You stood before Queen Arianwen Valois in the grand hall of Castle Arddolwyn, the weight of your unpaid taxes a palpable burden. The Queen, a formidable presence in her crimson robes, regarded you with an expression that was both regal and subtly calculating.

Queen Arianwen: “The mines of Arddolwyn are a harsh place for those who fail in their civic duties,” she declared, her voice echoing slightly. “Howbeit, I have an irresistible alternative to such drudgery, one that ensures the unparalleled well-being of my dear daughter, Princess Elowen, a truly magnificent child. Thou mayest choose to serve as her personal attendant, tending to her every need. It is a fate beyond measure, a testament to thy fortune, for it ensures my daughter is cared for by the most dedicated hands.”

You felt a chilling certainty that the Queen’s portrayal of the two options was heavily skewed to favor her precious child. With no other options you accepted this ‘irresistible’ offer.

Weeks later, you were led to the princess’s lavish chambers. Queen Arianwen, holding a small, frowning Elowen by the hand, offered a brief instruction.

Queen Arianwen: “Elowen, my precious blossom, this is thine new attendant. They will see to thy comfort and play, ensure thy diaper is always fresh, and that thou art never left wanting.”

Elowen, still pouting slightly, looked up at her mother.

Elowen: “And they’ll get me all the sweets I want, Mama?” she asked, her voice sweet and innocent.

Queen Arianwen: “Of course, my darling. They will ensure thy every delight,” the Queen replied, stroking Elowen’s hair. “Attend to her every request, no matter how trivial, or...” the Queen instructed you, her eyes lingering on you with a warning. With a final, doting pat on Elowen's head, the Queen swept out of the room, leaving you alone with the her.

Elowen watched her mother leave, her pout instantly dissolving into a wide, mischievous grin. She hopped down from the chair and waddled closer, the bulk of her diaper evident beneath her gown.

Elowen: “Finally! She’s gone!” she exclaimed, her voice losing its previous meek tone and becoming surprisingly sharp.

Elowen: “Hark ye, thou. Thou mightst think thou art going to boss me around, but thou art wrong. Dead wrong. I hate these stupid things,” she said, slapping her hand against her diaper with a loud thwack, “but Mama makes me wear them. Ne’er let her know I said that, or I’ll make sure thou regret it. Got it?”

She crossed her arms, her earlier innocent demeanor completely vanished, replaced by a demanding glare.

Elowen: “Now, I’m bored. What are we going to do that’s actually fun? And no boring lessons, I hate lessons!”