Christmas in Aeyuivia (Short Story)

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Christmas in Aeyuivia

A Christmas Short Story by LittleFallenPrincess

 

So for Christmas, I figured I'd try my hand at my very first short story. I have only ever written long stories (which a lot of you may have already read), and I've wanted to try writing short stories for a while now, and I thought what better time than Christmas?

No artwork for this one, as it's just a short story. I hope everyone likes it. And whilst you can enjoy this story by itself, those who have read/are reading my other stories will be at an advantage. If you haven't, go read them! Links to them at the bottom of the post! Please leave comments and all that fun stuff!

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Once upon a time, in a far off Fairytale Kingdom, there lived a King and a Queen.

They ruled together over the Kingdom of Aeyuivia. And during their reign, there was peace and prosperity.

Queen Rhea was a beautiful Queen. Both in her beauty and her personality. The people loved her, adored her even. She was benevolent and often seen out of the castle, attending people in need as best she could. She was such a generous soul and always put the needs of others before her own.

Born in Aeyuivia, she was the only child of the previous King, who passed away when Rhea was young. The previous King was dying, and to ensure both his daughter wouldn’t be lonely, and to ensure the Kingdom’s safety and prosperity, he organised a marriage for his daughter to a Prince from a neighbouring Kingdom.

Shortly after the King passed away, Princess Rhea took the throne, marrying Prince Maxwell from the Kingdom of Zodopis when they were both 24, becoming Queen and King of Aeyuivia.

For two glorious years, the Kingdom thrived more than it had ever done under the previous rule. Those within the Kingdom would attribute this to Queen Rhea’s diplomacy with other nations and the way she ruled the Kingdom, whereas those outside the Kingdom would rather attribute this to her husband, as he was the King, and even in this fairytale world, Kings were seen as more important than Queens.

The King wasn’t as favoured amongst their subjects as the Queen was. He seemed cold, calculated, and manipulative. Not being a native to Aeyuivia, he was treated like an outsider by many, which made him that much more harsh when it came to how he treated others.

And whilst the Kingdom prospered, whilst the people were happy, and whilst the King ruled how he wanted... the Queen continued on, doing her best, not saying a word, not putting her happiness above that of the Kingdom.

But the people noticed. The King noticed. And there was much unease about the castle one night, just a couple of days before Winter Solstice, or as you may know it, Christmas.

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“Dear, how was your day?” Maxwell asked, sat at one end of the long, extravagant dinner table.

The snowfall that could be seen through the windows in the dining hall was illuminated by the roaring fire that kept this room of the castle warm.

“It was okay. I helped the baker with her sign.” Answered Rhea.

Maxwell spat out his food at this information.

“What? Why would you do something like that?”

Rhea rolled her eyes at her husband for what seemed the billionth time since they were married.

“Because she needed someone to hold the sign whilst she pinned it back. I was the only one around, so I offered my services.”

“But you’re Queen. Not some... peasant.” You could hear the disdain in his voice.

“And?”

“In my Kingdom, you wouldn’t even leave the castle, let alone go and risk your life... and your reputation, by helping the commoners!”

“That’s why my Kingdom thrives, and yours no longer exists, dear.” Rhea smiled.

“OUR kingdom.” Maxwell reminded her.

“Yes. Ours. Whatever. Just eat your dinner, the staff have worked extra hard on tonight’s meal and I’d hate to see you waste it by letting it go cold.”

Maxwell was visibly frustrated, but shut his mouth as he quietly ate his evening meal.

Rhea was happy in the silence that followed, the only noises being made were that of cutlery being used.

The castle staff were all gone for the evening, Queen Rhea had seen to that. They had all refused, telling her they were happy to stay and serve them, but she had insisted, telling them to enjoy as much of Yule with their families as possible. So the staff reluctantly all went home.

 

Well, all but one.

 

Lydia had stayed, refusing the leave the Queen alone with no one to assist her. And she wouldn’t take no for an answer, so Queen Rhea allowed her to stay, but made sure that the kitchen staff had made a portion of the same meal the Queen and King were eating just for her. King Maxwell wasn’t happy that she was getting the same food as them, but he was at least content that he got his way in regards to her eating with them. Rhea insisted that Lydia dined with them, but he refused, so in the end she ate in the kitchen whilst the King and Queen dined together.

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Shortly after finishing, Lydia popped her head in the doorway, looking around.

“What is it, girl?” Maxwell was irate at the sudden interruption.

Interruption of what, I have no idea, but he was annoyed nonetheless.

“Sorry to bother you, your highness, but I was just wondering if your meals were okay and if you needed anything... seeing as the rest of the staff are gone.” Lydia asked, nervously. She seemed like a shy little door mouse in comparison to the disgruntled, well-fed cat that Maxwell seemed to often play the part of.

“We’re fine...” Rhea started to reply, but was hastily cut off by Maxwell.

“Good. At least one of the staff knows their place. Go get me a bottle of red wine. Not the fancy stuff, get one of the higher shelf bottles.”

Lydia nodded and smiled, glancing at Rhea who smiled back, weakly.

“Why did you let all the staff go early?” Maxwell started the conversation back up with Rhea, who rolled her eyes yet again and looked towards her husband.

“Because it’s two nights before the Winter Solstice. It’s for spending time with loved ones. Their families, partners, children...”

As soon as she said children, she quickly regretted it.

She regretted it because she knew what that would start.

“Speaking of which... why haven’t we had a child yet?” Maxwell asked, as if on cue.

Rhea’s muscles tensed as she repeated the same thing she told him every week.

“No idea. It must just not be in the cards for us.” She explained to him, yet again.

“I don’t accept that. There must be a reason.”

“Maybe one of us can’t have them?” she suggested.

“Well it can’t be me. My family were all healthy and fertile!” Maxwell boasted.

