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A prince's Duty
By Julia Michelle
The Story
Many people think the life of a royal prince is a life of ease and
extravagance. That we are all born privileged with silver spoons in our
mouth and we live lives of leaser and privilege. We have great power over
the courses of our lives. We get sent to the best schools, and we are set to
gain great power of the course of our nations. Like the Prince of Egnlands
get appointed to the ducheys of York, Cambridge, Wessex or the prince of
wales. That is not always the case.
I was born the prince of Agosian which is a minor kingdom in asia bordering
Georgia. We mostly a vaseel to the greater kingdom to the north, Formota.
The course of my life was determined within the first six months of my
conception period. My lifes path was chosen when the doctor mistakenly said
I was going to be a girl. My older brother was going to inherent the crown.
I was the younger brother and they thought I was his sister. So a contract
was made according to custom that I was to marry the Prince of Formta. Of
course, a prince wants to marry a princess. That was determined to be me.
My first fifteen years were the life of a typical privileged prince. I went
to the greatest schools, I got to decide a great many things in my life. I
was good at sports, I dated girls that were hot. I did many things of a
typical prince.
Then on my fifteenth birthday, everything changed in my life. I was told of
the contact with prince Turian of Formota. And that now, I was to be raised
as a princess of the Kingdom of Agosian. All of my male clothing was taken
on my fifteenth birthday. I was to be trained to wear corsets and long gowns
royal princess wear. I was given a pretty pinkish tiara of a royal princess
to wear in public. And I was put on some pills that I didnt understand at
the time. I had been on some medication since I was ten. I was to find out
those were hormone blockers so problems wouldn't develop. At fifteen I went
into a full hormone replacement therapy in preparation for my marriage at
eighteen.
A few months after that, I was given an out clause. If I chose to refuse, I
could. If I chose another high born girl of nobility to take my place in
this marriage. It was my choice. If I made that choice, that girl wold be
taken from her family and trained to be that mans husband. I cold not do
such a cruel thing to a girl with everything to live for. In some ways, I
was glad I didnt have a sister. I would hate to see her facing this. I
couldn't choose another girl. My father pressed me to do this, he didnt want
to see this happen to his son. I refused much to his displeasure. I didnt
want to place another girl in this life. I chose to do it myself. So I
continued my training and medicine.
From then on, I went to girls schools and learned the arts of the feminine
lifestyle. Tutors were hired to train me in the proper lifestyle and manners
of a royal princess. I was trained to walk more gracefully. I spent hours
with books on my head learning the proper mincing sway instead of the
typical male swagger. I was trained to eat, talk and conduct my life as a
princess. Any failures were punished severely. They were very painful.
Over the years, I started learning and my body grew the female curves. I
grew rather large breasts, my waist shrank and my hips grew out. It was
great for my fiance. He was very pleased with my development. And we started
meeting eachother to see if my etiquette training paid off. It mostly did
and my fiances family was very pleased. I made a few mistakes and painfully
reminded later that night with a caning from my mistress.
The accompanied dates went well, and my fiances family fully approved. So
the marriage planes went forward. They planed the wedding ceremonies. My
dress was chosen, the location and the people involved. And it all moved
forward. I hated every moment of my life. My life had become a living hell
that I often thoght of ending it all.
I did have options to stop it. I could call for international aid. I could
make my suffering a very public affair. The problem was my people. If I ran
away, or got someone involved. It could mean war. Bombings, famin, cities
burnt and destroyed. Sure, we could involved the UN. Maybe even the US if
they chose to get involved to stop a humanitarian crises and bombed selected
military locations in Formta. It would still mean suffering and death on a
massive scale. All so I could avoid a wedding. I couldn't do that. So I
chose to continue living the hell my life had become. For the sake of my
people.
Every day on, was a day toward my doom. Then the date finally arrived, I was
dressed in the most beautiful wedding gown and my tiera. Girls carried my
wedding dress down the isle as I was escorted to my fiance on the altar. The
priest read the vows, he kissed me, and I became the princess of Formta, and
future queen with little power over anything. We celebrated after the
wedding as I sat beside my husband saying little and eating with him.
Then he took me back to his castle to consummate the wedding. He had sex
with me and I did nothing to resist the horrifying violation. I went along
with it as if it was my greatest dream. I pretended orgazims. I screamed, I
encouraged him as a proper life. I accepted his penetration and yelled Oh
God, give me more. It would have been unthinkable. And from then on, I did
all of my duties serving my husband and the future king of his nation. My
life had become a complete horror that I wished to end every single day, but
I couldnt for the sake of our nations. I prayed for death.
Oddly, he noticed and was disappointed. But no matter what he did for me,
what he bought me or took me places to see amazing things, I was never
happy. He simply couldnt understand why.
So one day, after about two years, he demanded an answer. He told me to tell
him why I wasnt happy. I told him my feelings were irrelevant. I was his
wife and it was my duty to please him, what I felt was irrelevant.
That made him very angry but I kept repeating that phrase. After a week of
badgering, he shouted and become belligerent and demanded an answer. He said
we werent going anywhere until I told him.
I got serious, and asked him if he was fucking serious, how could he not
know. I asked if he was kidding me with this. He was going to be king, he
had to know why I was unhappy being a male and living this life as a wife. I
started screaming back telling him what happened at fifteen, and all about
my life and how I was given no choices in the matter. My life was taken
away. And oh my god was he pissed. I was so afraid I cringed into a ball
seeing his red face and the anger he exhibited. Then he had me sent to
another room. He made me my own room separate from his. I was sure something
horrible was going to happen to me and my people. I heard lots of yelling,
people running around. Shouts, even gunshots. Days passed
then I was called to the royal chambers where he was sitting there on the
throne wearing his crown as King. His family were sitting on the floor tied
up, with guards training guns on them. I looked over and saw my own family
facing the same situation. They were tied on the ground with guns on them.
My husband informed me he had no idea that my life was like that. He assumed
I wanted all of this, he was told I did and that it was great. When it
wasnt, he didnt understand. Then he gave me a choice to have them all
executed. He forced his father to abdicate and give him the crown. Or he
would make it into a very messy international incident.
I confronted my family and let them have it. For once, they had no power. I
considered ordering their execution. But in the end, I said no. I had all of
their lands and holdings seized. All of their assets were given to me and I
distributed it to the people. They were made homeless peasants and would
have to learn to work for a living.
Then my husband did the last thing I ever thought he would do. He gave me
the crown, and made me queen. He abdicated and named me the sole ruler. He
said he assured that the royal counsel would approve of me. I saw very
little of him after that. He went to travel the world and left me in charge.
He said he never wanted to rule an entire nation.
I had no idea how to run a nation, But as it turns out, I was very good at
it. The people of both nations adore their queen. I was even asked to give
speeches at the UN regarding forced marriages and human trafficking.
Am I still angry at losing my sex and all of the suffering. You are damn
right, I am still very pissed off every single day. One of my first rulings
as queen was that the family of any person who did a contracted marriage was
to be executed, and the victim gets all of the parents property. There are
still days I consider jumping off of the highest tower of my castle. I dont,
because I still have my duty as the queen.
I still see my ex husband every now and then. He checks up on me and still
insist that I see the annoying therapist who asked me the most uncomfortable
and humiliating questions. They say it helps me. I dont really think it
does.
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