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Queen Jasiri - Heavy is the belly that bears an heir
Later:
The court of Queen Jasiri hummed with quiet conversation.
For months, the primary topic for gossips among the nobles and aristocrats of the court was the rumors that Queen Jasiri was pregnant.
Many didn't believe it at first. But as her belly swelled under her dress, it became harder to deny that the queen was with heir.
Harder, but not impossible.
A small group at court pushed the theory that Queen Jasiri just had a pillow up her dress. A ruse to fool people into thinking she was pregnant while she had an ethically dubious science lab make a clone of her! She would pass the clone off as her daughter and then pass the throne off to Jasiri II!
Once the queen reached the third trimester, the Pillow Theorists had sheepishly shut up and denied ever believing Pillow Theory.
So the new hot topic at court became "who had done it? Who at court managed to bed the prickly queen?"
--
Earlier:
"Pregnant?" repeated the Chamberlain, blinking his old eyes owishly, despite being a hornbill. He stood up from behind his huge desk. "While I'm pleased your majesty has decided to address the lack of heir... you haven't taken a consort or entered into a marriage. This may be tricky for you! ... And why is Mrs Gabriela here?"
"She... is involved," Queen Jasiri said.
The goblin waved cheerfully. "I'm her lady's maid, I help dress her. And I've had my own share of children over the years. I recognized the signs and advised the queen to get tested."
"But who is the father, your majesty?" asked the Chamberlain.
Jasiri cleared her throat. Her expression didn't change from regal sternness but there was a note of sheepishness in her voice. "Do you know that pest of a micro mouse that didn't leave the castle with the rest?"
"The one that is always troubling you with pranks??" the Chamberlain asked. "Wait, your majesty, pardon me. The size difference is boggling my mind! The sheer logistics of it!"
"Stop thinking whatever you're thinking," the queen interrupted. "A magic ring was involved."
"And where is your... paramour?"
Jasiri narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything.
Mrs Gabriela helpfully explained, "She got him out of the way."
The old bird gasped. "Your majesty!"
"I just mailed him to a foreign country," Jasiri said, rolling her eyes.
"Your majesty!" exclaimed the Chamberlain, just as aghast.
"I couldn't have him around!" Queen Jasiri snapped. "He is going to be insufferable when he learns! I needed to put off that conversation so I don't kill him."
"As you say, your majesty. But the stability of Dunia has been partially built on your aloof availability. The belief of your court that you might choose any of them to sit on the throne while you choose none of them. It keeps everyone more satisfied than not. It keeps large factions from organizing against you, when any bachelor or noble with a spare son imagines their family taking the throne through marriage. When it gets out that you're pregnant, whether or not the court learns the father is a layabout mouse, it will mean trouble."
"That is why I'm confiding in you, old bird..." Suddenly Jasiri wasn't the stern queen of a country but a woman lost and bewildered. "You may be the smartest man in the kingdom. You were always there for Leo. You were always here for me. I need your brains now!"
"Of course, your highness. I will fulfill my duty! But I will need to borrow your lady's maid, Mrs Gabriela."
Mrs Gabriela gave a little bow. "Happy to help, Mr Z!"
"Her?" asked Queen Jasiri. "Why?"
"She is involved, as you say, and she's craftier than the average maid," the old Chamberlain replied.
In fact, the old Chamberlain suspected that Mrs Gabriela had something to do with Earl Asani's literal fall from grace recently. Perhaps a story he would learn later. But if so, she would be invaluable in coming up with a scheme to bamboozle an entire kingdom!
--
Later than earlier but not as later as later:
It was a party! A massive, wild party the kind that Queen Jasiri never threw. She preferred no parties or if she had to, quiet diplomatic dinners.
So it came as a surprise when invitations went out to all the notables, all the whos whos, of the kingdom to celebrate recently unearthed findings from the Tomb of the All-Loving Queen, Uzima.
The party was scheduled on the date of the ancient queen's birthday, discovered by archeologist Dr Chumbley and grad student Mr Tremarco from grave carvings. And as Queen Uzima was rumored to have hired her personal attendants in narcissistic reflection of herself, the party was staffed by one hundred red-haired lioness maids who went around in skimpy outfits inspired by period fashion and kept the drink flowing. The guests wore decorative masks and kept the drinking going.
Queen Jasiri herself was in attendance, dressed as Queen Uzima, laughing and making merry. Quite a shift from her usual demeanor. Perhaps, some figured, she just really loved history. Or perhaps the spirit of Queen Uzima had possessed her.
If none noticed that Jasiri's own drinks were different than the ones flowing for the rest of the guests, if none noticed the corner of her eye twitching and the forced smile as she had to play the bacchanalian host to a bunch of lechers, then it was according to plan.
As the notables got deeper into their cups, the displayed artwork from Queen Uzima's tomb aroused more than just academic interest.
