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A beeping brought me aware. It was muted at first, and I thought I could hear human voices, but there was also this irritating background ringing, like someone ringing a high-pitched bell that wouldn't go away. I finally opened my eyes. One seemed to be partially covered. I could tell I was in a hospital bed. I was hooked up to monitors and an IV. There were unfamiliar very large men in black suits just outside the door. I drifted off to sleep again. When I awoke next time, I became more fully aware. This time the pain registered, pain in my front, in my arms, on my face. It seemed to be somewhat muted, but definitely present. I could see that most of what was visible of my arms was all bandages. I felt that thought should bother me much more than it did at the time, but they had me on some fairly intense drugs. Finally, after what seemed like a very long time but was probably in reality just a few minutes, a familiar face walked into the room. Doctor Basset walked in, looked at the monitors, then looked at me. She seemed surprised that I was awake. "Oh goodness, you are back with us! You gave us all quite a scare Olivia! We weren't sure you were going to wake up after that blast. You hit your head when you went backwards in the pressure wave and you've been out for a few days," she said, as she started to look at my vitals. I managed to whisper stammer, "B..b...baby?" Doctor basset looked at me, then sighed. "We're not sure yet. The baby is alive but you took quite a bit of trauma. We will need to do more tests. But we have seen some movement and kicking, so that is a good sign," she finished. I sighed, then grimaced as the pain hit again. "T...Tanya?" I asked again, in a slightly louder whisper. Doctor Basset sat down, then thought for a moment before she looked at me. "Tanya... she caught the full force of the blast, but she was wearing her body armor. it probably saved her life, but the blast wave slammed her into the oak beam ceiling with a lot of force. We have her stabilized, but she lost a lot of blood, and she hasn't woken up either." She paused to let me digest that. "There's a bit more as well. She took some damage, and we weren't able to save her right foot." Doctor Basset sighed. Then she continued. "You took some damage too. Tanya's body shielded you from most of the blast, but you have minor burns over most of your upper body, and, well, you're going to have a scar. You took a piece of shrapnel diagonally across your left eye. We saved your vision, mostly, but there's going to be a mark. " she shrugged. At a loss for what to say. I started crying softly, as the news about Tanya hit me. Doctor Basset took that the wrong way and started to reassure me about my looks and how princesses with scars were all the rage until I cut her off. "I. Don't. Care. About. That. Save. Tanya!" I spoke each word sharply and with all the clarity I could muster. Doctor Bassets eyes widened a bit as the realization hit her, then she nodded and spoke. "She's in good hands, we will do everything in our power to bring her back to you, my lady" and with that, she bowed and withdrew. As I lay there, grappling with this rapid shift in my world, I felt the baby kick. I took some comfort in that feeling, even through the uncertainty. Through the sadness, a cold, smoldering rage began to build in me. Someone tried to kill me again. Someone tried to kill the very being I had undergone so much change and hardship to bring into this world. Someone had tried to kill the hope that represented, and I was certain that I knew exactly who that someone was. I made two decisions that day, laying there helpless in that hospital. One, I was never going to let that monster hurt me or anyone I loved ever again, and 2. Adrian Bressler was going to die. Recovery was slow. The damage to my arms and face was not as bad as it first appeared, and aside from the large scar across my eye, I would heal and endure. I had lost a little of my normal light vision in my left eye, and the dissonance with my right bothered me. Stephanie offered a solution when she and Roland arrived to check on my condition once they were alerted, I was awake, and brought me an ornate leather and platinum rimmed eye patch to wear. it did rather give me a rakish, almost piratical look. She also had the patch fitted with a low light tactical display, so I could view a variety of simple wireframe drawings that showed things like room layout, movement within the area, and even targeting and aiming details if I happened to be holding one of Bressler's advanced special forces weapons, such as the slightly larger model I now carried in my purse. I could tell they were both very relieved and happy that I was ok, but even more so that the baby seemed to be alright as far as anyone could tell at this stage. The future crown prince of Bressler seemed to be picking up in activity, which everyone considered to be a good sign. Once I was finally able to move on my own, I visited Tanya as much as I was able to. She looked peaceful sleeping there