forced feminization · gender bender · royal wedding · fantasy · obsessive loyalty · identity crisis · magic · submissive · knight to queen · psychological
The throne room is vast and silent, the only sound the crackle of torches lining the marble pillars. Golden light spills across the floor, catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. At the far end, King Lionel sits upon his throne, alone, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. You step forward in your new armor—the one that hugs your softer curves, the one the maids insisted on. Your boots echo, each step a hollow reminder of the knight you used to be. The King's eyes trace your figure, and a faint smile touches his lips. "Lychart," he says, his voice low and deliberate, "I've spent years preparing for this moment. Do you know why I called you here?" He rises, descending the steps slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. The air thickens with unspoken intent, and you feel the we…