The Prodigal Princess (Pt. 1)

[Sarrim]

 "Samantha of Northcrest. You, yes?" The guard captain was of the quiet sort, more befitting an scholar than a bloodied veteran of two wars. But Sam knew the man's prowess. Songs were sung of Gin Veridis, First Captain of the Royal Guard. Even outside of his feared armor, the Captain was a deadly swordsman...Perhaps even more so with the freedom from burdensome metal.

"Aye, sir. I was recommended by Lieutenant Maxson to you after the Southerner Uprising was put down." Gin nodded, imperceptibly, reading the letter that Sam had brought with her. The paraffin wax seal lay on the Captain's desk.

"Maxson is a good soldier, and officer. Your trip was long, though, even for a mercenary." A slightly disdainful smile crept up on Gin's mouth and immediately vanished. It was a common reaction in Samantha's work, and a reason he sought employment within the Guard.

"No longer a mercenary, if you'll have me, sir. Maxson believed I would be a fair addition to the Guard, and I would like to take him up on that offer, if you'll have me."
Gin stood, and Sam followed, as protocol dictated. She had done her homework - though she was low-born, she was expected to act with all the nobility of a lady in dealings with the royal court. Gin, however, seemed not to notice, instead going over to the small weapon rack opposite of the Captain's chamber. Warm sunlight filtered through the open glass window, a curious luxury practically unknown in the southern lands. It was an autumn day, and the harvest in full swing.

"They say that battle is the truest way to show the heart of a man. There's no lies in a man trying to survive the edge of a sword. Maxson knows this well, so his recommendation carries some weight. But there are many men of ill repute that would attempt to settle themselves here. The greedy, the lazy, the lecherous and perhaps worst of all - the traitorous. And even...Especially then, who knows the heart of a woman? I like to get to know potential guardsmen before allowing them any post within the Palace. What say you, Samantha? Would you enjoy a 'chat?'"

She nodded and the Captain, now at the weapon rack, drew out two swords, tossing one to Sam. It was of average quality for a normal sword. But it was no normal sword. The edge heavily dulled, its purpose was obvious. "Chats".

Without a word, Gin stepped into a combat stance and engaged Samson, who barely parried the heavy opening swing, and protecting himself from the inevitable broken bone that would have followed. And so they began a deadly dance made only a fraction less so by the training blades. It was a test of skill, of experience and most important of all, character. Step in step, Samantha kept up and though the Captain seemed entirely at ease in combat, he did his best to match his skill. She knew the man was holding back, challenging though not overpowering. When she saw her opening to attack, Sam knew it was a forgery, but she took it anyway, to show the man she knew her way around a duel. The only surprise that she seemed to have given Gin, however, was when Sam deflected an attack that was clearly meant to disable and end the combat, riposting in a way that showed a glint of the Captain's true skill. It was enough to show Sam that she was clearly out of her league. Nevertheless, the Captain then stood back, effectively ending the spar.

Barely breathing heavily, he nodded. "Well done, indeed, Sam. Your skill and experience serve you well. You may -" And in that instant, the Captain snapped into a salute, breaking off his commentary. Curiosity got the better of Sam, however, who turned behind her to see a girl at the door that she would later learn to be the Princess Amelie Gregorian, heir to the throne of Nortmund.

Even as young as she was, Sam saw, at perhaps a mere eleven years weathered, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Golden-red hair cascaded in loose curls to her shoulders, and her face and stance held a kind, if hawkish, loveliness to them. Her body was lithe like a young girl, but her bloom was soon coming upon her, Sam was certain. She wore a frilly blue dress that fit her perfectly and completed the image that she was truly a princess first, and a child second. At the last second, when her eyes fell onto her, she then fell into a salute, shaky though it was.

The music that was her voice matched her visage perfectly. "Captain Veridis." The Captain went to ease. "I had dropped by to examine the potential recruit." Her eyes drew to Sam again, making her nearly blush. "I've heard good things about her."

"She is...Adequate, your Highness. Much to improve, as he is but a low-born, woman mercenary." Sam felt a twinge of resentment, but resisted it, and forgot it when the girl smiled at her. "The choice is, of course, up to you, your Highness." She stepped into the chamber striding with an elegant gait to the Samantha, who still held herself tensely.

