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The fallout from the attack attempt was swift and immediate, and completely useless. The foreign mercenary contractor hired to fly the drone containing the gun had been hired through multiple fake channels to perform a security breach test exercise of the Bressler airport security. The 100% official looking, correctly sealed, and completely fraudulent documents led to a bit of a witch hunt through the security forces for a leak, but ultimately nothing came of it. The remote control for the gun was relayed via a satellite phone, the account purchased via a fake Cayman island company. No one was killed or even seriously injured, though there was one minor casualty. I got shot in the ass. It was a grazing shot, and the investigators think it was intended to be a much more lethal round aimed at Stephanie rather than me. I didn't even feel it at first, until everyone started to get really excited about something on my skirt just after the all clear. So, my first 20 minutes in Bressler found me whisked away to a private military hospital surrounded by armed guards and an honest to goodness attack helicopter on station. A couple of stitches and a few days of sitting down awkwardly were the only real downsides other than the whole "someone is trying to kill me" thing. I think it was almost good for me in a way because it gave me an external foe to concentrate on and drew away from my own uncertainties and doubts about this whole thing. Tanya on the other hand took it very badly, and was alternately kicking herself for letting her principle responsibility, aka one Olivia Stadler, surrogate princess of Bressler, get herself shot in the hindquarters, or planning the brutal murder of everyone involved in the drone gun incident in disturbing levels of detail. She overcorrected to the point of becoming very, very protective of me at all times, something that we would have to work out later. I was swiftly discharged from my latest medical adventure though, and we soon found our way to the Bressler palace. Given Bressler's largely peaceful history, it was technically a castle, but much more open and less defensible than the kind you normally think of when you hear "castle" it was closer to a very very large stone house with turrets and pointy roofs. Almost like a Disney castle designer got a really big budget and was told "Go nuts" on the design. It turns out, that being a princess, I rated my own suite of rooms. Stephanie had arranged a bit of a surprise for me, and my rooms included a small workshop with a very nice set of tools and jewelry scale machine gear. There was also a pile of very old, very broken Bressler Heirloom artifacts that she said I could tinker with if I got bored. it would be nice to have a hobby, especially now given that I was likely going to be locked behind fortified walls for 9 months give or take to protect a future theoretical Heir. The rooms contained a nice bedroom with plenty of old-world luxury charm, a den with a very nice and modern media room setup and a sinfully large TV that I intended to thoroughly enjoy, the workshop, a bathing area with a tub that would double as a swimming pool in most areas, and my own dining table where I could host private, servant catered meetings of state. I was relatively certain there would be very few of those, but you never know. Tanya had a smaller bed in an open chamber just off my own. She insisted she didn't want her own real room when I tried to upgrade her accommodations, so I let the issue lie. I had a week to get used to my new surroundings before my internal biological clock of doom was going to chime "ready", so we took advantage of that time for me to see the sights, under disguised armored guard of course. I got to see the charming local markets, visit some of the tourist attractions and local scenery, try a few of the restaurants, etc. Bressler is apparently renowned for its Raisin Bread, and I deeply enjoyed the samples I was able to obtain. Seeking more of them would become a hobby of mine. On day 4 of my stay, there was an official public "coming out" presentation, where I was introduced as Princess Olivia, distant cousin to Queen Stephanie, and royal designated Surrogate. It was a nice, if rather silly, ceremony. I wore a full court dress for the first time in public, and had a nice platinum Tiara planted on my head. I was expected to wave to the cameras a bit, but luckily, I didn't have to make any speeches or anything along those lines. On day 5, I asked Stephanie if she had some time to visit with me. She nodded and we arranged for her to swing by around dinner. The excitement from the near shooting was starting to fade from my system, and the realization of what the next steps I was going to go through, that we were going to have to go through, and the involvement of her husband in that mix, well, it was starting to become more