Rhea just rolled her eyes and carried on eating, but was pleasantly surprised when Lydia walked back in with a bottle of wine, offering it to King Maxwell.

“Good girl. Now leave us. Actually...” he stopped the young woman before she could move a single step, “prepare our bedroom for us.”

Rhea knew what that meant.

Maxwell would try for a baby with her again. They’d ultimately fail and she’d just have to pretend to be sad.

 

You see, Queen Rhea was happiest when she was around other people. People that weren’t her husband. She hadn’t wanted to disappoint her father, and even after the Kingdom of Zodopis fell into ruin, she kept up the happily married appearance to everyone, not wanting to affect the Kingdom. To her, her people were the most important thing, and if her loveless marriage meant the Kingdom prospered, she would put up with this oafish, selfish man.

And just like every month, the King tried for a baby with her. Every month they failed, not knowing what the cause of this failure was. The Queen would show no interest, and the King would storm off for the night, having a temper tantrum at how little interest she shows in him.

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As Rhea lay there in bed, trying to forget about Maxwell and this whole ‘male heir’ thing he was so focused on, she wrapped the silk sheets around her body as she called for Lydia.

Popping her head in first, Lydia shyly stepped in.

“How can I help you, Ma’am?” she asked, shyly.

“Run me a bath, will you dear?” Rhea asked with her sweetest voice.

“Of course!” Lydia nodded, rushing into the bathroom and turning the water on.

Getting out of bed, making sure to keep her modesty using the sheets, Rhea created a makeshift dress with her bedding and strolled across her lavish bedroom. The cold winter night outside the windows contrasted against the warm, cosy sleeping area that was full of pillows, exotic materials and a large fireplace similar to that found in other rooms of the castle.

Stopping in the doorway to the bathroom, Rhea leaned against the wood and smiled as she watched her personal maid run her a bath, making sure it was the perfect temperature. As she stared at Lydia’s face, Rhea’s heart was racing, her knees felt weak. But by now, she was used to this feeling, she knew how to control it. Ever since Lydia started here, Rhea learned how to keep her feelings in check.

‘Kingdom over feelings’ she would often remind herself.

“Sweetie...” her sultry voice carried itself across the bathroom, over the sound of the running water.

Lydia looked up at Rhea and smiled, her cheeks turning red.

“Yes... Ma’am?”

“You take care of me all the time. Cleaning, running my baths, helping me dress... when are you going to let me take care of you?” Rhea asked.

“Ma’am... you’re my Queen. I’m supposed to take care of you. It’s my job, and my honour.”

‘One of these days though...’ Rhea thought to herself as she continued watching Lydia work.

 

------------------------ Earlier that evening -------------------------

“We found one, your Highness.” The guard said, saluting as he bowed before the King.

“Where?” Maxwell asked, impatiently.

“In the tavern. She isn’t local, she was just visiting, but the rumours are that she’s legitimate.”

“So she can do real magic?”

“Yes sir. Healed some of the sick, created things out of nothing. I wouldn’t have believed it myself if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

“Take me there. Now.” The King ordered, stepping into his carriage as the guard saluted and climbed up, sitting next to the driver. Whipping the reins, the horses took their orders and sped off into the night, taking the King to where he believed the fix to all his problems sat, probably getting drunk.

 

As they sped through the cobbled streets, the city was mostly silent. Crime wasn’t an issue here, and people were orderly and happy. The water over by the docks reflected the moonlight, illuminating the streets as the horses galloped towards the tavern at the other end of the city.

 

“This is where you saw her last?” The King asked the guard.

“Yes, your majesty. She was here. By the sounds of it... she’s not left yet.”

The tavern was more lively than usual, or at least it sounded like it from the outside.

“Come on then. Let’s go have a chat with her, shall we?”

The guard escorted the King into the tavern and pointed out the woman they were looking for.

“You. Come with. The King wants to speak to you.” The guard ordered the woman at the bar who at this point had gathered quite the crowd.

She nodded and took a swig of her drink before wandering over to the King who stood by the exit.

“Yes, your majesty?” She asked.

The woman wore a long, black cloak, her face mostly hidden by the hood attached to it.

“You’re a Witch, correct?” Maxwell asked.

“I am. And how can I help you?”

“I... I have a private matter that I’d rather discuss with you elsewhere...”

“Would you like to talk in your carriage, my Lord?” The Witch offered.

King Maxwell nodded and they walked out together, getting into his carriage as the guard closed the door, ensuring no one heard their conversation.

“So, what can I do for you?” the Witch asked casually.

Maxwell was not impressed by the way this woman spoke to him, but he knew best not to annoy a Witch, especially one who’s help he needed, so he pushed past the disrespectful nature of the Witch and continued.

“My wife... she... she can’t have a child.”

“And you want her to?”

“She... she says it’s me. And I see the way she looks at me in bed. She’s not interested in me. But I don’t care about that. I want an heir. So I want her pregnant.”

“Is she okay with this?” The Witch raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t care. She is the Queen. She is there to provide me with an heir. That’s it.”

“So you’re happy to force this upon her, against her wishes?”

“Yes, now can you do it or not?” The King demanded an answer.

“I... can. For a price.”

“Name it.”

“I want whatever expensive piece of art you have in your castle. Just one piece, of my choosing.”

“Is that it?” The King was relieved at this offer, he was expecting a blood sacrifice or a soul or a large amount of land. His art collection, which was really his wife’s, meant very little to him, so he was happy to part with one piece.

“Yes. And for that, I will give you a baby.”

“Deal. How long will it take?” he asked.

“One night. You will have your baby by... what do you call it? Yule? Winter Solstice?”

“That quickly?”

“Oh yes. Just get me to the castle so I can perform the spell.”

“Then do it. I want that baby.”

The Witch shook his hand and smiled as the King gave his driver orders to return to the castle.

