*** Princess, M of the wedding ***

  It was an early start for the wedding. A little before the sun rose, I was already getting my makeup on. My brides put theirs on beside me. Then we all slipped into our formal outfits, including a simple purple dress that reached to the floor.

  This is all for a painting, the beginning of the harem. It's to be dispyed irance hall of our house. When we make it to the thro'll be moved into the castle with the previous Queen's paintings. Every single painting had a bunch of women and normally a man in purple. Ours will join them, six beautiful women taking my Mother's pce.

  The painting only takes an hour to finish, thanks to magid csses. We all head our separate ways to do a bit of ne and then put on the dresses for the ceremony.

  My new servants are busy w with the castle's Priestess for the Goddess of Love. Decorations, seating charts, and the sele of prayers were all ahrough them.

  The castle has its own temple for the Goddess of Love. Every noble he capital gets married in that temple to cover the silly cost of runni aemple for the Goddess of Love iy. Outside the castle, there were already ten of them of various sizes for the different csses of people. Ah ihe castle walls wouldn't see much traffic without the rule.

  Having a private one for nobles does make it easy to book and handle any marriage problems swiftly.

  The guests are just my supporters and the nobles he capital. To get a rger crowd, I would o schedule it too far out, and I don't have the time. The lohe wedding takes, the shorter the time I have to earhrone.

  "All finished, yhness," the maids say, moving the mirrors around so I see the plete dress. Standard makeup, nothing too overbearing, just enough to hide the blemishes and give aone. Just some red eyelio give a bit of trast. The usual deep red dress. Short sleeves so the dress prop up my breasts instead of weighing them down; it hugs my stomaough I get my abs to show through if you look for them. Fring out at the hips and ending at my ankles, letting everyone see my bck heels. Gold jewelry hangs all over me, bracelets, a neckce with a ruby just inside my cleavage, dangling earrings, and a hairpin. My brides will be in white for the ceremony, switg over to red for the reception.

  Eight girls, just for the start. I'll have several more over the few years, and then I'll absorb my Mother's harem after all is do's a little nerve-rag thinking about it. I'm in charge of this family, their happiness, and the future children Alzi will bring us. They are all uhreat from ihe try while the campaign for the throne happens. Afterward, the threats will be from the outside. I have to protect them all.

  "Is everything ok?" One of the maids asks.

  "Yes, just getting married is a little scary, I guess."

  "Ah, yes. Don't worry; nobody would dare cause a fuss ihe temple. You just have to worry about after the wedding and that is something you start w about then. For now, just enjoy the wedding. Even the Queen won't dare to misbehave."

  "I know. It isn't easy to put your worries aside, especially when they are this big and will st so long," I say before taking a deep breath. "Are they ready for us at the temple?"

  "Yes, yhness."

  "Let's go then. Waiting will make everything worse."

  As a group, we head over to the temple in a er of the castle grounds. It isn't the biggest temple for the Goddess of Love in the capital, but that is simply because the biggest is way too big, aodating a few thousand for each event it holds.

  This one hold a thousand people for a wedding—over a thousand if it ever held a mass—more than enough for my small wedding of two hundred guests. Plenty of decorations will be put up to fill the space out, but it will still be a bit empty.

  My group of maids goes in a side door once we reach the rge temple. The guests are slowly streaming in through the mairance, my brides ing iher side. It isn't a problem to see each other in our dresses; it is just preferred to see it for the first time at the altar. Many have talked about a political marriage turning into one filled with love due to that first sight. Likely full of shit, but you do what you to appease the poor kids forced into them.

  Worried about wrinkles in my dress, I just stood waiting for everyoo get seated. It shouldn't be long; I only saw a few stragglers. The Queen will meet me in the main chamber and walk me down.

  "Yhness, there is o worry. Everything is set. You're in the Goddess's domain; nothing bad will happen. The Queen is here; the Goddess will punish her if she fails her duty today," a minor priestess says, notig my shaking hands.

  "Yes, I just have a lot going on after this, and Mother has worked hard to embarrass me during these moments," I say, w to steady my hands.

  "I see. Don't be afraid to ask a Goddess or two for help. I think many will find you worth their bag to some degree."

  "I'll keep that in mind."

  "Good. It seems everyone is in pow. Are you ready to start?" she says, opening the door.

  "Yes," I say trying to get my fidence back following the quian.

  "Elora! You look beautiful," I hear as I tur er. There is my Mother in a purple dress with small silver patterns wearing her normal . I let out a deep breath, and a lot of tensio my body, seeing her dressed normally. I guess my body didn't believe my mind.

  "Thank you, Mother."

  "Huh, sorry about your annou party. I've been scolded quite a few times now about that. I should've let you have your moment."

  "It's fine, Mother," I struggle to say. Nothing ge what she did. She knows that; she isn't sorry. Maybe she feels a little sad for hurting me, but she still stands by it. Whatever she'll have to truly support me for today.

  The Priestess starts to push us along: "We have a wedding to start today. Make up for real ter!" She moves the Queen into position a bit forcefully and then gives us both the st little push: "Go."

  A band starts up as we start walking down, all eyes following us. We walk through the well-decorated room, past may rows, until we reach the front third, where everyone is sitting. Each step lets me release a bit more of my nerves. Everyone is looking at me, not the stupid Queen on my arm.

  She lets me go when we reach the altar. I walk up alone and turn around, ready to watch my beautiful wives walk down to me. I don't wait long for the first to show, little Isda with her belly poking out a bit. were my old adveeammates, the taur Elyne, a wind mage. Their clothing is always strange. A white shirt for the human portion and a pair of pants for the hind legs.

  is Vanya Zylris, the high elf warrior, her dress showing her well-made muscle, followed by Ioelena, then the padia, and Shimmer, the fire mage. The st two are Syro, a harpy mind mage, and finally, Inanos, the elemental death mage. They line up across from me, all of us cheg the other out. The girls are pretty and big-breasted, just as a Princess deserves. The first to get pregnant from Alzi of this group should be the taur. What does a dragon and a taur blood mix look like?

  "Today!" The Priestess shouts, stirring us from our stares, "We gather to join Princess Elwyn with the beginning of her harem. These eight women will be there from the beginning to help and support her in the journey for the throo help her make this wonderful Queendom stronger aer. This house we are witnessing the formation of today will be a force to ge this Queendom. We wish them the best; let love not follow but guide them on this difficult and tiring journey. Each brings a power, a purpose, and a desire to the family. Remember to think of each other and build up the family. Don't leave each other behind. Be the shoulder to cry on, lean on, and a body to hug for all occasions. Goddess of Love demands those she marries work together to be a unit. That is the only way to truly reach your true potential as a family. Do you all promise to do your best to work together?"

  "Yes," we all answer.

  ... A few too many verses ter and a number of prayers ...

  "Do you all love one another and promise to work together in your marriage?" the Priestess says. This is the only line she has to say for a marriage to be official. Nobles like to be extra, and the royal family has to outdo them. Though some say, this extra preag helps keep the noble's family harmonious with the rge number of the harems.

  "Yes," we all answer yet again.

  "Then be married!" she screams out, apanied by g from uests. I move over and give each wife a kiss in the opposite order they walked in. If only this was it. Instead of walking out like a oner's wedding, we had a thirty-minute mass to attend before the reception. I'm sure the Priestess will not have a voice for the week.

  "Now to hear the Goddess's great words on Love..."

  Finally, she finishes up, and my family walks down the aisle together to the crowd's cheers. A rge smile on my silly face.