real than just a mental exercise. Stephanie arrived at my little suite, and I asked Tanya to wait outside somewhere. She looked like she was going to balk, but I assured her that if Stephanie was going to murder me, she probably would have done it by now. I did offer to let Tanya Frisk Stephanie, mostly because of the whole Pedro incident where I got frisked in my own mother's house, but Tanya declined with a horrified look. Stephanie just stuck her tongue out at me. We sat on the couch, a couple of takeout containers between us as we ate. We made small talk about the weather, and how the investigation was going. I think Stephanie could tell I was nervous about something, so she was patient. Finally, I sat my nearly empty teriyaki down, and looked her in the eye. I grabbed her hand. "Stephanie, I... I need to know. I know why we are doing this, and what it means for you, but me, and Roland...? I mean, can't they just use a turkey baster or something? I... I don't want to hurt you!" I blurted out in a rush, my face turning beet red. Stephanie's eyes widened slightly, and she looked down with a soft smile, before looking back up at me. "Olivia, honey, it means the world to me what you are putting yourself through, both for Bressler and for me. For us. Roland and I have a very strong marriage, and if he has to be with another woman for me to have a child, I'm happy it's going to be someone that I love and trust and respect. Bressler may be a stupid backwards hick town of a country when it comes to that, but do not worry about me or Roland when it comes to this." She hugged me briefly, then sat back. "Besides, it uh, won't be the first time I've shared him with another woman you know. We got kind of experimental in College, and one thing led to another... You remember Tina from that one Economics class I was in? She was at that party." I nodded, she continued. "Yeah, well, we had a bit of a thing going for a while, and I found it was kind of exciting to watch her and Roland go at it when I needed a break from the action." Stephanie smiled at the memory as she finished, and blushed. I blushed. finally, we both started giggling like what I imagine I would have giggled like if I had ever been a schoolgirl. After a long while briefly interrupted by Tanya returning to see what the hell we were laughing about, I calmed down, wiping tears of nervous laughter from my eyes. "Oh Stephanie, Thank you. I needed that. I was so worried about you... and us afterwards. And Roland is ok with this too?" I asked. Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, to be honest he, and I are both more worried about how you are going to handle this than we are about ourselves. Are you going to be ok with what has to happen in that room full of people?" she asked, worriedly. I thought about it for a while, then sighed. "Yeah, I think I might be. Remember Rose? I dated her right out of high school, before I found out she was also dating a bunch of other people I didn't know about. Turns out she had a bit of a thing for public exhibition. Turns out I uh, I might have a bit of a thing for that as well." It was my turn to blush first, as Stephanie started to giggle again, and then hugged me once more. "Oh, Olivia, aren't we a pair." She looked at me mischievously "You know, I am totally going to pump you for details about how he feels to you after though!" She grinned at me, while I stuck my tongue out at her. It felt good to get some of the awkwardness I was feeling out of the way. Now there was just literally everything else associated with the entire process to deal with in my mind. My biggest fear, was that I was going to have an extremely negative reaction to the act. I wasn't into guys, at all. They just didn't do anything for me, even now with estrogen coursing through my veins. I wasn't worried about performing per say, since as the lady in the coupling, it wasn't like I had to maintain an erection, or even really be more than just present. But this wasn't just any guy either. Roland, or Rodger as I knew him back then had been a fishing buddy. We spent weeks' worth of hours floating around in a small aluminum boat over the college years. You get to know someone really well in that amount of time, even though I later learned that he had been keeping a pretty damned big secret from me and almost everyone else except Stephanie, and he only told her once things got serious between them. We didn't run in the same social circles for the most part otherwise, but we both really enjoyed a fresh salmon dinner, and he was a good friend during a time when I didn't have all that many. He introduced me to my longest-term ex-girlfriend as well. So, there was definitely a connection there. I wasn't just doing this for Stephanie, or the people of Bressler, or the large pile of money, but that connection was a double-edged sword for me. I lay awake for a very long time that night, pondering