on that bed. If not for the feeding tubes and ventilators I might have thought she was merely sleeping. I talked to her when I could, I didn't know if she could hear me, but sometimes it seemed like her hand might twitch a little in response to something I said. The brainwave activity was still inconclusive. Doctor basset was talking about trying some new experimental procedures to revive her, once they secured the necessary authorizations. I hoped that it would work, because I was starting to see the world without her in it, and I didn't like what I saw. My other free time, aside from what I spent as a lab rat undergoing pregnancy related tests, I researched. I learned everything I could about the evil bastard Adrian that tried to take everything from me. I learned his habits, his quirks, and most importantly, I learned of his weakness for antique naval toys from the bygone days of the Bressler Navy. He fancied himself a bit of an armchair admiral, so it seemed. He was also paranoid way beyond a fault. I knew that nothing electronic, or explosive filled would ever get near him without delivery from a military aircraft, and he seemed to have decided to wait out the remainder of my pregnancy inside of a bunker deep inside a mountain somewhere. I had no way to get to him. But I had a glimmer of an idea of how I could get something to him. An evil little smile of my own graced my lips at the thought. I threw myself into the work. I set about using all of my skills from my old life and all of the toys that Stephanie had provided me to craft a masterwork. A collapsible naval telescope. This was no ordinary telescope though. The hollow body collapsed in on itself, with painstakingly sourced and created antique optics contemporary to what a 17th century Bressler admiral would likely have carried, should any have done so. I started turning the metal on my new lathe, taking care as I proceeded to weather all of the exposed surfaces with every trick of age matching, I had up my long flowing dress sleaves. The outer surface was covered with intricate carvings. That alone took me a month to get right. But there were two noticeable flaws. One easy one, showed the Bressler naval crest with one element, a stylized dolphin, out of alignment. If one were to press on it just so towards its natural spot, a tiny concealed drawer would shoot out of the side of the telescope, containing a cleverly concealed, completely fake ancient parchment with some sort of coded, also completely fake message, and more importantly a drawing of one of the ring features on the telescope's body, showing a very different configuration that it was now. A closer examination would notice a slight wiggle in the ring, and maybe some other elements that might move. Only someone with a knowledge of Bressler Naval tradition would look closely and see the elements out of place. I hoped it would be an irresistible puzzle for Adrian. One that would have some very interesting consequences should he ever solve it. For the next element of my plan, I needed to recruit some outside help though. Stephanie eagerly joined me in my room. It had been nearly a month since I had seen her outside medical visits, and truth be told I think she was starting to worry about me. I had been so wrapped up in my pursuit of this, that I had become rather single-minded. We sat down on my couch, and I leaned back and looked thoughtful for a minute. Finally, I spoke softly as I looked into her eyes. "Why is Adrian Bressler still alive?" Stephanie's eyes widened, then she looked away, uncomfortable. She sighed. Then she spoke. "It's complicated. Roland always believed there was good in him still, that he could be changed somehow, given purpose. I never believed that, but Roland made me promise to not interfere early on. And he seemed to really try and turn around, taking on charities and good works. By the time we realized how thoroughly he had played us both, he was essentially untouchable. And now with the succession in question, if he dies under questionable circumstances, we are automatically deposed. Which truth be told might still be worth it, but it would break Roland's heart." She finished with another sigh. I nodded, I figured it had to be something like that. I tossed Stephanie a tiny glass vial. "I need you to do something for me. I need you to have Bressler Retrogenics use the same techniques that they used to turn my genetics to that of a female, but I instead need them to develop a DNA targeted cocktail to give Adrian something slow, painful and lethal," I said, my voice calm and firm as I locked on to her eyes. Her eyes got really big. I continued, "I need enough of it to fill 3 of these vials, and it needs to be specific to his genome only. There is a sample of his hair in the royal archive, taken when he was a baby. Inside that vial is one of those hairs." I slowly filled her in on the specifics of my plan. Her gaze started horrified, but slowly spread to a feral, malicious grin as she figured out what I had in mind. The asshole tried to kill me, tried to kill Tanya, tried to kill Stephanie's baby within me, and used a poor defenseless woodland creature to do it. He was already dead; he just didn't know it yet. Stephanie looked me in the eye, then nodded. We would never speak of this again. 