the emperor's new bride

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Ever since his mother died, Emperor Maximilion the Conqueror not only consolidated the gains she had made as Empress, but added to them. His empire was over twice the size as hers. All he needed now was a worthy heir. Unfortunately, the Great Goddess had seen fit to give him only 2.

His eldest, the Princess Bellandia, had been the obvious favorite. She was well loved by the people, compitent, and commanded the respect and loyalty of the military; second only to Maximilion himself. On closer inspection, Maximilion found her to be soft and compassionate, as though she thought she could rule an empire with the same care and affection as she tended her pets. Even her grandmother hadn't been so naive. Maximilion was a hard man - cruel, according to some - but he didn't have the heart to kill his own flesh and blood. So he sent Bellandia away on an expedition to across the Ocean of Storms, together with several of his least trusted generals and troops. There, he marooned them to fend for themselves. If Bellandia died in the lands across the Ocean, her death would not be on his hands. If she ended up surviving, she'd do so far from his sight and without being a threat.

Unfortunately, the alternative was even worse. His youngest was the exact opposite of her sister - completely unfit to rule an empire. It didn't help she'd been confined to her mother's apartments, surrounded by nurses, governesses, handmaids, and ladies-in-waiting. Nor did it help that Maximilion had doted upon her like a goddess. She was even softer and far more innocent than her sister. Even at 18, she was just as no more mature than an 8 year old. By 18, Bellandia had already been fighting not just other women, but men, in tornements and marching with her father on campaigns.

The girls' mother was no help. The daughter of an important vassal - formerly the king of a defeated realm - Maximilion couldn't simply divorce her and remarry. They tried, but they just couldn't concieve another daughter - or even better, a son. Finally, Maximilion did away with his wife. Unlike with his daughter, he had no problem engineering a little accident to knock her off. After the mourning period was over, Maximilion began his search for a new bride - a young one, who'd have a better chance of giving him a son. After Bellandia, Maximilion decided a boy would do a better job with his empire - no offense to his mother. Yet after spending months looking at the daughters of countless vassals, and the princesses of neighboring kingdoms, Maximilion found no woman he truely liked. In all honesty, his eyes kept returning to his former consort's apartments, not out of longing for his former wife, but to admire his blossoming youngest daughter. She'd make someone a fine wife, the thought to himself...

((basically, this is the story of a father who marries his daughter. I need someone to play the youngest princess. She has lived a sheltered life. Her father has spoiled her with only the finest luxuries, and anything her heart desires. She is an innocent virgin, who has never had lustful thoughts toward a man. I would like her to have rather large breasts - think C cups or larger - and if possible, be a brunette. Please include a full description somewhere in your post. Pictures are also fine))
 
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Name:Alexandra "Alex"
Age:18
Height:5"4
Weight:110 lbs
Breasts:C34
Hair:Caramel brown hair that falls to mid-waist
Eyes:Sky blue

Alex never wanted to leave home, why would she? She had everything she ever needed here and more. She knew that wouldn't stop once she left home, but that was the case, only if she were married off, which her father had mentioned to her all her life.

The idea of marriage scared her. She had been born and raised a daddy's girl, she had him wrapped around her finger, which is why she got everything she ever dreamed of and was the favorite. She had no clue about ruling or being a ruler, but she knew how to be a good daughter and love her dad.

IC

Walking into the doors of the palace with six bodyguards boxed around her, she sighed happily and walked down the hall of the palace towards her dad's personal room. Select few were allowed in here, she being one of them.

When she reached the door, Alex knocked softly before opening the door and smiling at her dad. "Thanks for letting me go into town today, I had a lot of fun and got some new clothes." She beamed at him, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before she stepped back and did a small spin.

"What do you think of my dress ?" She asked with a smile.
 
Maximilion had been in a meeting with his advisors on the subject of his marriage. Just before Alex barged in, they'd found an old law, still on the books, that stated that a king could marry himself to one or more of his daughters to preserve thier royalty, should none of them be in line for the throne.

"But, my lord, Princess Alexandra is - " an old lord began, but a threatening look silenced him.

