Chapter 24: A noble guest
(4,6k words, futa, dialogue, feel good chapter, size comparison, wholesomeness, pregnancy, size praise, weight gain, female muscle, mini-giantess)
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"... and then she turned around and froze when the entire room saw her dress ripping top to bottom," Gretchen laughed out loud, half-full wine glass firmly in hand.
"And did it rip entirely? I mean... just wondering ... if you know ... someone saw the king indecent and stuff," Ricky said as his face reddened.
"Let's say that's confidential, I don't want to run into trouble," the redhaired tailor chuckled while winking at Alexia opposite of the table.
"Is that so?" Agatha asked with a constantly widening smirk following Gretchen's gaze.
"You could have left out that part entirely, you know?" Alexia said, donning her new tailor-made royal uniform, which already looked quite tight around her crossed, bulging arms.
"And I could have cut down on pastries and sweets in the first place. Wouldn't have gone through this many dresses that way," Margaret smiled softly, defusing the irritation she sensed coming from her wife.
Alexia lightened up when warming sunrays appeared determined to highlight the queen's beautiful silver eyes even further. Her fingers searched and found the king's left hand and like she often did these days simply gazed into Margaret's eyes for a few seconds without saying a word.
"No, you need the food. You have two hearts to feed now," Alexia said softly.
"Only two? Sometimes I feel like you make me eat like I was about to give birth to triplets," Margaret laughed back and nodded at her immensely swollen middle.
"Nonsense," Alexia said with utmost determination before realising that everyone looked at her with the same knowing, cheeky smirk. "Well, maybe I've overdone it a bit at times. Just a tad."
"Just a tad," Margaret grinned and leaned forward as much as her belly allowed to kiss her wife who she knew was simply overly protective. More so with every day drawing closer to the birth of their daughter.
The entire table gazed back at the heavily pregnant king and had the same admiring fire burning in their eyes like Alexia. They were all looking forward to that special day, almost as much as Margaret was herself, she reckoned.
"How could any afternoon in the gardens get better than this?" Margaret thought and was overjoyed she failed to find any answer to that unspoken question right away.
She only lifted her glass, since Alexia would have stopped her from getting up anyway and simply let the dark grape juice shine in the sunlight for a few moments before speaking.
"On our soon to be born daughter. Our esteemed friends. And ... sadly also on too many ripped dresses," Margaret said.
"May the goddess rest their silk and linen. They did serve the kingdom to the bitter end," Gretchen interjected, making everyone break a smile.
"On that also," the blonde king sighed with rolling eyes. "Cheers!"
"Cheers!" the entire group joined in and blessed their tastebuds with royal winery's finest purple.
Margaret sank happily back into her cushioned seat with her heavy body. All her friends around her, slowly feeling the influence of a few glasses of royal wine, began to laugh and joke once more as they revelled in the magical sight only the balcony in the royal gardens could provide.
Only the king, fully sober, was befallen with silence and let her blue eyes wander over the place where it all began. Their dining table was set up exactly where Alexia and her were once forced to take that desperate jump into the unknown and hope for the best. The harbour town that graced the horizon never looked more charming now that the king had tested the sweet flavour that particular oyster of the sea could offer. Sadly, she might not be able to taste it ever again she thought.
But there was still no reason to feel upset she reminded herself. Life somehow had gotten better since that eventful day. So much better.
Margaret smiled at Pebbles grooming herself with her tongue, bathing in the sun and warmed by the marble beneath her at the same spot where Alexia once had to fight her own sisters. Barely a year ago Margaret was staring at a puddle of blood while Alexia screamed at her to jump and leave everything behind. Now she sat at a table with her human friends and her wife while feeling life literally growing within her and overseeing one of the three new "chief mousers of the palace" dutifully fulfilling its important task -- which consisted mostly of sleeping.
Her feline friend immediately noticed the highking's stare and answered with her own. Gretchen's three cats seemingly took turns when it came to guarding Margaret and more importantly her unborn daughter. She soon noticed how all three cats loved to listen to the soft beats coming from within Margaret's belly and even more often slept on top of it. It looked like now was Pebble's turn, for she didn't take her green eyes off the soon to be mother all afternoon, while her sisters strolled through the palace.
Margaret only had to fiddle with her reaching fingers and Pebbles rushed to the king's aid. Her bell jolted around her neck with such ferocity one could think she was about to duel a literal dragon and save the entire kingdom with one swing of her furry paw. Yet all she did was snuggle up into the blonde's huge hand and licked every of her fingers with the frantic devotion Margaret simply had to admire.
Like their owner, they were a more than welcome addition to the palace. Sure, Margaret was lying if she admitted she ever saw any rodents within the palace's walls before and therefore couldn't make any convincing argument for appointing any chief mouser, let alone three. But the ceremony alone, where all three received their cute little bells with the engraved insignia of the royal family justified their appointment. Margaret smiled every single time when she thought of the little ceremony she held for them -- one of her favourites as king thus far.
The pregnant highking simply smiled and mindlessly looked into the reddening faces of her friends and then beyond the balcony facing the wonderful sea. Her usually watchful ears and eyes slowly sank into the soothing calmness of the waves with nothing but her friend's laughter to remind her she was not slowly drifting away into a beautiful, calm sunset.
"What are you thinking?" Alexia whispered as she leaned in.
Margaret grinned knowingly and was not surprised that her wife picked up on her distant stare. While Pebbles already looked like all her senses were sharpened in order to watch over Margaret, she could certainly learn a trick or two from Lexi. She was seemingly relentless in her pursuit to fulfil all her wife's wishes even before she was able to word them.
"Not much, Lexi," Margaret said and offered the one hand not occupied by a royal chief mouser. "For once I am not thinking about anything. At last, I learned to do that... here."
"At last," Alexia repeated and kissed her wife's delicate hand. "It will be our home after all."
"Home is not where you live. Home is where you can be with the people you love," Margaret said and smiled. "That means I am at home."
Alexia's soft gaze only grew more alluring as a spark of rising emotion ignited in her almost dampening eyes.
