Trusting Constance like a lamb, you follow her into the innards of the castle. Here there are more guards, but they’re neater and less surly in their appearance and they’re interspersed with people wandering the halls dressed in flowing robes and tight breeches, though usually not at the same time.
All the passersby cast curious looks at you, clearly your appearance is just as outlandish to them as theirs is to you. Struggling with your butchered pants, you do your best to hold them together with one hand, knowing full well it probably looks like you’re trailing after Constance feeling yourself up.
As you and Constance proceed through the halls, winding this way and that, things gradually become more ornate and intimidating. The flagstones turn to marble floors and no longer are the walls suffered to be bare stone, instead they’re covered in tapestries depicting a variety of different scenes. Some are traditional battle scenes, complete with rampant horses and men waving swords about. Others depict robed women partaking in ceremonies that clearly involve balls of light flashing about the place. You’re so busy looking at the pictures on the wall that you don’t notice Constance has stopped. As a result, you wander absent mindedly into her rear end.
“Oops,” you mutter as you bounce off her backside. She turns and shoots you an unimpressed look.
“You will need to become more mindful of your surroundings,” she lectures you curtly.
“Yes Ma’am,” you agree. There’s no point being confrontational anymore, you’ve delivered yourself into the hands of this woman, you just have to hope she doesn’t decide to chop you up and eat you. Still, being lectured for being clumsy as if you’re a silly little kid sticks in your craw.
Looking around Constance, you see that you’re standing outside an impressive set of doors, which surely indicates that there will be something impressive on the other side.
“These are the Queen’s chambers,” Constance confirms your suspicions. “You must behave with the utmost decorum in respect for the Queen. Do you understand?”
Loading ...Quick Edit: I love the way the voting has suddenly swung hard in favor of behaving oneself. It truly is a testament to the power of a good, swift spanking. Or is it?