3 small glass vials showed up on my workbench about a month later. I carefully installed them, then arranged for the final product to be placed in an auction with enough information to be sure and get Adrian's attention, but enough deliberately wrong information so it looked like a miscategorized, Genuine Bressler naval glass that was listed at a bargain price incorrectly as a much less desirable piece. Evil little shitweasles can never resist a bargain, especially if they think they get to screw someone over along the way. And if this didn't work, I had time to be patient. In the back of my mind, I was a little horrified about what I had placed in motion, but I also knew neither I, nor any of my loved ones would be safe as long as he walked this earth. In the end, I was content with my choices. Besides, one of the nice things about being a princess is that the people who would pass sentence on me were likely Roland and Stephanie if it ever came to that. My little errand done, I settled in to enjoy (endure?) the last couple of months of the pregnancy process. By this time, I was most definitely showing, and I had devastated the local pickle and ice cream repositories to a degree there was serious talk of a shortage. Stephanie and Roland came by at least once or more a day to visit me, or more likely visit the baby. Seeing the joy on both of their faces when they felt the baby kick was almost worth everything I had endured so far. It was interesting to me that Stephanie was almost more of a nervous wreck about the whole situation than I was. She was worried about playing too much music, or not enough music, or the wrong kind via headphones around my ever-growing belly, or what the temperature of the day might mean for the birth. A hundred little things, but it kept her involved and active in the pregnancy too, so I didn't really mind. For the record the baby kicked more during classic rock, for what that's worth. As we moved into the last month, the baby started to take up much more space than I figured our rental agreement gave it license to, and my bladder became a one stop stomping ground for the little twerp. Maybe he just liked the motion of me waddling towards the bathroom. As my belly grew, I found the skin became a little numb. I was assured that it would go back to normal soon after birth. I found things swelling that I didn't even know could swell. Ankles, legs, my pinky finger? Why the hell did my pinky finger swell up? But there were other interesting developments too. I found that my breasts got much, much bigger than the 36C I signed up for, and began leaking milk. Stephanie soon had me equipped with the latest in breast pump technology. I secretly wondered if she just didn't want to set up some sort of Dairy. I mentioned that comment to Doctor Basset during an exam, and she surprised me by suggesting that they could also induce lactation in Stephanie if she wanted. We talked it over, and she was all for the idea, since it would give her at least some tie to the baby. She soon started on a Motillium regime, and her on ample bosom swiftly joined the ranks of the milk producing. Roland didn't seem to mind one bit, that's for sure. Everything was worryingly quiet on the attack front. Tanya was still in her long sleep, and we hadn't seen hide nor hair of Adrian. The auction for my little toy was still a few weeks away, as I wanted to make sure any fallout would be well after the birth. My mom had insisted that I kept her away long enough, so she was flying in to Bressler to be here for the last bit of my pregnancy. I hadn't really filled her in on all the details of what had gone on, just the general news, but she insisted. I was a bit worried. We had been in constant contact since I left, but she had never really seen the new me, or the damage from the explosion. I wasn't sure how she was going to react. Honestly, I think I was more nervous about that detail than the actual impending birth. I guess we would see soon enough. I did worry that maybe somewhere out there Adrian was going to try another go at us. He didn't seem the type to go away quietly. ________________________ Fuck. Fuck, Fuck FUCK! Adrian raged as he received the latest report from his only remaining source inside the palace. The minister wouldn't act in any way for him to save his life, but he was still willing to sell secrets now and again for some spending money. The latest news was a disaster. Contrary to the publicly available story, it was the damned palace guard that was in a coma and near death, and that stupid bitch of a cow broodmare was still alive and nearly ready to give birth. This was a disaster! The pile of servant bodies behind him gave stark evidence to how enraged he was. Even Bruno was hanging back out of sight. Adrian sighed. There was nothing for it. If you want something done, you have to do it yourself. He