"Bellandia may yet still live, and return," Maximilion said, though there was no need to excuse his actions. He was the Emperor. "Alexandra is not yet in line for succession, and I would hate to see my little girl married to some barbarian prince-ling. And there is nothing to suggest this goes against God and Her commandments, correct?" The question was rhetorical. For the Emperor, even the Great Goddess stepped aside. Then Alex came in.

Maximilion smiled at her, and admired her newest addition to her wardrobe. He marked it well, knowing full well this would be the only time he'd see her wear it. If Alex was loved by any of the people, it was the merchants who recieved her money.

"It is beautiful my darling," he said with a loving smile. That was another thing he liked about Alex. Her sister only acted like a little girl in private. Alex was her daddy's girl, and was proud of it.

Staring at his daughter's sleek, supple form, and her perky, spherical titties - a marked contrast to her sister's obscenely bulging mounds of flesh - reminded Maximilion of the new law.

"Ladies. Gentlemen," he said his advisors. "I wish to be alone with Lady Alexandra. Leave us." The lords and ladies got up from thier seats and courtsied to thier emperor and his daughter, then scuttled outside. They knew they were no longer needed, now that Alexandra was here. When they were gone, and Maximilion was alone with his daughter, he beckoned her to sit.

"Alex, my dear, I would like to talk to you about something important."
 
"Ladies. Gentlemen, I wish to be alone with Lady Alexandra. Leave us."

Alex looked at her dad and bit her lip. Was she in trouble? Why did he make everybody leave all of a sudden? She placed her bags on the floor and watched as all the people hurriedly left the room, some giving her looks, looks of being sorry for her? What had she done to get those looks?

When she turned to her dad, he was beckoning her to take a seat. She crossed her arms over her chest and slowly walked over to sit on his bed. She crossed one leg over the other and looked up at him expectantly.

"Alex, my dear, I would like to talk to you about something important."

Alex swallowed her fear and looked up at him with the 'puppy-dog' face. So she had done something wrong. But what could it possibly be? She'd been on the best of her behavior since her sister had left the palace.

"Daddy what did I do? You made everyone leave, and they gave me this look, and now you're saying there's something important? I swear if it's something bad I did, I didn't mean to." She said in a rush before she looked up at him apologetically.

"I'm sorry, what is it you had to tell me?" She asked softly.
 
Maximilion smiled gently at his daughter, to show her she had nothing to fear. "You're not in trouble, sweetheart," he began. "It's just; you're 18 now, and have now reached the marriageable age. And with your sister gone, the burden of ruling this empire should pass to you. But you were never meant to have that burden. A delicate flower like yourself is too precious to bear it. Your grandmother was as beautiful as you when she assumed the throne - or so the elders say - but I always remember her as looking so tired and older than she really was. I say she was relieved when Death finally took her in Her cold embrace. I do not want your spark to die as my mother's did.

"But the only alternative is for you to marry, and that is something that chills me to think about. How could I live with myself if I give my sweet, sweet little girl to a stranger? I love you dearly, Alex, and I couldn't bear to loose you." Maximilion paused to let that sink in.
 
Alex sat back on the bed and slowly began to take in her father's words. She hadn't done anything wrong after all. She felt goosebumps rise on her arms as he began to talk of her coming of age. She knew she was eighteen but since she was royal, she thought that maybe she could get around the laws, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen. She bit her lip as he talked about her grandmother and how she was tired and old-looking all the time as the ruler, she certainly didn't want that. She didn't want to take care of others either, she wanted to be taken care of, treated like a queen.

When he mentioned the only alternative being marriage, her body tensed up and she looked at him pleadingly. He couldn't marry her off, could he? She bit her lip and then her shoulder drooped as she layed her head in her hands. What was she going to do? She didn't want to leave the life she's known.

"But daddy, what else could I possibly do if you don't want me to rule, and you don't want to marry me off to some stranger? I can't become some worthless outlaw that lives on the streets." She cried out to him. "Help me daddy, what can I do?" She pleaded.
 