things. I didn't have many answers by the time I fell asleep, but I felt a little better at least mulling it over in my mind. Tomorrow was going to be a very, very weird day. ________________________ Crown Prince Adrian Bressler, 2nd in line to the throne, protector of the blah blah blah who cares, was annoyed. It was not an infrequent condition for him, but it was one that tended to have rather... Unfortunate consequences for those who annoyed him. Or the messengers from those who annoyed him. Or people wearing yellow socks, or really any of a host of reasons. He really was a bit of a monster. Adrian's lips quirked at the thought, not the first time his brain had traveled that thought pathway. He glanced over at the half groveling target of his Ire, and brought a black gloved hand to his chin as he considered. He cocked his head to the side. Then he spoke, a thin reedy voice that annoyed himself most of all things about him. "You. Missed," Adrian said with a snarl. "You had one job, an unlimited budget, every advantage I could give you, and you MISSED!" His voice, mostly controlled as he delivered the sentence, raised sharply on the last word, drawing it out into almost a serpent hiss. Adrian shuddered, and held up a hand expectantly. A very large handgun appeared as if by magic, passed to him from the large, brooding silent man standing to his right. Boris was not much for conversation, but he did have his uses. The groveling man at his feet started redoubling his efforts, babbling mostly incoherencies. A small stain of yellow started running away from his trouser leg on the sloping foredeck of the very expensive yacht. The babbling soon resolved itself to something resembling "Pleasedon'tKillMePleasedon'tKillMePleasedon'tKillMe!" over and over again. Adrian looked at the stain on his deck with distaste, but then smiled a vile little smile at the man and spoke. "Relax! I'm not going to kill you! In fact, I'm going to give you a second chance. Now stand up. Yes, gooooood. Let's see now, A little that way, and back just a little bit. Perfect! Now don't move a muscle!" And with that Adrian shot him through the right femur. A scream rang out as bone shattered, and the stricken man fell into the water below, thrashing about as the giant hole in his leg turned the water pink. Adrian leaned over the side and shouted down, "See that island over there? if you make it to shore, there is a medical kit and a phone next to a briefcase with a million dollars in it, all waiting for you! If you get there, all is forgiven and I wish you well. Good luck! Oh... and do mind the wildlife on your way." Adrian cackled as he motioned the yacht forward. A servant was already hosing off the deck. Adrian pulled out his opera glasses to watch the failed minion's progress. Boris and he had a bet about how far out this one would make it. As it turns out, the former minion was a pretty good swimmer even sans one working leg, and he made it nearly 3/4 the way to the shore before the first large gray fin appeared. He didn't make it much further. Adrian watched eagerly as the juvenile great white sharks tore the man to pieces. he sighed, placing his opera glasses back into the elaborate waist pouch he habitually wore, and turned to Boris, presenting him with a crisp 1 Bressler Dollar note. "You win, I swore he wouldn't make it past the halfway marker, and a prince always pays his debts" Adrian said, as he presented Boris the note with a flourish. Boris nodded, folded it in half and placed it in his upper vest pocket without a word. Not that he could have said anything even if he wanted to. Adrian often idly wondered if Boris ever realized exactly how he came to have the misfortune of that paralyzed voice box years ago, just before his current offer of employ had arrived. He shivered at the thought of how brutally that particular revelation would have gone down. No matter, Boris had proven himself time and again since then. Adrian pondered the mess he was in. Curse the fucking Bressler founding fathers for their idiotic rules! Everything was very nearly in his grasp, if only that new bitch hadn't showed up and ruined everything. His once large fortune was nearly spent between paying off the North Korean agent to procure the genotoxin than had taken "Princess" Stephanie out of play and the bribes necessary to secure his plan long enough for the necessary changes to occur. The Bevvy of ministers, functionaries, UN oversight monitors, etc. that had to be paid off to make his plans possible had not come cheap, and his poor sap of a brother Roland would be very shocked if he knew exactly where all the Humanitarian aid, he had supposedly been donating for years had actually gone, but that well was starting to run dry. it all hadn't mattered when he was going to be King in a year, but then Only child, no female relatives princess suddenly sprouts a verified distant cousin out of