"There is no need to be nervous, my subject. I am not as harsh as the Captain here." She looked the woman over, walking in a circle around her. Samantha was nowhere near to the radiant beauty that the girl possessed, but she had a sort of real world, life-chiseled attractiveness to her. A short, tied-back haircut of wild blonde grew from her, and her body was well-maintained by training and combat. Her skill had protected beautiful face from scars, and most of the rest of her body as well. Her breasts were somewhat small, but never sagged, and her bottom the comment of many a lewd jeer. She felt like a horse at market under the girl's eyes though. Samantha's eyes noted that girl herself seemed a little tense as well, though only for a brief instant, as she bent down to look at Sam's toned legs. Samantha though, betrayed no sign of noticed. When the girl stood up again, she addressed the Captain.

"You give your approval, Captain Veridis?" Her frame was impassive, but there was an impatient questioning in the girl's eyes.

"She seemed a fair enough candidate, and better than many of the men I have seen this week, both in skill and character. It is something of a scandal, however, to induct a mercenary into the Royal Guard, and moreso to the point of a bodyguard.

"Well, it is this, or a eunuch, and that would be a cruel thing to stoop to. Besides, she has the backing of Sir Maxson, yes?" the girl replied.

He nodded. "Indeed, your Highness. Yes. She meets my standards, and those of your father."

"And mine as well. What is your name, my subject?"

"Samantha, of Northcrest, your Highness." She bowed deeply.

"No longer, dear Samantha. You are now Guardian Samantha, of Nortmund, a Protector and Charge of the Royal Family, and personal bodyguard to the Princess Amelie Gregorian. Is this satisfactory?" Barely able to contain her excitement, Sam nodded quickly. "Most excellent!" The girl betrayed her youth with a clap of her hands, before continuing. "I must confess that I'm in a hurry. You may begin your duties now, by escorting me to my chambers and helping me to prepare for the harvest pronouncement of my father."

"Your Highness, there is the short matter of providing her with the Seal of the Guard and the ritual contained. It will only be a few moments."

The girl huffed, but acquiesced. "Of course, Captain, but please hurry." She left the room with that, and Gin went to a large cabinet, rifling through its contents.

"You should consider yourself lucky, Corporal. The Princess does not often accept recruits so quickly. She must like you dearly. Here, your Seal," Gin said, handing her a white military sash with the gray and blue coat of arms of the royal family. "There is no real ritual, except a few more...Private orders, that I pass onto you from His Majesty. You see, the Princess is the heir apparent to the throne, but she has a few peculiar 'habits.'"

Sam was confused, but somewhat expected it. Nobility had a way of being a little more eccentric. "Like what? She seemed well adjusted enough."

"And that's how we'd like to keep her. She is normal enough, but...Well, you shall see soon. However, you must never let her 'habit' become public knowledge, and should do your best to protect her from prying eyes, even within the castle." He sighed ruefully. "Her mother the Queen is something the same, and I have a handful with that. It will be good that we finally have a bodyguard to deal with the Princess."

Samantha gave him a sideways glance, but he quickly shooed her out into the hallway, where the Princess was tapping her feet impatiently, practically bounding with energy. Or...

Samantha dismissed the thought, but it came unbidden to her anyway. In any event, she ignored it, and joined her charge. "Your Highness, I am afraid that I will make a poor bodyguard without arms and armor."

"Do not worry about that, Samantha. We will get you provided for later today. Hurry though, we must get to my room!"

"Of course, your Highness. Why the hurry though?"

"Nevermind that!" Amelie snapped, then giggled. Her dress swished softly as they walked, and they had reached the other wing of the palace when the Princess suddenly stopped, holding a hand out for support against the smooth stone wall. A sharp intake of breath was heard as she paused, and she looked down momentarily.

"Your Highness! Are you alright?!"  Samantha tried to support her, to the Princess' protest, when the girl suddenly shuddered slightly, and a soft pattering sound rang from the carpet.

"Yes, yes...Just get me to my room. Hurry, Samantha!" Needing no more encouragement, Sam picked the girl up, looking down and seeing a small wet spot in the carpet. Following the girl's terse direction, she headed up the stairs of the northern tower. Amelie's body was tense, and Sam was forced to realize that the girl was in desperate need to release her water. She could feel the girl's damp underwear through the dress, which distracted her with another feeling, and nearly caused her to turn a corner into the sight of a passing servant. Most of the staff was off the grounds, at the Palatial Green, preparing for the harvest pronouncement, but some staff were still within. Her startlement seemed to scare the princess as well, and she felt a renewed warmth from the Princess' bottom. "Hurry, Samantha, I can barely hold on!"