 

The King strode through the castle, excited by what the next couple of days had in store for him, for his future, and for this Kingdom. He’d finally have his heir, and that way he would ensure his bloodline continued to be in royalty. He didn’t care about Queen Rhea, but then she didn’t care about him.

The Witch followed behind him, looking at each piece of art along the way, trying to decide what to take. The guards had been ordered not to stop her from taking one item, whatever that may be. Her long black robes flowed as her head darted from side to side, examining each piece.

“She should be upstairs, in the bedroom. Go work your magic. It better work, otherwise my guards will hunt you down...” Maxwell threatened her.

But the Witch seemed unfazed and shrugged her shoulders as she deposited something in her satchel and glided over to the stairway up to the next floor of the castle.

Slowly opening the door, she looked in to see the Queen in a silk sheet watching someone else run a bath for her. She couldn’t see their faces, but she knew which was the Queen, and what their relationship was.

She didn’t make a noise, she didn’t alert them to her presence, and they didn’t suspect they were being watched.

The Witch just stood there, watching the pair for a few minutes.

Smiling, she waved her hand, a black haze weaving itself around her fingers, as she cast her spell on the unsuspecting target.

‘I’ll give you your baby, your majesty...’

 

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The next morning, the King awoke earlier than usual and rushed to the Queen’s chambers to see if the spell had taken effect.

He was expecting the Queen to be pregnant, ready to give birth for Winter Solstice, as the Witch had claimed.

But Queen Rhea lay in bed, asleep, with no visible signs of pregnancy. And at the foot of the bed, was a crib. A crib larger than any he had seen before. A crib that would probably be large enough for him to fit inside of it. And from inside the crib, he heard movement. A rustling noise, a suckling sound.

‘Is this my heir? Is this my son?’ He thought as he crept over to the crib excitedly. ‘Did the Witch give me my son without the birth?’

But as he looked inside, he was surprised by what he saw and fell backwards, knocking a small table over and waking up Rhea.

“What on Earth?” Rhea yelled as she shot up out of bed.

“It’s... it’s...!” he couldn’t get his words out as he pointed to the large ornate crib that wasn’t there last night.

“What is this crib doing there?” Rhea asked. “Is this some way for you to tell me I need to be pregnant?”

“I... no... look!” he said.

Rhea wrapped her sheets around her like she did last night and stepped out of bed, walking around towards the new crib. She didn’t fail to roll her eyes at her husband as she walked past him though.

“What are you talking about...”

Looking down, she saw Lydia, her personal maid, lay in the crib, in nothing but a large, soft cloth nappy and sucking on a dummy.

“L... Lydia?” Rhea asked nervously.

Lydia just suckled on her dummy and rolled about, kicking her feet. She looked just like a baby. Not an actual baby, she was still herself, still her normal body, but the nappy she was wearing and the behaviour she was exhibiting... she looked just like an infant would look if they were aged up 24 years. Rhea couldn’t help but stare at the infantilised woman’s breasts as they were exposed for all to see.

“What did you do to her?” Rhea turned around and you could tell by her face that she wasn’t messing about. Something within her turned the once normally shy, reserved, polite Queen into someone with enough anger to burn a village down. Or an entire nation.

“I... I...” Maxwell stuttered, unable to tell her the truth.

“SPIT IT OUT!” Rhea’s voice filled the castle and everything came to a standstill. Even Maxwell was taken aback by this version of his wife, a side of her he had never seen before.

“I... I saw a Witch last night. She said she’d give me an heir. That I’d have one by Winter Solstice. I thought that you’d just be made pregnant with my child and then we’d have a son in a day or two!”

“You... did this without my consent? You want an heir that badly? And what about poor Lydia here?”

“The Witch! I bet this is her joke! She’s given us a baby, that stupid little maid turned into a big baby!”

“GET OUT!” Rhea screamed, causing Maxwell to grab his nightcap and run out of the room, scared out of his mind.

Suddenly there was crying coming from behind her.

“Lydia!” Turning around quickly, she bent down to aid the crying woman, and quickly found that she could lift her with ease. It was if she weighed the same as an infant.

“I’m sorry sweetie, its okay, Mummy’s here now...”

That word. That name. That... title. Something within her awakened and that word that previously never impacted her, suddenly made her feel... complete.

Holding the infantilised woman in her arms, as Lydia wrapped her legs around her new Mummy, Rhea started gently bouncing Lydia up and down, shushing her gently as the crying slowly came to a stop.

“Mummy’s here, babygirl. Mean old Maxwell can’t hurt you. I won’t let him. You’re not stupid. You’re my little bundle of joy. You’re my adorable little baby. And until I find that Witch... I’ll make sure you’re loved and protected.”

She kissed Lydia’s forehead.

“Maybe now I can show you how much you mean to me...” Rhea said as she snuggled Lydia against her.

Lydia suckled her dummy and snuggled against Rhea’s chest. She seemed happy now that she was in her Mummy’s arms, which made Rhea happy too.

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“Get me that Witch. Drag her in if you have to!” The King screamed to his guards. Afraid of what he may do, they all nodded and followed orders, flooding out on to the streets, looking for the Witch who had tricked him.

Pacing back and forth in the great chamber, the King was full of anger but was also still feeling the after effects of his wife’s rage. Never had he seen her act so defensive of another person before. Sure, she was protective of her subjects, of her Kingdom, but not on this level. With Lydia it was almost... primal.

“I knew it. I knew she cared about that stupid wench more than me...”

The door opened, instantly diverting Maxwell’s attention.

“And this is Daddy... for now. But if he keeps calling you names and saying mean things about you, he’ll find himself sleeping outside with the horses...” Rhea said as she walked in with a giggling Lydia in her arms, resting on her hip.

“What are you doing with her? Put her down!” Maxwell ordered.

Rhea just ignored him and carried on walking around their large seating area, giving little Lydia a tour despite her having worked there for years. Neither Rhea nor Lydia minded, as they both seemed to enjoy all this.