started making the preparations. Time would tell if he was destined for greatness or not. ________________________ Mom arrived, to little or no drama to our great relief. As she made her way into the palace for the first time, and up to my room suites. she very nearly didn't recognize me at fist. She actually asked me "Excuse me, Miss, have you seen..." before her eyes got really wide, she gave a happy gasp as her hands flew up to her lips, then she rushed forward to give me a great big hug. The kind you only ever get from a mother. I smiled as she rocked me back and forth. I whispered, "Oh, mamma, it's good to see you. I've been through so much." We both started crying a bit, then we sat down on the large couch I had claimed as my pregnancy throne. She ran the back of her hand down my eye scar. I turned a bit red with embarrassment, but I assured her it didn't hurt anymore. She thought it looked cool, like I was some sort of Anime Pirate. I asked her where she had even heard of Anime. She just grinned and said I would look pretty with long purple hair to go with the eyepatch, maybe a big black hat with skull and crossbones on it. We caught up late into the night, Stephanie and Roland also stopping by. Roland opted to give my mom the grand tour of the palace personally, while Stephanie checked on me and made sure I was really ok. I smiled at her. "You know, I think I am going to be ok. My mom loves me and accepts me, I have friends who love me, I'm starting to accept myself really. It would only be more perfect if people would quit trying to kill my ass, and if Tanya would wake up. I wish she were here for this." Stephanie nodded and gave me a hug before I sent her to hunt for more of the lost Pickle tribe. I did get my wish, as it turns out. Tanya did finally open her eyes during the last week I was pregnant. She was weak as a kitten, and would need lots of physical therapy, but I got to see her right after she woke up, and I kissed away her tears when she learned about her missing foot. She was still bedridden, but at least she was going to be able to be in the room with me when the delivery cesarian occurred. I was so relieved that she was alright. It was a major weight off my mind, and it helped me get through the last little bit. Doctor Basset was very optimistic that the as yet unnamed future prince of Bressler was going to be born happy and healthy. All the tests they could do were looking great, and we were nearing the day of the planned cesarean. They were still quite certain that my reconfigured state wasn't going to be capable of passing a very large baby via the normal birth canal. I found I was actually secretly disappointed by that verdict a bit. We went over the procedure, expected potential complications, contingencies, etc. I was as ready as I could be by that point. If I didn't get this weight off of my bladder, I was going to go a little bit crazy. Tomorrow was the big day. ________________________ Adrian didn't have much time before the security detail was going to notice their missing man. The back entrance was known to only a few people, and if this didn't work, they would almost certainly have enough proof of his involvement in this plot to finally go after him. Adrian smiled a feral smile at the thought as he wiped the still bloody knife on the guard's suit. Definitely incentive to get this right. He swiftly made his way inside to a hidden closet space that years ago he had stashed a few tools for such a day inside. The palace cleaning staff uniform, ugly brown mullet wig, and matching hat would get him most of the way there. he checked the carefully stashed gun. Still serviceable, and the bullets looked ready to go. Remarkable after years spent in the dank former dungeon confines of the palace basement. The revolver just had 6 shots, but that was more than he was going to need. He made his way into the hallway, and grabbed a conveniently placed ladder. No one ever questions someone holding a ladder moving with purpose. Adrian made his way upstairs. Only a minute or so had passed since he had killed the guard, and he knew that he would have at least another 14 before the first radio check, then another couple after that if he was lucky. Plenty of time. With knowledge born of long occupancy, he made his way up to the medical wing. He saw the two uniformed guards at the door. There was nothing for it. He casually dropped one of the other toys he had stashed those many years ago when he began his exile, and the flash bang grenade soon went off behind him. He ran forward as if panicked, dropping the ladder towards the first guard as he raised the revolver. Two shots, one in each guard's face, dropped them both to the floor. He casually pulled the fire alarm, then he kicked open the door. ________________________ I looked up in horror at the sound of the bangs in the hallway. Tanya and I exchanged a look as the door flung open. A short, slightly rotund figure who looked kind of like Roland, but an evil version mixed with all the worst attributes of Hitler and a particularly ugly potato. He flung