Memories of the night were hazy for the attendees. Most had strong memories of a red-haired lioness riding on top of them or writhing erotically beneath them and urging them on. But had it been the queen or one of the servers?
When the queen's belly started growing, the court and all the notables became convinced that someone did sleep with Jasiri that hedonistic night. And they all became convinced that they were the ones who did it.
Jasiri did not acknowledge her growing pregnancy to the court. She did not acknowledge the rumors or the arguments or the fistfights between nobles. And all were afraid concrete answers would disprove their own claim so didn't seek too hard to unravel that night.
With this trick, this "find the queen" one hundred and one card monte, stability was assured for Dunia. With everyone thinking they could be the one who fathered the heir, protecting Jasiri's position became protecting their own family's possible claim to the throne. And every other notable became a rival, not a fellow schemer.
It was stability but a tenuous one. Dunia always rested on the edge of a somewhat dull knife. But it would last until the child was born and then surely show some family resemblance to someone, right?
Gazing out at her court, an unamused expression on her face as she heard another whispered argument and fatigued from her pregnancy, Queen Jasiri was relieved that the Chamberlain's plan had worked. She didn't love that most of these wastrels thought she'd stoop to lay with them. But that was court politics.
---
It was a mighty task to find one-hundred lionesses that would resemble Jasiri through beer goggles and were also liable to sneak drinks for themselves and literally fuck around on the job. Gabriela was a big help there, great judge of people, that lady.
Special thanks also to Dr Chumbley for an archeological discovery that gave a pretext for nobles to drink a whole bunch.
Beer goggles and a resemblance to the queen kept any of the notables from being sure who they'd been with that crazy night. And beer goggles and masks kept any of the servers from knowing which noble they'd been with. A well-thought out scheme that saved the kingdom.
When Leopold got back from his forced vacation and saw the queen with a big pregnant belly, he was ecstatic. And so Jasiri mailed him somewhere else, still not ready to deal with that. It was a nice place, with a lot of big capybaras. The pest could be their problem for a while.
Jasiri being this amount of pregnant is some months into the future compared to the vague idea of whenever now is in all of my stories. Probably she got pregnant and had the big party during Sadie, Alyson, Sable, et al's first year of college. And Jasiri being pregnant will be common knowledge and she'll probably give birth sometime during their second year.
It's a vague timeline.
---
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The court of Queen Jasiri hummed with quiet conversation.
For months, the primary topic for gossips among the nobles and aristocrats of the court was the rumors that Queen Jasiri was pregnant.
Many didn't believe it at first. But as her belly swelled under her dress, it became harder to deny that the queen was with heir.
Harder, but not impossible.
A small group at court pushed the theory that Queen Jasiri just had a pillow up her dress. A ruse to fool people into thinking she was pregnant while she had an ethically dubious science lab make a clone of her! She would pass the clone off as her daughter and then pass the throne off to Jasiri II!
Once the queen reached the third trimester, the Pillow Theorists had sheepishly shut up and denied ever believing Pillow Theory.
So the new hot topic at court became "who had done it? Who at court managed to bed the prickly queen?"
--
Earlier:
"Pregnant?" repeated the Chamberlain, blinking his old eyes owishly, despite being a hornbill. He stood up from behind his huge desk. "While I'm pleased your majesty has decided to address the lack of heir... you haven't taken a consort or entered into a marriage. This may be tricky for you! ... And why is Mrs Gabriela here?"
"She... is involved," Queen Jasiri said.
The goblin waved cheerfully. "I'm her lady's maid, I help dress her. And I've had my own share of children over the years. I recognized the signs and advised the queen to get tested."
"But who is the father, your majesty?" asked the Chamberlain.
Jasiri cleared her throat. Her expression didn't change from regal sternness but there was a note of sheepishness in her voice. "Do you know that pest of a micro mouse that didn't leave the castle with the rest?"
"The one that is always troubling you with pranks??" the Chamberlain asked. "Wait, your majesty, pardon me. The size difference is boggling my mind! The sheer logistics of it!"
"Stop thinking whatever you're thinking," the queen interrupted. "A magic ring was involved."
"And where is your... paramour?"
Jasiri narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything.
Mrs Gabriela helpfully explained, "She got him out of the way."
The old bird gasped. "Your majesty!"
"I just mailed him to a foreign country," Jasiri said, rolling her eyes.
"Your majesty!" exclaimed the Chamberlain, just as aghast.
"I couldn't have him around!" Queen Jasiri snapped. "He is going to be insufferable when he learns! I needed to put off that conversation so I don't kill him."
"As you say, your majesty. But the stability of Dunia has been partially built on your aloof availability. The belief of your court that you might choose any of them to sit on the throne while you choose none of them. It keeps everyone more satisfied than not. It keeps large factions from organizing against you, when any bachelor or noble with a spare son imagines their family taking the throne through marriage. When it gets out that you're pregnant, whether or not the court learns the father is a layabout mouse, it will mean trouble."
