Wanton Queen: Part II

They'd come a long way in a short span of time, but that wasn't surprising given the fact that he knew exactly where they were going. He had ascended these stairs and walked these hallways before, when he was first in this time period looking for Marle. But what he didn't expect was the sheer number of guards standing at attention as their Queen walked by.

But then again it seemed perfectly reasonable; they were at war and the enemy was trying to force their way through the very last line of defense that stood between their forces and a defenseless Kingdom. The moment they broke through, instead of rampaging through the villages they would of course make their way to the palace, to take the head of the King.

With the King dead the Kingdom would fall apart... be it a Kingdom or a person, when the head was cut off the rest of the mass collapsed with ease.

And in such an event the King and Queen would seek refuge in their chambers, which were at the highest possible points of the structure, well out range of all possible attack save for actually breeching the gates and storming inside.

As he walked past the armed and armored guards his eyes inspected them; they were all men of varying ages, ranging from his own age to men who looked to be as old as his father, and those even older. But even as he looked them over he noticed a pattern in their gazes, in the way they stood. They seemed distracted by something, their attention waning slightly as their queen walked close to and past them.

Their eyes... they were darting toward her and then away, as though to sneak a look at her before trying to regain their combat ready focus. It was quick at times, slow at others; but they all darted away when she came close enough to notice, as though to ensure that she didn't realize that they were looking at her.

But as he thought back, the guards in the throne room were doing the same exact thing when they had a clear view of her royal highness.

A few moments later, it came to him, he almost wanted to kick himself for being such a fool. How could he have not have thought of it until now, even though he too had fallen pray to the same thing that they all were...

The long, flowing white dress that Queen Leene wore had an extremely low cut neckline stopping just above her breasts, giving one and all a very clear view of her cleavage. And if she were to bend over... well, whoever was lucky enough to see such a sight would not soon forget it.

If that weren't enough the torso of her dress clung to her firm and slender body, as if the fabric was literally poured over her and formed into cloth. Pressed together to give her that fantastic cleavage that she so boldly displayed her large, milky white breasts moved and acted as though they were uncovered and bare. For every step she took they swayed and bounced... and on the cooler days her nipples, hard and erect could be seen, furthering a display that some would call lewd and obscene.

She gave her loyal subjects quite the show as they walked by; and he cursed them for their great luck. He cursed them because he was stuck behind her, and there the view isn't that great. For even though he was quite sure that she had a fantastic rump and he has a prize winning view of her swaying hips that she used to full effect, her dress was an enemy rather than an ally. Unlike her torso and chest everything below her hips was loose and frilly, devoid of anything that could show definition.

In effect he was given the worst seat in the house to the show she was giving, and this upset him greatly.