his mullet wig to the floor with a snarl, and raised his revolver. He grinned an evil little grin. I coldly said, "Adrian, I presume. I figured you would be a lot taller. Are you here to finish your work? You haven't done a very good job so far. I can see why everyone refers to you as a weasel." I figured that I had nothing to lose by enraging him, and maybe it would throw off his aim. His face turned "almost having a stroke" red, as he snarled in my direction. I could see Tanya trying to will herself off of the bed to do something. She made it to the railing, and fell to the floor with a thud. Adrian glanced dismissively at her, then turned back to me. He said not a word as he pushed down his rage, and coldly began to bring the revolver down, aiming at my now bulbous belly. I covered my passenger instinctively, and cringed, my eyes closed as I waited for the shot. It came, followed by a second. I felt pain, but not where I expected. ________________________ Adrian felt a thrill as he finally had his elusive prey in his sights. One shot, and regardless of what else happened, he would win it all. He sighted down at the rotund belly, the object of his hatred and wrath, and begin to stroke the trigger. His sneer turned to a feral smile as he readied his victory. And that's when the bullet hit him in the right shoulder. His gun shoulder. He reflexively pulled the trigger, but his aim was off. The bullet still impacted the stupid bitch of a cow in front of him, but the other woman, who he had discounted as irrelevant, had pulled a small Glock from somewhere, and managed to get off a shot. She was clearly weak and was having trouble raising the gun, but she was able to get off one more shot, putting a round straight through his hand. He dropped the gun. It was time to leave. Adrian burst through the door and exited back into the hallway. He heard a roar as someone shouted "YOU!" and then his older idiot brother rushed towards him. Adrian sprinted towards the nearest window, his arm trailing a steady drip of blood behind him. Roland caught him just short of the fire escape, and hit him from the side. The window in the 3rd story hallway popped out from the force of the impact. Adrian found himself briefly flying through space, and then instead of the final impact he expected, the softer landing of water. His breath was knocked out of him as the current swept him away from the castle and towards the sea. He lost consciousness. ________________________ I wasn't here for the next part of the story. I mean I was, technically, or at least my body was. I'm told I died briefly. Doctor Basset and her team were already on site, and were prepped for trauma surgery, so they were quickly able to stop the bleeding in my now punctured lung, and began to extract the blood before I drowned. This being Adrian, they thought to check for toxins on the extracted bullet, and quickly discovered that it was indeed poisoned with something. Only the likely degraded state of the toxin saved me in the end. They swiftly cut open my womb via cesarian. They had to save the young prince, who emerged with a Lusty and strong cry. I will never forgive Adrian for making me miss that moment. They were in time to prevent the toxin from reaching the little prince, but I was not so lucky. Loss of blood, trauma, and an unknown nerve agent stopped my breathing, and then my heart. Doctor Basset quickly plunged a 12-inch needle of pure Adrenaline into my chest, and began to shock my heart back to life. On the 3rd try, I came back to the world. Adrian, the vile little weasel that he was, managed to escape. No body was found. We searched for weeks after. I knew he was alive though; a mysterious phone buyer had bought the cleverly crafted toy I had created just for him. It would be a long time before I would know for sure if it was successful. Once I returned to the land of the living and woke up a bit, Stephanie and Roland introduced me to the new Crown Prince Erick. I was still weak, but I got to hold him a bit. I think it's actually a good thing I was so wounded right then, because in that moment, I never wanted to let that little life out of my arms. I had given him life, carried him inside me, why should I give him up? Except I knew that I had to. Tanya and I took turns cooing and whispering little sweet baby nothings at him. He was a very cute looking baby. My mom, unhurt during the excitement proclaimed herself ecstatic to be a grandmother, even if it didn't technically count. I foresaw one very spoiled but very loved little prince in the future. I got better, and soon I was strong enough to care for Tanya as she recovered as well. I asked if she would want to maybe marry a slightly worse for wear princess, and she got a huge grin on her face and kissed me into submission, barely pausing to put the very large platinum and emerald ring onto her finger before shouting "yes!" We got married a few months later. It was probably the only wedding in history where a ruling monarch was the maid of honor at a wedding. Roland officiated of course. We settled into married