Kings and Queens

I know its short... but I started and got halfway through and
realised that I don't rememebr much of Princesses O.o so... I have to
reread but I didn't want to leave you guys with nothing so I just
shortened the post I Was going to do before I reread Princesses. So.
Yeah.

Read, Review and Enjoy.

They travelled at a quick pace, around kingdoms, through no man's
lands and skirting villages only when they needed supplies. Part of
it was not wanting to be entertained by the local nobility, part was
to make the trip longer.

Upon arrival Cartha immediately ordered them to bathe because
there would be a feast and so help her if either of them did anything
perverted while washing. Whatever that meant. What a man did with
his...er... husband... in the bath was not perverted. But they kept
their hands to themselves because Cartha had a strange way of knowing
what they had done. After bath and dressing in silly noble garbs,
green for Peter and purple for Lans, they decended the grand central
stairway to the feast.

And were quite pleased to see that most of the ladies were dressed
appropriately. No breasts showing, no chance of that cleavage
slipping out and almost none showing leg or arm as many of the newer
generation had taken to doing.

"Something is going on." Lans muttered.

"Why?" Peter hissed back, "women look much better
when you guess how their parts look than when they flaunt them off to
every eye in the room."

"Well, yes, perhaps. But you told them about it."

"So?"

"They never do as we ask unless they <i>want</i>
something. And a good deal of the women are dressed as you desire.
Either they are plotting together..."

"Or Cartha is plotting for them."

"Exactly. Whenever has Cartha's best laid plans ever gone
right?"

"I can think of one." Peter smiled kindly at Lans, "that
I was quite pleased with."

"Which ended with someone being blown into a blood cloud in
the middle of a feast." Lans reminded him.

"..." right. They had had to redecorate the entire hall
after that. "It couldn't possibly be that bad. Not this time."

"There you two are," Cartha smiled at them sweetly from
the bottom of the steps, hands on her rounding belly, "I've been
looking everywhere for you."

Lans and Peter looked at each other, then to Cartha.

"If you get pregnant one more time I'll castrate him. You get
all emotional and your magic goes nuts." Lans snapped. It was
true. Rather than creating a megaphone effect, Cartha had
accidentally taken away Lans' voice for a week. Not that Peter really
minded. He grinned widely as he remembered that time. "You wipe
that smile from your face," Lans snarled without looking over,
"or I won't sleep with you for a week."

"Please remember you are kings of this land. Act
appropriately."

Lans folded his arms and pouted. Peter grinned wider.

"Come, your subjects await."

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