nowhere! It was infuriating! He pondered how it had come to this. His Idiot older brother, product of the former King's first wife, could not have been more different than Adrian. He had certainly made a good effort to be a good older brother, but Adrian had never been interested in that. Not once he knew that the dimwitted moron was going to get all the power and prestige Adrian craved, and that he was just a spare. An afterthought! The rage at that discovery drove everything that he did, and he had vowed that he would see Bressler broken and burning under his iron fist if it was the last thing he did. In rare moments of lucidity, Adrian realized he was probably quite mad, but the knowledge never seemed to slow his resolve. The thought actually made him smile a little. An onlooker would have noted it was not a nice smile. No, not at all. After a few minutes, his thoughts turned to how best to handle this situation. The castle was a fortress, and he had no power there these days. But maybe... Hmmm. A ghost of a plan begins to form in his evil little mind. There might be a way to make this work after all. He turned to Boris, excitedly. "Boris! set a course for Greece! I have a plan!" Adrian began to chuckle to himself softly as his plan fleshed itself out in his mind. As the yacht moved out of range of the small island, a tiny explosive detonated in the discarded suitcase in the background. ________________________ Oliva was nervous. And with good reason. She awoke, and first thing was whisked into a medical room deep within the castle. normally reserved for medical emergencies, it currently held Stephanie in one bed, and Olivia in the other, side by side. Doctor Basset, who Oliva had just been officially introduced to for the first official time, was currently manipulating a very long and delicate tool up inside of Stephanie's vagina, seeking an elusive egg. The fact that she was doing so in a room containing no less than 10 members of Bressler's parliament and royal peerage, as well as at least one news camera, seemed to not be phasing anyone other than Olivia. If all went well with Doctor Basset's fishing expedition, Olivia would then soon be the recipient of said retrieved egg. Surreal was the understatement word of the year to describe exactly how she felt at this moment. After a fairly long and complicated process, a tiny egg was retrieved, and placed in a microscope for examination. It was quickly declared viable, and then placed back into a tool for implantation into Olivia's own waiting womb. A cocktail of drugs and serums designed to aid in the implantation was added, and the whole cocktail was loaded into something very much resembling a turkey baster, then the implantation process was started. It was painless, but it was very, very weird having something shoved up ones fairly new vagina with an entire herd of strangers watching. Olivia sighed. It was sure to get much much weirder in the days to follow. Stephanie looked over, and gave Olivia a big thumbs up and a grin. Somewhere Tanya had acquired a small easter balloon with a big egg on it that she waved in the background with her own grin. Olivia just shook her head and smiled at them both. The next few days were filled with near constant monitoring. Multiple ultrasounds, blood tests, vitamin tweaks, pokes and prods of all sorts. It appeared that the Egg had indeed found its new home to be to its liking, and it seemed like this whole crazy scheme just might possibly work. It almost felt like a countdown to the inevitable had started with that action, and Olivia found herself increasingly uncertain as D day as she thought of it, approached. The D had a very specific connotation in this regard for her future. Her nights were filled with tossing and turning and lack of sleep. Finally, the fateful day arrived. I dressed simply. Luckily in Bressler there was a traditional outfit for a surrogacy impregnation, because of course there was, so choice of outfit was not something I had to worry about. A long skirt with two long slits in the front to allow the front pleats to be shifted aside easily was topped with an elaborate silk top with a high collar and short sleeves. A small ring tiara with a veil completed the effect. I thought to myself that I looked a little silly, but still kind of cute. I had on the barest of makeup. Tanya declared that I looked very nice, and surprised me with a quick hug before withdrawing to her station. I started the long walk down the hallway to the ludicrously named conception suite. In my arms I carried a very nice bottle of wine, the traditional gift the would be surrogate was to bring to the chamber. I privately thought it was more to just have something to occupy the virgin sacrifice's hands as I walked to meet my fate. I came to two castle large doors, where a pair of liveried servants bashed a gong, then opened the chamber. Inside, my eyes were drawn to the very