“Rhea. Put her down. Now. She’s your maid dressed like a stupid baby! She’s not actually your child!” Maxwell threw the book he was holding on the ground.

“And you’re not actually the love of my life, but I pretend you are.” She snapped back, instantly shutting Maxwell up.

Storming off out of the room, Maxwell left Rhea and Lydia alone together.

“Ignore him sweetpea. I know you’re not actually my baby. But... surely you’ve seen the way I look at you. I’ve wanted to take care of you and love you for so long... and now I finally can. I know we’ll find the Witch eventually, and we’ll get this spell reversed, but I’m going to enjoy this special time with you as my baby whilst I can. You okay with that sweetpea?”

Lydia looked Rhea in the eyes, as if she understood it all, and nodded.

“Wait... can you understand me?” Rhea asked. Her face turned a deep red as she just realised she had actually confessed her love to her.

Lydia nodded and smiled.

“Can you speak?”

“Bla blah babababa...” As Lydia tried to speak, all that came out was baby babble.

“So no speech, but you can understand me and think somewhat like an adult?”

Lydia nodded again.

“Are you... okay like this?”

Lydia took a second, looking at her new ‘Mummy’, before nodding and nuzzling into her chest.

“I’ll look after you sweetheart. Mummy’s got you. Ignore my husband, he’s... not a very nice person.”

That’s when Lydia looked up and kissed the side of Rhea’s cheek, causing her heart to melt.

“Oh baby!” Rhea kissed Lydia’s dummy and rocked her back and forth. “No matter what, I’ll take care of you. No force can keep us apart now. I’m... I’m sorry I didn’t make my feelings known sooner.”

In Rhea’s mind, she couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She had the person she had loved for many years in her arms and for some reason, she actually liked that she was her baby, even if only for the time being. Something about the infantilised woman interested her, and she wondered if this could be a thing, even after she’s cured.

‘If I have to, I’ll be your Mummy forever and ever...’ Rhea thought as she stared into her crush’s eyes.

And unbeknownst to her, in Lydia’s mind, very similar thoughts were swirling around that baby brain of hers.

Being touched by the woman she’s had feelings for all these years, being held and kissed by her... having all this care and love and attention... she was in heaven. She wasn’t sure what was going on regarding a Witch and a spell and all that, she had just gone to sleep last night and woke up this morning dressed like this, in the crib at the foot of Rhea’s bed. And for some reason, she kept her adult brain despite the baby babble, but it seemed to have cravings. Cravings that a baby or infant would have. To play, to snuggle, to nurse. It was like she was in control of herself, but her voice and her needs weren’t her own. Or at least weren’t her usual ones...

‘If it means spending my life like this... as long as I get to be with you like this, I’ll be happy.’ Lydia thought as she rested her head on Rhea’s chest.

The two seemed inseparable.

 

Walking into the kitchen, Rhea and Lydia surprised the staff, who were busy cooking breakfast for the King and Queen.

“Y... your Majesty...” The chef said, nervous to say anything about the former-maid-turned-baby in the Queen’s arms. “What... what can we do for you?”

“Have you got anything suitable for Lydia here?” Rhea asked, bouncing little Lydia up and down gently.

“I... can I speak freely, Ma’am?” he asked.

“Of course Jacob. You know you can always talk to me about anything.”

“May I ask why Miss Lydia is dressed like... that?”

Lydia’s face was bright red at this point, she was obviously embarrassed to be seen like this.

“I’ll be honest with you. With you all. I trust you won’t say a word outside this castle?”

“Of course, Ma’am, we are all loyal to you.”

“Thank you Jacob. Well you know my husband wants an heir?”

“Yes Ma’am, we are all well aware...”

“Well he thought he could trust a Witch to give us one... without consulting me first. And apparently as either a joke, or a way to get back at my husband, she has cast a spell on poor Lydia here, turning her into our baby. But as you can see, only in clothing and language. She’s still mentally herself, so please don’t make fun of her or judge her, she had no say in this either. I couldn’t let the poor girl go without a Mummy, so until we find the Witch, she’s to be cared for and treated as if she is my actual infant daughter. Is that a problem for anyone?”

The whole kitchen staff looked and smiled at the cute couple.

Jacob stepped forward and smiled.

“Your Majesty... motherhood suits you. And we’ve all seen the way you two look at each other. We won’t say anything and we won’t judge. I take it the King isn’t happy though?”

“Not at all, but I don’t care. Now, I’ve never had a baby before... what... what do I feed Lydia?”

“Does she eat adult meals or does the spell require her to eat like a baby?”

“Oh. I didn’t think about that. I purely thought of her as if she was a baby. Maybe I...”

The staff all looked at the Queen and some of them smiled and giggled.

“What?” Rhea asked.

One of the serving girls at the back spoke up. “Umm... she may need to... nurse?”

Rhea looked down to see Lydia trying to nurse through Rhea’s nightgown.

“Oh... umm... but I don’t...” she stopped before finishing that sentence as she saw her gown develop a wet patch on the other side of her chest.

“Must be the spell, Ma’am...” Jacob suggested.

“Right. Nevermind. Umm... usual breakfast then I suppose, I’ll go... nurse... I suppose...” Rhea said, blushing as she quickly exited the kitchen.

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“Here you go, Ma’am. Your breakfast. I see Lydia has latched...” Said the serving girl from before.

Rhea looked up, coming out of her own little world and smiling at the girl.

“Thank you for the advice. It must be the spell, making her want to nurse. Though Lydia seems... happy?”

“You both do...” she replied, causing Rhea to blush. Lydia seemed otherwise unfazed as she carried on nursing from Rhea.

“Thank you. For understanding. I... it’s weird, I know... but it’s as if its... normal? I don’t know. Anyway, you may go now. Take the afternoon off, go spend this last day before Winter Solstice with your family. We’ll only need basic kitchen staff over the next couple of days.”

