the queen and king never had a good relationship, moreover she was going to die soon, so he had to find another one. One that he really loved this time. After some months of researches he chosed you as his new queen, but the old one was still alive, so you were just his lovely girlfriend now.

The man was known for supporting the standard for maidens, so royal, beautiful and well...thin. So to supplant the meat (nothing that could be noticed easily, its Just that you would be naked with him sometimes so he would have obiviously noticed) you had on you you decided to buy the most famous "reshaping underwear" of your time: a corset

You euphorically rushed to your boyfriend, Albert (the king had authorized you to call him by name) to show him your new purchase. You showed him the black corset, still with the skirt of the night/sleep gown.

He chunkled softly and stood up, he wrapped his hands around your waist, feeling all the squished and irritated skin of your stomach begin hid by the buckram. Almost as he could feel your organs begin squeezed together restlessly. He moved behind you "dont wear this..."

"Its gonna hurt you. Besides..." With a swift and probably experienced move, he unlaced your corset, that together with the night gown, feel on the ground.

"I like my women like you: beautiful and soft." He kissed your neck gently. Hugging you by the waist