"That is why I'm confiding in you, old bird..." Suddenly Jasiri wasn't the stern queen of a country but a woman lost and bewildered. "You may be the smartest man in the kingdom. You were always there for Leo. You were always here for me. I need your brains now!"
"Of course, your highness. I will fulfill my duty! But I will need to borrow your lady's maid, Mrs Gabriela."
Mrs Gabriela gave a little bow. "Happy to help, Mr Z!"
"Her?" asked Queen Jasiri. "Why?"
"She is involved, as you say, and she's craftier than the average maid," the old Chamberlain replied.
In fact, the old Chamberlain suspected that Mrs Gabriela had something to do with Earl Asani's literal fall from grace recently. Perhaps a story he would learn later. But if so, she would be invaluable in coming up with a scheme to bamboozle an entire kingdom!
--
Later than earlier but not as later as later:
It was a party! A massive, wild party the kind that Queen Jasiri never threw. She preferred no parties or if she had to, quiet diplomatic dinners.
So it came as a surprise when invitations went out to all the notables, all the whos whos, of the kingdom to celebrate recently unearthed findings from the Tomb of the All-Loving Queen, Uzima.
The party was scheduled on the date of the ancient queen's birthday, discovered by archeologist Dr Chumbley and grad student Mr Tremarco from grave carvings. And as Queen Uzima was rumored to have hired her personal attendants in narcissistic reflection of herself, the party was staffed by one hundred red-haired lioness maids who went around in skimpy outfits inspired by period fashion and kept the drink flowing. The guests wore decorative masks and kept the drinking going.
Queen Jasiri herself was in attendance, dressed as Queen Uzima, laughing and making merry. Quite a shift from her usual demeanor. Perhaps, some figured, she just really loved history. Or perhaps the spirit of Queen Uzima had possessed her.
If none noticed that Jasiri's own drinks were different than the ones flowing for the rest of the guests, if none noticed the corner of her eye twitching and the forced smile as she had to play the bacchanalian host to a bunch of lechers, then it was according to plan.
As the notables got deeper into their cups, the displayed artwork from Queen Uzima's tomb aroused more than just academic interest.
Memories of the night were hazy for the attendees. Most had strong memories of a red-haired lioness riding on top of them or writhing erotically beneath them and urging them on. But had it been the queen or one of the servers?
When the queen's belly started growing, the court and all the notables became convinced that someone did sleep with Jasiri that hedonistic night. And they all became convinced that they were the ones who did it.
Jasiri did not acknowledge her growing pregnancy to the court. She did not acknowledge the rumors or the arguments or the fistfights between nobles. And all were afraid concrete answers would disprove their own claim so didn't seek too hard to unravel that night.
With this trick, this "find the queen" one hundred and one card monte, stability was assured for Dunia. With everyone thinking they could be the one who fathered the heir, protecting Jasiri's position became protecting their own family's possible claim to the throne. And every other notable became a rival, not a fellow schemer.
It was stability but a tenuous one. Dunia always rested on the edge of a somewhat dull knife. But it would last until the child was born and then surely show some family resemblance to someone, right?
Gazing out at her court, an unamused expression on her face as she heard another whispered argument and fatigued from her pregnancy, Queen Jasiri was relieved that the Chamberlain's plan had worked. She didn't love that most of these wastrels thought she'd stoop to lay with them. But that was court politics.
---
It was a mighty task to find one-hundred lionesses that would resemble Jasiri through beer goggles and were also liable to sneak drinks for themselves and literally fuck around on the job. Gabriela was a big help there, great judge of people, that lady.
Special thanks also to Dr Chumbley for an archeological discovery that gave a pretext for nobles to drink a whole bunch.
Beer goggles and a resemblance to the queen kept any of the notables from being sure who they'd been with that crazy night. And beer goggles and masks kept any of the servers from knowing which noble they'd been with. A well-thought out scheme that saved the kingdom.
When Leopold got back from his forced vacation and saw the queen with a big pregnant belly, he was ecstatic. And so Jasiri mailed him somewhere else, still not ready to deal with that. It was a nice place, with a lot of big capybaras. The pest could be their problem for a while.
Jasiri being this amount of pregnant is some months into the future compared to the vague idea of whenever now is in all of my stories. Probably she got pregnant and had the big party during Sadie, Alyson, Sable, et al's first year of college. And Jasiri being pregnant will be common knowledge and she'll probably give birth sometime during their second year.
It's a vague timeline.
---
Queen Jasiri owned by me
Art by
nicnak044
Category All / Pregnancy
Species Lion
Size 861 x 1019px
File Size 721.7 kB
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