie stopped in her tracks, but Charlotte was having none of it.  “Lucille!! That’s enough!” The Queen looked and sounded mortified. Quickly, however, Trisha appeared at her side.  “Your Highness?” She signalled for Charlotte to move in close for a more private chat.  “Trisha, I’m so sorry for her behaviour…”  “Not at all. I was going to say we only need a little bit more material - she doesn’t seem to mind continuing in her current… erm, state. If it’s okay with you and Angie, we can finish up the shoot and you can change her after.” Charlotte looked at Trisha with incredulity, then back to her daughter, who indeed was sitting contentedly in her pretend picnic with a teddy bear friend.  “Are you sure it’s okay…?” Trisha waved a hand. “Like I said, this happens with Littles. You know how they get when their fun gets interrupted with a diaper change… another 15 minutes and we should be all good to go.” Charlotte said nothing but simply nodded. Trisha knew best in this situation, after all. She signalled for Angie to stand down and delay the diaper change until the end of the shoot. Though she was still not at all pleased by her daughter’s behaviour, something she fully intended to address after.  “Okay, let’s pick it up again, people…” Trisha announced to her crew.  Lucille sat in her poopy diaper, and despite her completely undignified state, she couldn’t help but feel a little proud of herself… standing up to the Queen and getting her to back down in front of everybody gave her real satisfaction. If she had to spend some time sitting in her own mess, that was worth it… probably. The photoshoot pressed on. As Lucille’s diaper shuffled around with her new poses, it became quickly clear to her - and indeed, everyone else on the set - that these Royal Tushies diapers weren’t as good at concealing smells as Trisha had made out.  — “Phew… let’s get you out of this smelly thing and feeling all nice and clean.” Angie untaped the diaper and got to work changing Lucille with the provided facilities. Lucille herself was certainly glad to be getting out of it too, her patience for sitting around in the soiled diaper having ended at the same time her fun did. All through the change, Charlotte loomed behind Angie, and Lucille knew she wasn’t going to be happy. The Queen’s nose wrinkled subtly, unused as she was to being in such close proximity to a diaper change.  Angie got Lucille cleaned up in short order. Once the used diaper was dealt with, Charlotte stepped in.  “Thank you, Angie. Why don’t you get our things from the lounge while I have a word with Lucille?” “Yes, your highness.” Angie passed Lucille over to the Queen and took her leave, and the Princess found herself alone with the Queen.  “Well,” Charlotte said, breaking the tense silence, “that was quite a performance today.” Lucille didn’t say anything. She got the impression that Charlotte didn’t want to hear anything anyway.   “I must say, I am very disappointed in your behaviour, Lucille. It’s one thing to act out at home, but this event is part of your royal duty - and they are duties I expect you to take seriously, even if you are just a baby. Do you understand me?” Lucille nodded. She knew what was coming.   “You embarrassed us in front of some important people - it seems we’ll have to give you some extra etiquette lessons. But for now, you’ve been very naughty, and Mommy has to teach you how important it is to behave.” There it is. Lucille braced herself as Charlotte placed her down on the changing table once more, only this time face down with her butt in the air. Charlotte pulled the diaper down across her thighs, and the air felt cool on her exposed skin. She waited for the first blow to land. Her heart was racing a bit. She knew it was coming, she was practically asking for it all day… but it didn’t make it any less unpleasant. But hey, she was a big kid… she could handle it.  That’s what she thought, until the first spank made contact. Where Lucille was expecting a firm hand, she instead felt something cold, solid and considerably more impactful. She yelped and recoiled away by reflex, held in place by Charlotte gripping the scruff of her dress. She turned her head and saw Charlotte reeling back for the next spank - and saw that in her hand she was holding a plastic hairbrush. She had no time to think before Charlotte brought down another spank, and another.  It definitely hurt. The cold, hard plastic did its work quicker than a hand would, leaving her bottom growing red and raw after only a couple of spanks, exacerbated by the beginnings of a rash from her earlier mess. All in all, Charlotte spanked Lucille ten times - a measured number, counted aloud each step of the way. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she tried to put on a brave face and not give her Mommy the satisfaction of a successful punishment. Even now, she wanted to hold onto the bratty resolve of Operation Prissy.  Charlotte set down the brush and adjusted Lucille to sit upright, diaper still around her legs, which hung over the edge of the changing table. She sniffled and avoided eye contact with Charlotte.  “Do you know why Mommy had to punish you, sweetie?” She nodded.  “Use your words.” “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes M-Mommy…” “Why?” “Because I was n-naughty.” Charlotte nodded. “And will you behave yourself next time?” “Yes Mommy.” Charlotte stared, expecting more.  “…I’ll be a good girl next time.” Charlotte smiled and nodded. She lifted Lucille up to her arms and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek, wiping a small tear from it. She looked at Lucille’s butt, bright red, and have a little kiss on one of its cheeks, drawing a wince from the Little. She then pulled the diaper back up.  Angie entered the room again at Charlotte’s beckoning, carrying their supplies. Lucille looked at her and the maid instantly saw her glossy eyes, and flashed a look of sympathy in return.  “P-paci?” Lucille asked Angie in a small voice. Angie obliged and placed it into Lucille’s mouth, and she began vigorously suckling. It strangely managed to soothe her a bit, and she further buried her face in Charlotte’s warm neck for comfort.  “Now, let’s get out there and say bye-bye to all the nice people, hm?” — Hazel quietly shut the door to the castle’s front hall behind her, careful not to wake anyone at this late hour. The entire royal family would be asleep, not to mention much of the staff. She took a couple steps on the marble tile before realising what a racket her heels would make. Stumbling ever so slightly, she took her heels off and carried them with her, walking barefoot up the stairs. A back was in her other hand which contained the casual clothes she had worn earlier in the day.  Spending the night with Olivia had been, as expected, an exhausting experience. Not just because her sister was much more energetic than she was, but because Hazel simply didn’t have the social battery for a night on the town. The loud music, the lights, getting hit on by random men… not something she was eager to do again.  Still, it wasn’t an entirely unpleasant experience, as evidenced by her current, slightly tipsy state. She and Olivia had chatted about a million things between rounds of dancing, and despite their differences, she felt she reconnected with her sister in a way she hadn’t been able to in a while. It was a small step forward for them, but one that gave her hope of getting along a little better down the line.  For now, though, she wanted to sleep. It was after midnight, and she had to be up bright and early at 6am to attend to her duties. She wasn’t looking forward to the hangover she’d probably have. As she approached her room, she paused, then decided to continue on down the hallway. She made her way through the castle until she eventually reached Lucille’s nursery. She just couldn’t help but check on her, even now.   She gently opened the door, keeping it and herself as quiet as possible. Inside, the nursery was barely illuminated by the soft pink nightlight on the far end. Hazel could see Lucille fast asleep through the the crib, and she could have left her little check in there. But she decided to step inside, shutting the door behind her and tiptoeing over.  She placed her bag and her shoes down and leaned over the edge of the crib to peer inside. There, she saw Lucille, suckling her pack and dressed a footed sleeper onesie - appropriate for the increasingly cold weather - with an embroidered design on the front which read “Nap Queen”. She smirked. Then she noticed that Angie had attempted to swaddle her in a blanket but clearly not done a great job, as in her sleep the Princess had wriggled her way out of it, and was now sleeping splayed out on the bed.  Hazel couldn’t help but smile wide in her slightly intoxicated state. Lucille was just too precious - she really had come to dislike being away from her for too long. Seeing family was nice, but seeing her little sleeping angel made her heart melt in a way that nobody else could really understand. In her absentminded admiration, she stumbled a bit on her feet, and the jostle was enough to make Lucille‘s eyes flutter open.  “Mmmph…” Lucille groaned. “Oh, darn… it’s okay Princess, go back to sleep.” “Mmnnn… Nana…” Lucille rubbed her eyes sleepily and then extended her arms upwards, lazily making grabby motions with her fingers.  Well, how was Hazel supposed to resist that? She gently picked Lucille up out of her crib and cooed down at her.  “Sorry Nana woke you, cutie-pie…” she planted a soft kiss on the Little’s forehead. Lucille then began pressing her hands against Hazel’s chest. She allowed the pacifier to fall from her mouth and tumble to the floor, and proceeded to start pressing her lips against Hazel’s breast. She had squeezed into one of her sister’s dresses for the dancing, and given that Olivia was more petite than she was, it certainly gave some prominence to her chest in a way that even a sleepy Little seemed to have noticed.  “Well, hello there!” She giggled. Lucille continued giving attention to her breasts. “Something on your mind?” “Mmmn… milk…” Lucille replied, eyes closed.  “Oh, alright… just a quick midnight snack, huh?” She carried Lucille over to the rocking chair and popped her breast out of the dress. Lucille needed some help finding the nipple in her sleepiness, but once it filled her mouth she began suckling happily.  “Good girl…” Hazel sighed and let her shoulders drop. She felt a weight lifted from her, physically and mentally, as the Little nursed. She felt that things were as they should be again.  She needed this moment.  And though she didn’t know it, Lucille needed it too. 

Anyone still active here?  Just a DL in the area 

It's a moving image. It says "All day Every day" in bright colors.  At night too lol! Alas, I could not find any All Day All Night images I liked so I went with this one. 

I despise body hair so yes have been shaving for years, I’m fortunate I don’t have thick hair, plus my legs look really good in skirts