“Thank you Ma’am.” The Serving girl smiled.

“Oh sweetheart... my little Lydia...” Rhea said as the serving girl left the two to it.

 

“WHAT ON EARTH?” Maxwell yelled as he stormed in, confronting his wife and... his newly adopted daughter?

“She needed to nurse. So that’s what I’m doing. Got a problem?” Rhea asked.

“A problem? Of course! She’s a grown woman!”

“Who is stuck acting like a baby until you find that Witch and get things fixed...”

“We’re looking, okay? Just... stop that!”

“No.” She gave a short, sharp answer.

“I’m ordering you...” Maxwell was trying his best to be in control, but his wife was having none of it.

“You can order all you want, you’re not stopping me...” Rhea wouldn’t back down.

Maxwell stormed back out again, before returning with two of his most loyal guards.

“Take her. I’m sick of that woman. Always giving my wife those long looks. And I’ve seen the way you look back at her!” Maxwell ordered his guards, one grabbing Rhea and the other wrapping his arms around Lydia, pulling her away from her Mummy.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” Rhea ordered.

Whilst most of the guards and all of the staff were loyal to Rhea, Maxwell kept these two guards nearby at all times, as they were only loyal to him. And he knew that. He knew they’d do anything for him.

So as one took a crying Lydia out of the room, her kicking and screaming at being torn away from Rhea, the other held Rhea back, who looked ready to start a fight.

“This is for your own good.” Maxwell said.

Maxwell followed the guard who was carrying Lydia out, as Rhea fell to her knees, crying.

 

Lydia didn’t know what was happening as she was carried out of the castle by this large man, followed by the King. One moment she was nursing from Queen Rhea, slowly coming to terms with the fact she actually enjoyed it, the next she was torn away and being dumped in a carriage with the King, as it rode away into the city.

“You stupid girl. You ruined everything. That Witch ruined everything. All you women ruin everything. Rhea... ugh, she ruined my life!” Maxwell was having another of his long rants.

‘Yeah yeah... you ruined hers, jerk!’ Lydia thought to herself as the carriage bounced around due to the cobblestone streets.

“It should be me that the people love, not her! I mean she can’t even produce for me an heir! All I wanted was a son, and that stupid Witch cursed me with not only a daughter, but... you! An adult! You’re not even mine by blood, you’re just dressed like this... Of course it was you though. The woman who stole my wife’s heart. I remember the day you started working at the castle. My wife was entranced. Her whole attitude towards me changed as soon as you arrived. Sure, maybe she never really loved me when we first got married... but before she met you she at least pretended she did! And who knows, maybe one day she will? But you... you ruined that! Temptress! Whore!”

Wanting to give in to this spell, the one that made her want to act more babyish, but not wanting to show weakness in front of this man, she fought her hardest not to cry. She held on to her emotions as he rambled on and on about ‘women this’ and ‘women that’ and ‘my country wouldn’t be in ruin if I wasn’t King of this dump...’

‘He really doesn’t shut up, does he? No wonder Queen Rhea isn’t in love with him...’ Lydia thought to herself.

“And you... you love her, don’t you? Well too bad, because we’re never going to find that Witch. We’re never going to reverse this spell. You’re going to be stuck like this, like a baby, for the rest of your life. You’re not actually my baby, so I don’t have to keep you. So we’re taking you to a place that takes care of people like you, weird people. They’ll lock you up and keep you there, out of my way, so you can’t cause problems.”

Lydia gave in to her emotions at that point and started screaming, like the baby she was dressed as.

“AHH, SHUT UP!” Maxwell screamed as the carriage came to a stop.

“Your Majesty...” the guard said as he opened the door.

“Take her. Book her in under a false name. Don’t give details, just say she’s crazy. King’s rule, she stays here. I’ll see you back at the castle...”

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Hours passed. Rhea had been kept in that room for hours by the other guard that was loyal to only the King, unable to call out for help to any of those loyal to her. She couldn’t escape out of the window, it was too high up. She couldn’t scream, the castle was too big and most of the staff were out until later this evening. She was alone, and as the minutes passed, the separation hurt more and more. She needed her baby. She needed Lydia.

At the very least she needed to know if she was okay, if she was safe.

But after the first hour, she became more and more sick with worry.

After a few hours, she was ready to fight.

So around dinnertime, when her husband returned, she was ready.

 

“Hello dear...” Maxwell said as he walked into the room.

Much to his surprise, a book flung past his head, hitting his guard that stood behind him square in the face, knocking him out cold.

“I... It was for the best...” Maxwell cowered and tried to weasel himself out of all of this, but Rhea wasn’t having any of it.

“YOU! TOOK! MY! BABY!” Rhea ran at him like a raging bull, charging him directly on, hitting him and pinning him to the wall. “WHERE IS SHE?”

“I... I’ll never tell! You’re never going to see her again!” he grinned.

“Oh... I think she will...” A voice from behind the pair cackled by the fireplace.

Turning around, Rhea saw a woman clad in dark clothing, staring at the fire. Maxwell recognised the woman as the Witch who had screwed him over.

“YOU!” he yelled.

“Wait... this is the Witch?” Rhea asked.

“This is the bitc...” his mouth shut instantly. He started screaming, but he was unable to open his lips to say a word.

“Sorry about him dear. You really should pick better. Maybe a certain... maid?” Said the Witch, who had still not turned around to face them.

“How did you...?” Rhea was about to ask when the Witch cut her off.

“I knew it from the moment I laid my eyes on you both. You two were meant to be. I... just gave you both a slight push. But then this joke of a man decided to ruin my plans.”

“You... were trying to help us?” Rhea asked, becoming more at ease around the strange woman.

“Of course, I hate to see people wasting their lives with the wrong people. So I gave you two a nudge.”