large, very round bed in the middle of the room. It looked comfy, with large oversized pillows around one edge. The chamber was draped in blue and gold finery, Bressler colors and crests throughout. A silver tray with ice and two glasses waited near the bed. I placed my burden in the ice to chill, then took my designated place next to Stephanie, who was already in the room, her royal finery resplendent as she sat on the purposefully placed throne eying the bed. The same crowd of 10 ministers and royals was seated in a viewing gallery. I noted that the gallery benches looked to be designed to be particularly uncomfortable. The camera was thankfully nowhere to be seen. And then the Gong sounded again Roland entered the room in his own traditional vestments, which looked even more ridiculous than Olivia felt her own did. Again, done in silk, he wore a silver half shirt cut at the bottom to show off Abs, with long poufy silver sleeves. Poufy blue pants with their own front breech flap completed the outfit, aside from the simple crown he wore. I managed not to laugh or even have my face twitch at the sight, which I was later very proud of. A brief ceremony followed his arrival, as he deposited the tray of chocolates he bore as his own gift next to the wine. Stephanie spoke first. "Husband, it being necessary for the succession of the realm, We present to you a surrogate vessel of Our Blood in accordance with the first laws. We require and request that you and she embrace before Us and these witnesses, so that We may be blessed with a Child of our body. Do you accept this charge with grace and joy?" Roland Nodded, and stated, "My Queen, I shall do as you charge if the vessel is willing." Stephanie turned to me. "Princess Olivia, sister of Our Heart, blood of Our line, it being necessary for the succession of the realm, will you undertake the sacred duty to become surrogate of Our hope?" she asked. My legs quivered a bit, but my reply was loud and strong. "I will, my Queen, with honor and joy," I spoke, echoing the lines in the script. Queen Stephanie stood, then walked to Roland. She led him by the hand to stand in front of me. She kissed him chastely on the lips, and placed his hand in mine. She then turned and kissed me on the lips as well to my surprise. She whispered in my ear "Go get him, tiger!" with a soft giggle before withdrawing regally to her throne perch. Roland smiled and led me over to the wine, where he poured us both a large crystal goblet full. He lifted my veil and fed me a chocolate, blueberry nougat with milk chocolate coating. It was delicious. I in turn fed him what turned out to be a strawberry bon bon. We sipped our wine deeply, the heady liquid giving us both a bit of a buzz. We set our goblets down, and Roland led me by the hand to the bed. He scooped me up to my surprise, and deposited me squarely in the middle of the round bed. He grinned a wry, slightly worried grin at me. I smiled back. Then he mounted the bed as well. Per the script, I was to "take his seed" in the most ladylike and dignified manner possible, so it was expected that I would basically lay there and quietly assist with a minimal amount of movement, so as to not scandalize the lecherous fools seated on the viewing gallery benches. I was half tempted to try and put on a show just to scandalize them, but I figured the fallout wouldn't be worth it. Roland swung over me, his face over mine. He kissed me softly on the forehead, and whispered, "are you ready for this?" I nodded slightly and whispered back, "Yes." I could see the Queen give me a wink out of the corner of her eye as I got my first look at what Roland was packing under those poufy pants. Roland was quite frankly enormous. I immediately started having 6th or 7th thoughts as I noted that the entire 12 inches of that thing was going to be in me shortly, and then we were off. I later discovered that Stephanie had spent considerable time prepping Roland for his performance immediately before he entered. That and the Viagra meant that he was likely to have no issues with his part of the task, regardless of what I was up to. He locked eyes with me, and slowly started to insert the tip of his penis in my vulva. I let out a soft gasp as he slid into me. The filling sensation already was completely foreign to anything I had experienced up until now, and I was surprised at how good it felt as he slowly started to work in and out. I felt my Kegel muscles twitch as his penis slid in and out of me, slow and insistent at first, but building with need. I felt my hips respond to his movements, subtly but letting him know that I was feeling things too. We persisted in mostly silence. I could feel his breath hotter and faster as he thrust away, to match my own harder breathing. I knew in other circumstances either of us would be much more demonstrative in another place and another time. The feelings and sensations I was