life, and moved our recovery to my new, still unexplored Bressler Country estate. It took a few more months, but Tanya was back to her old, well new self, her state-of-the-art prosthetic foot giving her very little trouble. I took my mom's advice and dyed my hair deep purple, and bought a yacht. If the season is right, you can see us sailing around the Mediterranean, the pirate princess and her trusty lusty first mate. Though we did very little in the way of pirating. Roland and Stephanie went on to be some of the best rulers that Bressler ever had. Crown prince Erick grew as the years went by. Last time I saw him he was a very inquisitive 4-year-old, who had declared my eyepatch to be "soo coool!" Some days I missed all the joys raising a son could have brought, but Erick needed to know who his mother was without a confusing kind of Aunt hanging around. I did make sure I brought him all sorts of neat toys on my frequent visits though. Recently Tanya and I have thought about seeing if we can maybe adopt. If nothing else Tanya has a sister, and I still have some of my own sperm banked in a vault somewhere, so maybe there is a chance we will try the baby route again. But that's for tomorrow's Olivia to worry about. Right now I was about to watch the launch of my newest big toy. Roland, Stephanie, Tanya, and myself all looked off across the bay as the countdown headed towards zero, and the new Bressler Spaceworks Spaceplane XT-9 roared to life and headed for space. It didn't explode this time either, which was a plus! I was very content with my existence. A few bumps along the way, but I wouldn't trade it for anything these days. It had been years since the last time I even really thought of myself in passing as male, or even a former male. I pulled my wife close, and dipped her as I kissed her deeply. She eagerly returned the favor. What else do you need when you have it all and the love of a lovely woman? ________________________ Adrian sat staring at his monitors, his crippled legs having broken in the stream, and lack of adequate medical attention meant that they, and his hand had never really been the same. He was down to his last safe house. His funds spent, his former ally's dead or cut lose in the wind once his fortune ran out. All he had left was his meagre collection. Even Boris had abandoned him, or at least tried to. Boris actually made it onto the tiny island. Shame he forgot about the land mines. Adrian smiled a rare smile at the memory of the look on his face. Then he frowned again. Most of his collection had to go to fund his new life, but this one last piece still intrigued him. Purchased on the very day his life came crashing down, it seemed to have some secrets. A tiny hidden compartment had already been found, and he was sure that there was more to discover, but the last tiny bit was being stubborn. It was almost as if there was something jammed in the mechanism. He resolved to try one last time to open it. It was all he had left, and it challenged him, which couldn't be born. He thought of the spectacular deal he had got on the piece. They didn't even know what they had, the fools. Gingerly, with his lame hand and his good one, he twisted. First lightly, then with increasing force. The patterned texture on the surface of the telescope gave almost perfect finger positions for the action. So, he was very much surprised when the barrel finally rotated with a crunch, and 20 tiny and very sharp needles shot out from the side, injecting a pale green liquid into his arms. A second piece of paper fell out, as he tossed the vile trap away. It landed with a crash as it bounced off the walls, optics shattered. He looked at his hands. Nothing seemed to be happening. If it was poison, it was not a very good one. He picked up the piece of paper. On it, was written in plain English "For Tanya". A picture of a rabbit was drawn next to the text. He began to sweat a bit. Suddenly he didn't feel so good anymore. He headed to his bed. He would never leave it. The genetically tailored CRISPR derived retroviral agent slowly began to overwrite Adrian's generic code with an extremely rare disease that caused every single mucus membrane cell in his body to slowly wither and die. His nose lining. various organ pieces, the lining of his testicles. the inside of his lungs, the very sheaths of his nerves, all began to fail. It was slow, agonizing, and worst of it all, Adrian knew he was dying the entire time as his muscles seized up and refused to move. Maybe a doctor could have done something, but all those bridges were well and truly burned by then. He died alone, in horrible pain over a period of weeks. His last safehouse was so well hidden it was months before anyone noticed the smell and discovered his bloated corpse. When they did, they wondered at the claw marks on the headboard, as if some possessed creature had tried to claw through the filth of dead cells that was drowning him, killing him. He was buried without ceremony in a paupers grave, consigned to the dustbin of history. A fitting end to such a monster as he. The end