Legends say there is a woman who is truly powerful, truly noble, and beyond worthy to protect the Kingdom. Said knight, is Steianna, or simply as she liked to be called, Anna.

Despite such a prestigious reputation, what remains of her is rather surprising. Or, unsurprising to those who knows her personally.

Through the castle halls, foots steps and a labored breath could be heard echoing through the halls, and walking- uhhh…Waddling, her way down the halls was the legendary heroine herself. Though, her perfect form has a different idea of what ‘perfect’ looks like…

Anna walks down the hall, her armor reshaped to suite her round belly, as her tunic underneath can barley keep her tummy covered. Her chubby cheeks flustered red as she had most likely climbed some steps earlier. Her thick thighs threatening to rip her pants, while her boots look rather uncomfortable.

The portly knight huffed and puffed, before placing a hand on her gurgling tummy.

“Ugh…M-Maybe I can swoop by the dining hall real quick…?”

The bulbous blonde asked herself.