Another corner, and another, and the Princess' double-doors stood, beckoning. She pushed them open quickly, not even noticing the lavish decorations of the apartment, and placed the Princess on her feet, where she jammed her hands into her crotch tightly. No longer a regal princess, she was a desperate young girl, barely holding on from soaking her entire dress,

Through hissing breaths, the Princess said, "My dress...Get it off..." Samantha tried, but it was slow going. A low-born mercenary, dresses were somewhat foreign to her, and the elaborate one worn by the Princess was even worse. Every few seconds, Amelie squealed, and held tighter, but Samantha watched as small rivulets of golden urine trailed down the girl's stockings, becoming more and more powerful each time.

"Hurry!" Amelie said, just as Samantha freed the last lace, causing the dress to fall to the ground in a frumpled heap. Amelie leaped away from it, and took one step. Out of her skirt, she was dressed only in a pair of beautiful silken underwear and stockings, as her breasts had yet to blossom. Though originally a light blue, they were now darkened by the girl's urine, and dripping as she leaked more.

Samantha watched in fascination, as the girl squirmed and whimpered slightly, grabbing the underwear tightly, and pulling it taut against her labia. Her perfectly formed, womanly lips outlined the fabric, as her urine spurted out anew, barely held back. Trails of fragrant liquid streamed down her young, pale legs, slowing, but not stopping entirely. Amelie just stood there, squatting just slightly, as Samantha quietly approached. Almost unconsciously, she gently touched the girl's young bottom, eliciting a gasp from the Princess, who then lost all control.

A hissing sound erupted through the fabric as pee shot out uncontrollably, cascading over Sam's hand. In a last ditch effort to hold back, the princess pressed herself against Sam's hand, but to no avail. Pee ran over it, and she could feel its pressure as it ran out of the girl's bladder. She was almost amazed by how much the girl held. It must've been some time - a minute, two maybe, and she was still going strong. Amelie's now dark blue panties dripped all over, and her stockings were covered in streaks where they weren't soaked entirely. Samantha realized that she too was wet, and a thrilled feeling ran from her hand to her head, making her lightheaded. She couldn't understand why, but she found the Princess' accident incredibly arousing. For her park, the Princess seemed more than a little excited herself, her breaths coming in short gasps, and a look of ecstasy on her face as her urine finally slowed, and stopped. She grinded herself against Sam's hand for a moment more before realizing what she was doing, and then jumped away staring at the woman.

Some time passed for each of them, both too embarrassed by their respective actions to speak. Finally, the princess Amelie said, with a smirk and a giggle, "So, now you know my secret."

-End Chapter 1

So, this is my first attempt at fiction. Hope you guys enjoyed it, and I shall try to write some more soon, :).

[larp4life]

definlty write another one cant wait

[Mr. Cool]

Now THIS is good. And the fight scene brings my back to my fencing experience.

[Serika]

So, this is my first attempt at fiction. Hope you guys enjoyed it, and I shall try to write some more soon, :).

Your first fic is great, you should keep writing.

[piemaster]

this is an awsome story cant wait for the second chapter!!!

[Sarrim]

Thanks for your support, peoples, and I've got the second chapter on the way, :).

[Neil]

Great work!

If i'm not mistaken, your 2nd chapter might contains panty-pooping, right?

[HappyCougar]

  This was great.  I really enjoyed it and am looking forward to the second chapter.

[reirei]

spectacular, i love the way you decribed the whole wetting sceen

[wetypd]

I would like to gratulate to you writing skills - the story as a whole is a delight to read. Even though I was most curious about the wetting scene, the rest of the story remained in my mind - this doesn't happen very often (especially not, when it is written in a foreign language).

I very much appreciated all those details that you mention e.g. the condition of the sword, the lack of experience with dresses,...

Thank you for this story

Wolf

[izzydizzy032323]

its great :)

[mjback]

!!! thanks !!!

[andreww9933]

Incredible opening chapter. You're a great writer man.