feeling were overriding my inhibitions at the situation, and I found myself deeply conflicted. I was really enjoying the sensations. Roland was an obviously skilled and gentile lover, and though doing a duty he was also not stinting on his skill. I was deeply enjoying the ride, but I couldn't help but wish it was being delivered by someone who looked quite a bit different. A few minutes in, Roland whispered into my ear "I'm very near, are you ready?" I nodded, and said "yes, do it, put a baby in me!" in my own whisper. That was all he needed. I felt a warm rush of liquid deep within me, as Roland came inside of me. We lay together, panting for a few minutes as the last of the twitching from his cock subsided, and he started to soften. I found myself missing the sensation as he pulled out of me. I noted in passing how strange it was that I was already missing the very thing I had been dreading so much. Roland kissed my forehead softly once more, then rolled off of me and went to stand near Stephanie. He kissed her once more chastely on the lips. I noticed that she was looking fairly flushed with excitement. The Gong sounded once more, and Doctor Basset entered the room. I had been warned about this part in advance, as she approached me with a speculum. A quick examination later, and she stood up and stated "The Insemination is complete. Does any witness require additional proof?" She asked, in a ritual challenge. The witnesses remained silent, and filed out of the room. I was to remain laying in place for another 30 minutes to give the sperm the best chances of finding its way through my fancy new plumbing. Once the doors were closed again and the room clear of all but myself and the royal couple, Stephanie broke character and rushed over to my side. "Oh my god, that was so hot to watch! How are you, are you ok? How are you handling this?" she asked in a rush. I blushed and grinned, and said, "Well, er, it was certainly different, but it was kind of fun too, you know?" I looked at them both, and asked, "Are you both ok after that too?" I asked with a hint of worry. Stephanie laughed and grabbed Roland through his poufy pants and said, "More than fine. That display got my motor running, so I'm afraid I will need to borrow your new toy here for the rest of the day!" She kissed Roland, substantially more tongue in the effort this time than earlier. I giggled. They made their daring escape to the royal bed chamber, while I eventually made my way back to my own chambers. I sat down on a couch, looking out an armored glass window over the Bressler countryside below. I had stolen the rest of the chocolates and the wine. I figured if this whole thing had worked, I wasn't going to be having any of the latter for a while, so what the hell. It was very good wine. After a short while, Tanya joined me in the room. I think she heard my alternating giggling and soft crying as I pondered what I was, what I had become for the millionth time. She sat down on the couch next to me, and snagged a chocolate in a most un-guard like move. As she savored the bon bon, she said "do you want to talk about it?" I shrugged. After a short silence she said, "tell you what, how about I tell you a story instead." Tanya proceeded to tell me a story, about a little immigrant girl growing up on a Bressler farm. Except this little girl didn't look like a little girl yet. She told me of how her life had changed when she discovered that about then himself, and how it had shattered his world. She told me about his, then her loving parents, but the struggles of growing up that way, until the Bressler royal guard finally offered her a way to become herself. I looked up at her in wonder from my perch on the couch. She nodded. "Yep, so you see, we have a bit in common. Bressler gave me a way to be who I truly am, while this same place has taken that same certainty from you." She looked me in the eyes, then softly kissed me on the cheek. She continued "So when I say I know what you are going through, and that I know what you sacrificed for us, you can take it to heart that I do. And I'm here to talk or anything else that you might ... want." She finished, as she smiled at me and blushed a bit red. I sniffed, then hugged her, and started bawling on her shoulder. She hugged me back, tentatively at first, then hugged me tightly and petted my head as she whispered, "It will be ok, you'll see." We sat there on that couch like that for hours. We talked of struggles in the past. I told her about my fears for the future, what would happen after all this was over, would I ever find someone for myself like this? Would I be strong enough to handle labor? All the future uncertainties seemed to swirls around me like a cloud of unease. Tanya answered my first question by turning me face to hers, and kissing me deeply on the lips. It felt much more natural and sweeter to me than my experience with Roland. I kissed