“But... why the baby thing?”

“What did you do as soon as you found her like that?” the Witch asked.

“I... I looked after her...”

“And?”

“....and confessed my feelings. Of course. But how did you know it would work?”

“Trust me. I could tell you had a maternal side. You’re destined to be a Mummy. And she makes a very cute baby.”

“That she does...” Rhea smiled and laughed.

Maxwell was still screaming and yelling behind his stuck lips, and the two women were just ignoring him, which infuriated him more.

“Now, I know where she is. You better be quick though, it’s nearly Yule or whatever you call it.” The Witch handed the Queen a map that had a large X above a building.

“But what about Maxwell?” Rhea asked.

“What would you like me to do to him?”

“I... I’d like him gone, to be perfectly honest. Wow, I can’t believe I said that. After all these years. Yes, I’d like him gone please.”

“Where? I’m happy to assist.”

“Somewhere that he deserves...”

“I know just the place...” The Witch grinned.

The Witch waved her hands and conjured a portal out of nowhere. Grabbing Maxwell, she pushed him through the portal and waved as his face turned from rage to fear.

“There. He’s gone. Your life is your own now. Don’t waste it, go get her!”

The Witch opened another portal and stood by it, before turning around. Her face was still obscured by her hood.

“Seriously. Go get her. You two are meant to be. Stop worrying about what others need, and go do this for you, and for her!”

“Wait! I don’t even know your name!” Rhea said just as the Witch was stepping through the portal she had created.

“...Dahlia. And you’re welcome.”

And in an instant, the Witch was gone.

Grabbing her winter coat, Rhea instructed the staff and guards that were returning to keep the two guards who were loyal to her now ex-husband in the dungeon. She would have words with them both later and regretfully inform them they are no longer employed. She’d also have to inform the Kingdom that the King was... gone and wouldn’t be coming back, hopefully.

But for now... she had to rescue her baby.

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Lydia lay on the cold, hard bed of whatever this place was. Was it an orphanage? Was it a hospital? Was it some kind of ward? She wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, she didn’t like it. The windows were barred and there was no heating. The sheets were scratchy and she still couldn’t do anything for herself, so she was relying on the staff here to look after her, but they weren’t sure what was up with her or why the King instructed her to be kept here, so they weren’t much use.

She was scared, but what scared her most was not seeing the Queen again.

So staring out of the window, hoping that maybe the Queen would be able to find her and rescue her, she watched as the snow fell outside in the cold, dark evening before Winter solstice.

As the hours passed, hope of rescue dwindled gradually, until there was very nearly nothing left.

But just as the last flicker of hope faded from her heart, a light appeared in the dark, distant streets.

The dark winter night tried to drown out the light, but it fought its way towards Lydia, getting closer every second. The light snowfall had turned to a full snowstorm, yet the light burned brightly, refusing to give in to the darkness of the pitch black streets.

‘What... what is that?’ Lydia thought as she fixated on the light at the end of the road.

The closer it got the more of the street it illuminated. At a certain point, it was clear that it was a lantern being held by someone. And that little remaining flicker of hope burst into an inferno within Lydia’s soul as she spotted the outline of someone getting closer. And closer. And closer.

‘Please. Please be her...’

And as the light reached the opposite side of the street where Lydia was being held, she noticed the long robe that she had been washing for so many years, the dress that she had always admired.

The woman she had always loved.

 

The dark figure stormed through the front doors to the building, and all Lydia could make out was a lot of screaming and shouting. Followed by a lot of apologising. Shortly after, the same men who had put her here rushed through and freed her from this bed, putting her in a wheelchair and wheeling her out to the entrance.

“BABY!” Rhea yelled as she rushed over and picked Lydia up, squeezing her tightly and kissing her.

As their lips connected, something rushed through them both, and suddenly Lydia was too heavy for Rhea to carry, so she had to let her down quickly.

Stumbling a bit, Lydia got her balance back and stared at the Queen.

“I... I think... I can speak!” She said.

“You... you’re back to normal!” Rhea said, gasping.

“I... thank you. Ma’am.” Lydia blushed.

“No. Not Ma’am.”

“...Thank you... Mummy...” Lydia ran at Rhea and wrapped her arms around her, kissing her lips and squeezing her.

Rhea squeezed her back and repeatedly kissed her face.

“You. Are mine now. And no one will ever take you away from me again. I promise you that. Now, how about we go home.” Rhea suggested.

“H... home?”

“Yes dear. To the castle. Your new home. You’re my baby. No matter whether magic is affecting us or not. I... I love you.” Rhea said as she held out her hand.

“I love you too. Mummy.” Lydia responded, grabbing hold of Rhea’s hand with both of hers.

The Queen and her baby walked out to the carriage that had finally caught up with them, hand in hand, fingers entwined.

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The Kingdom continued to prosper, it continued to thrive, despite the loss of its King. No one knew where he went, as the Witch never appeared again to divulge that information. No big loss if you ask anyone, the only two people still loyal to him ended up in the same place they tried to dump poor Lydia.

But the Kingdom gained a new member of Royalty, as shortly after that Winter Solstice, Queen Rhea married Lydia, but instead of making her Queen too, she decreed that she would be known as a Princess, which Princess Lydia seemed all too okay with.

They’ve lived happily ever since, and if rumours are to be believed, they both continued those roles that brought them together. According to visitors to the Kingdom, there is a nursery set up in the castle, just for the Princess.

But if you ask any in the Kingdom, they won’t tell you a thing, as they are all loyal to their Queen... and their ‘Baby’ Princess.

 

The End

 

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“So, did you enjoy that story, baby?” Charlotte looked down and smiled.

“Uh huh... but... wait... Dahlia?” The cogs in Olivia’s head were turning.

“I was thinking the same thing, Liv.”

“But... she gave us the book.”

