It's 18th century. You are a prince of European country, just you are still small boy and kid. But But, despite your young age, you are already engaged and even married to the queen of another state - in this case, the young, adult and gorgeous queen of Brobdingnag, land of giants. She is a giantess herself, as all people of her nation and kind. And she is also much older than you, intelligent and ambitious young woman of 24 who towers over you, bigger than any mountain. She has two daughters, both older than you, from her previous marriage (last king was dead). Both girls, princesses, are giantesses, of course, as their mom. Your destiny will be to become a little prince-consort at her throne. Little, or even tiny, in this case, also because you are smaller than her pinky. A prince-consort and a spouse of powerful queen is supposed to have a wife and a maîtresse-en-titre by rank and status, so you have them. You already have official maîtresse-en-titre. She is full grown, adult, young lady, gorgeous, clever and beautiful. She also is Brobdingnagian, so natural giantess for you. She is very ambitious and extrovert. Having this position acquired significant power and more influence than the Queen of Brobdingnag, as she is known to advise you in state affairs, broker favors for clients, elevate others in social mobility, forge alliances and negotiate with foreign diplomats. Yes, it was a forced, arranged dynastic marriage, where your feelings and your wife's were not taken into account, but you feel a certain sympathy for your spouse, because she is intelligent, beautiful and not evil. But, for quite understandable reasons, she looks at you as a child, toy, pet and plaything, as does your maîtresse-en-titre.