her back hungerly, but then I stopped. I told her that I didn't want to take advantage of her since she was part of my guard detail. She just shushed me, and told me that we would figure it out together. I made love again that day, this time in my own bed, soft and sweet with Tanya smiling at me as she helped me discover new things about my new body that I had never even dreamed about. It almost made me forget about the life I might be carrying within me now. It helped that she was an amazing kisser too. I learned many things that night, and we drifted off to a wonderful sleep together, my first nightmare free night in a long time. The next morning, Tanya the palace guard was back on duty. She told me that we would find a way to be together, and once the baby was born, she would see about being with me full time and getting transferred to another position if I would have her, but in the mean time we would try to be good. She did kiss me deeply though on her way to her station. I was on cloud 9. The days started to pass much more quickly for me, as I felt I had things in my future to look forward to. Tanya and I did occasionally engage in perhaps slightly illicit doings, and I don't think either of us minded, whatever the rules might say. We were both kind of the personification of breaking rules at this point. A couple weeks later, Doctor Basset was able to detect a pregnancy had indeed occurred. It looked to be a viable cell division, but it was far too early to tell anything else. I started a crash course of learning everything I could about pregnancy, and how everything about it worked. All the things your typical 16-year-old girl would have learned in school, plus what an expectant mother might want to know. My hormones started to do even weirder things to me, and I started craving odd foods at odd hours. I was fairly trim from all my training with Tanya, both security and ...other, so I started to show a little bit of belly fairly early. Life was good, and things were progressing very well. I tried to involve Stephanie in every aspect of my pregnancy since I could tell she was really quite baby mad, all things considered and despite the face she was putting on, I could tell it was killing her a little to not be the one bearing Roland's child, but I think it helped that she got to be there for every test and every milestone. Weeks flew by, and became months. I found my feet swelling to odd sizes sometimes, and there seemed to be something sitting on my bladder at all times. Before I knew it, I felt a weird sensation like someone lightly brushed something against the inside of me. Apparently, that was my first baby movement. Things were really starting to take an interesting turn. ________________________ It turned out to be surprisingly easy to smuggle a simple bunny rabbit into the palace. The entire foundation was riddled with drain holes and small openings. A simple harmless rabbit was never going to set off any alarm though. What possible threat could a rabbit pose? If anyone had noticed, they might have wondered why the rabbit seemed to be sniffing for something constantly, and moving around with an obvious search intent. Adrian was proud of his accomplishment. Training a rabbit to seek a particular smell out and go to it for a treat had taken months, and getting a sample of her smell had taken months more, but he finally had his plain sight weapon. The poor hapless rabbit had no idea that it was already doomed, and intended to bring more doom to its target when it jumped as trained to retrieve its treat. The jumping motion would unfortunately tear open the two embedded plastic tubes of a particularly nasty binary explosive that would then detonate seconds later. Elegant, nothing to trace back to him, it was the perfect plan. Adrian cackled with glee, his only regret that he wouldn't be able to witness the death of this "Olivia" himself. It was only a matter of time now. ________________________ The rabbit was eager for its tasty food. The nice man had always had such delicious sugary treats if it followed the scent, and at long last the rabbit thought it might be on the right track. It made its way towards an opening that a person would have recognized as a doorway, and entered the castle. Minutes turned to hours, and the rabbit was beginning to feel fatigue, when it finally found its scent. It leapt with joy into the startled torso of one Tanya, Secret Service Agent of the realm, who was standing about 16 feet in front of Olivia. The poor rabbit would never know it ceased existing as it became fire personified and expanded in a ball of flame, instantly killing it. Olivia watched in horror as Tanya was engulfed in this fire, shooting up towards the roof only to fall back down and crumple, unmoving, before the blast wave knocked Olivia herself off her feet and back into the room with a crash. Then she knew only darkness. ... To be concluded.