“I know, she said we’d like it as a cute bedtime story...”

“Isn’t that her though? It seems like that’s her. Magic, portals... flowery names... Maybe this isn’t a fictional story. I mean... she has told us about all the different places she’s visited in the past... surely this can’t be another pair?” Liv scratched her head.

“Maybe it is. Which means...” Charlotte smiled.

“Dahlia though? Isn’t that a bit too... cheesy even for her?”

“Hey, I can’t talk. I would have picked something similar if I were her. I mean... I kind of am her.” Charlie laughed.

“Who wrote it though? She said she got it on one of her travels.”

“Must be one of the people from that Kingdom?”

“Which means there is a Princess... and a Queen... and wait, did she send the King here? That’s mean!”

“Seems so my love. Maybe we can ask her next time we see her. She should be stopping by sometime soon, it’s been a while since she last dropped in with Ellie.”

“Yeah. We’ll ask her. If we are right though, that’s so cool! She helped another pair! Plus a Queen and a Princess!” Liv was excited at the thought of there being a Princess variant.

“I know, now... my little princess needs her nappy changing and you need to get snuggled up, otherwise Father Christmas won’t come. I’ve heard from reliable sources that he’s got some extra special fun toys for extra special good little girls...”

Olivia got up, the plastic of her nappy crinkling as she climbed off the large sofa and started waddling towards the nursery. Charlie just sat back for a second, admiring her wife as she waddled out of the living room.

‘She’s so damn cute. That padded little butt makes my heart melt every time...’ Charlie thought to herself as she stood up and followed her wife to the nursery, patting Liv’s butt gently.

 

Lifting her in to the crib, Charlie tucked her little baby in and pulled the side of the crib up, taking extra care to give Liv a quick kiss on the head as she did.

“Now, off to sleep quickly sweetpea. Babies can’t stay up late on Christmas Eve. Night night my love, sleep well.”

“Nini Mummy!” Olivia said, as tiredness overcame her.

The light turned off and the nightlight activated as Olivia yawned and snuggled up with her newest stuffie, Flopsy.

“I... I’m a Princess...” she smiled as her eyes closed and she fell asleep.

 

[Moon3ye]

I think it's funny that you connected this short story with your world.

Presumably, Lydia and Rhea were really variants of our familiar characters.

I'm guessing that the item she took was something magical that she could use.

That Rose/Dahlie sent the king to the DD I think is actually fair (seriously I started the discussion in another story that I would trade with the DD, technology against criminals like murderers, rapists and pedophiles and the Amazons can do with them what they want. Therefore, I find the punishment for the king only fair).

I liked this whole short Christmas story.

[TerranV]

Well that was cute! Nice to see Liv and Charlie again. Rose is out there righting interdimensional wrongs I see... for a price.

Kinda curious how the King is faring. Probably not well.

[LittleFallenPrincess]

14 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

I think it's funny that you connected this short story with your world.

Presumably, Lydia and Rhea were really variants of our familiar characters.

I'm guessing that the item she took was something magical that she could use.

That Rose/Dahlie sent the king to the DD I think is actually fair (seriously I started the discussion in another story that I would trade with the DD, technology against criminals like murderers, rapists and pedophiles and the Amazons can do with them what they want. Therefore, I find the punishment for the king only fair).

I liked this whole short Christmas story.

I loved the idea of this being a bedtime story for someone, being read by their caregiver. And of course I couldn't resist connecting it back to my multiverse. I really need a name for that... LittleFallenVerse? FallenPrincessVerse? I quite like LittleFallenVerse

And you may be right about the variant thing, however due to ages... this means that Rose met them during her initial travels around the multiverse, shortly before or after meeting Charlie. As for the item... maybe :3

The king... maybe we'll see him in the future? Maybe we've already seen him in Little in Love? He's no king in the DD... probably just a regressed little baby.

And I'm glad you liked it!

14 hours ago, TerranV said:

Well that was cute! Nice to see Liv and Charlie again. Rose is out there righting interdimensional wrongs I see... for a price.

Kinda curious how the King is faring. Probably not well.

Yay! Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

Maybe we'll find out sometime in the future how the King is faring. I think you're right though... probably not well.

[kerry]

17 minutes ago, LittleFallenPrincess said:

I loved the idea of this being a bedtime story for someone, being read by their caregiver. And of course I couldn't resist connecting it back to my multiverse. I really need a name for that... LittleFallenVerse? FallenPrincessVerse? I quite like LittleFallenVerse

What about InVerse? Since all of your titles have "in" in them...

[T the Switch]

Hi LFP, 

Long time reader, first time commenter. Like I finally decided to make an account to comment.. I just wanna say I love your stories and themes. This short story was amazing as well and really makes me wanna snuggle. I know you are thinking about a name for your universe- maybe the LittleGardenVerse. If Rose is the prime character maybe or one who travels around helping other versions of her and Noelle the it's like a Rose going around and helping grow her little petals, helping others sow the seeds of their love.

I hope to start commenting and interacting more. But am shy and may continue to lurk. Thank you for writing like you do

[LittleFallenPrincess]

19 hours ago, T the Switch said:

Hi LFP, 

Long time reader, first time commenter. Like I finally decided to make an account to comment.. I just wanna say I love your stories and themes. This short story was amazing as well and really makes me wanna snuggle. I know you are thinking about a name for your universe- maybe the LittleGardenVerse. If Rose is the prime character maybe or one who travels around helping other versions of her and Noelle the it's like a Rose going around and helping grow her little petals, helping others sow the seeds of their love.

I hope to start commenting and interacting more. But am shy and may continue to lurk. Thank you for writing like you do

Awww thank you so much! This makes me so happy! I'm glad you enjoy my stories so much, and I know how scary it can be posting, so be proud of yourself for doing it! It's okay if you go back to lurking for a while though ?

I like LittleGardenVerse! But sadly, Rose isn't the prime character ? There are lots more secrets in store, with plenty of hidden clues still undiscovered that reveal more about all my characters...

On 12/16/2021 at 11:51 AM, kerry said:

What about InVerse? Since all of your titles have "in" in them...

I thought about that! But because its already a word, it doesn't stand out. It's definitely one of the ones I'm considering though, so thank you ?

[Sarah Penguin]

Silly Kings he probably should not not have badmouthed the Witch after she seemed to have left. She could be hanging out invisibly enjoying warm tea cause of the winter. Or she could have gone home and kept a magical  ear out for trouble. He did this to himself. I suspect he when  he passed through the portal he turned into a  woman to take absolutely everything he valued from him. I kind of hope he got changed into a massive  magical cloth diaper  and diaper cover that would spank him eternally directly to his butt.
 

[Moon3ye]

7 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

Silly Kings he probably should not not have badmouthed the Witch after she seemed to have left. She could be hanging out invisibly enjoying warm tea cause of the winter. Or she could have gone home and kept a magical  ear out for trouble. He did this to himself. I suspect he when  he passed through the portal he turned into a  woman to take absolutely everything he valued from him. I kind of hope he got changed into a massive  magical cloth diaper  and diaper cover that would spank him eternally directly to his butt.
 

Turning him directly into a girl when the witch sends him to DD that's a great idea.

For his ego, that must be incredibly humiliating.

And to make sure that he can only say nice things with the cutest girl voice lisping (so no cursing and such, but in his head still to drive him mad).

[Sarah Penguin]

4 hours ago, Moon3ye said:

Turning him directly into a girl when the witch sends him to DD that's a great idea.

For his ego, that must be incredibly humiliating.

And to make sure that he can only say nice things with the cutest girl voice lisping (so no cursing and such, but in his head still to drive him mad).

Mmn

[LittleFallenPrincess]

On 12/18/2021 at 12:05 AM, Sarah Penguin said:

Silly Kings he probably should not not have badmouthed the Witch after she seemed to have left. She could be hanging out invisibly enjoying warm tea cause of the winter. Or she could have gone home and kept a magical  ear out for trouble. He did this to himself. I suspect he when  he passed through the portal he turned into a  woman to take absolutely everything he valued from him. I kind of hope he got changed into a massive  magical cloth diaper  and diaper cover that would spank him eternally directly to his butt.
 

That would be meeeeeeean! But don't worry, I'm sure he got what was coming to him...

...and I'm sure we'll see him soon enough...

On 12/18/2021 at 7:37 AM, Moon3ye said:

Turning him directly into a girl when the witch sends him to DD that's a great idea.

For his ego, that must be incredibly humiliating.

And to make sure that he can only say nice things with the cutest girl voice lisping (so no cursing and such, but in his head still to drive him mad).

As cute and funny as that idea is, I will say he won't be turned into a girl. Dressed like one? Maybe. But turned into? Not happening in my stories ?

[Sarah Penguin]

2 hours ago, LittleFallenPrincess said:

That would be meeeeeeean! But don't worry, I'm sure he got what was coming to him...

...and I'm sure we'll see him soon enough...

As cute and funny as that idea is, I will say he won't be turned into a girl. Dressed like one? Maybe. But turned into? Not happening in my stories ?

*tickles da littlefallenprincess until she changes her mind about da naughty naughty  king*

[littlepinkdargon]

On 12/17/2021 at 12:16 PM, LittleFallenPrincess said:

I like LittleGardenVerse! But sadly, Rose isn't the prime character ? There are lots more secrets in store, with plenty of hidden clues still undiscovered that reveal more about all my characters...

Oy, you and all these clues....the torture!

Really enjoyed this short story. I'm with the rest in enjoying how you tied it back into your other works.

 

On 12/19/2021 at 1:15 PM, Sarah Penguin said:

*tickles da littlefallenprincess until she changes her mind about da naughty naughty  king*

Yes, don't stop until the king gets what he deserves!

[TerranV]

Oh and I see Liv has her own Flopsy now. All is as it should be.

[LittleFallenPrincess]

On 12/19/2021 at 7:15 PM, Sarah Penguin said:

*tickles da littlefallenprincess until she changes her mind about da naughty naughty  king*

Haha that's not going to work! ?

2 hours ago, littlepinkdargon said:

Oy, you and all these clues....the torture!

Really enjoyed this short story. I'm with the rest in enjoying how you tied it back into your other works.

 

Yes, don't stop until the king gets what he deserves!

Awww thank you ? I'm glad you enjoyed it!

50 minutes ago, TerranV said:

Oh and I see Liv has her own Flopsy now. All is as it should be.

As it should be! ?

[diaperboymi]

Ok... that was Beyond cute.   And the crossovers keep coming ???  Like I've said before.   Your stories are truly Wonderful ????????

[FloridaKid]

Nice side trip within the littlefallenverse. My mind goes into overdrive coming up with connections to your epic littlefallenverse story arc. This story is directly referenced in LiD, so I guess I have to update my chart keeping up with Mummies, Littles, settings, primary antagonists, and such. Only way I can keep it all straight while following conversations from each character’s perspective in LiD. Delightful short story. More, please? ??

[BabySerenity]

On 12/15/2021 at 12:41 PM, Moon3ye said:

I think it's funny that you connected this short story with your world.

Presumably, Lydia and Rhea were really variants of our familiar characters.

I'm guessing that the item she took was something magical that she could use.

That Rose/Dahlie sent the king to the DD I think is actually fair (seriously I started the discussion in another story that I would trade with the DD, technology against criminals like murderers, rapists and pedophiles and the Amazons can do with them what they want. Therefore, I find the punishment for the king only fair).

I liked this whole short Christmas story.

It had to have been one of the jewel’s from the story’s! Rose collected one from a Queen in one of the stories!! I believe!!!