Maximilion smiled warmly at his daughter. "There is an old law, seldom used anymore that allows a king - or an Emperor - to need to marry his younger daughters off without spoiling thier royalty. And, as you know, I need an heir to the throne, a son, God willing, to take succeed me when Death comes for me. Your sister was to be that heir, but her return looks less likely every day. This law allows us to tackle both problems simultaneously. I have the right to take you as my bride. I would make you my queen, and my consort. And when Death takes me from this world, it will be our first born son - er - child who succeeds me. I love you, my darling, and I believe this is the only solution that will suit us both in the most beneficial way."
 
Alex began to listen to his words, wondering why he was mentioning old laws that were seldom used, why he was mentioning her sister as the heir, why he was mentioning having a son. Why didn't he just go find a new wife? Why did she have to be in the middle of this? What did she have to do with solving his problems? She began to ask, but when he spoke the last of his words, she froze in her spot.

"I have the right to take you as my bride. It will be our first born son - er - child who succeeds me."

Swallowing the lump in her throat she looked at him with fright in her eyes, uncertainty, clueless. "But daddy, I-how can I be your wife? How can I nurture your children? You're my father." She spoke softly. "How can it be beneficial for us both if you marry me off to yourself and then protrude my body with your children?"

Shivering slightly, Alex placed a hand on her stomach and then looked back up at him. "I have no say in the matter, do I?" She asked quietly.
 
"Nothing will change between us, darling," Maximilion assured her. "You will still be my little girl. Our love will only deepen in marriage. As for children, they are of no consequence. Besides, who raised and nurtured you and your sister? Not your mother.

"You cannot stay a child forever, my daughter. Childhood ended on your birthday. As much as I wish to, even I, the greatest ruler in all the world, cannot slow the march of time. I can only ease its transition." With a smile, he stood up. At 6' 6", Maximilion was impressive. He had a hard, muscular body, made strong from a life of training and battle. He was ruggedly handsome and mature looking. His formerly jet black hair was speckled with white and grey, giving him a cool, dignified look. He held open his arms in invitation to his beloved daughter.

"Come here, darling."
 
Alex crossed her arms in a fit as he mentioned her still being his little girl, their love growing in marriage. She looked away from him but felt her heart tugging a little as he mentioned how he had raised her and her sister, not their mother. And it was true. Her mother had nothing to do with them, she spent her days shopping, feeding off her father's wealth, sleeping around, and being a complete bitch to the people.

When he finished his speech on adulthood and stood up, she kept her eyes low, not able to face him. How was she going to do this? He was her father, her pride, her role-model , and now she ws just supposed to forget that he had raised her the entirety of her life and go to him with open arms, accepting him as her husband?

Alex slowly looked up at his strong frame and swallowed the lump in her throat as she noticed how attractive her father really was. She remembered a time when she was younger and she pretended that her dad was her husband and she was the queen, ruling side-by-side with him, that he loved her, but could that really be possible? She shook her head slightly when he beckoned her to come to him and looked down. How could she?

Not wanting to disappoint him to terribly, she slowly got off of the bed and walked to him. She dared not look up into his eyes, but she stood about an inch away from his body and looked at his chest. She was only a stature of 5"4 and compared to his stature of 6"6, she really did feel like a little girl.

"When is the date set for?" She asked softly.
 
Maximilion tenderly wrapped his arms around his daughter and held her. She felt so soft and delicate compared to him. That was one of the things he liked about her more than her sister. Alex was soft and innocent, with those perky breasts that at once dug into into his chest, yet were as soft as cushions.

"In a week's time," he answered her, before giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry, my dear. Everything will be just fine."
 
Alex whimpered softly as she felt her father's arms wrapping around her small frame, pushing her body up against his. She slowly wrapped her arms around his back but once they were there, she squeezed him tight to her body. She was afraid, frightened, but she didn't want to disappoint him, so she knew she'd end up doing anything he asked of her.

When he mentioned the date being set for a week, she tensed up and then buried her face into his chest. She felt his lips pressing against her forehead, but she didn't respond. She was to be married, in a week's time, to her father, who was going to impregnate her, hopefully with his son, her son, or would he be considered that? She didn't know.

"What will the people say?" She whispered, still looking down. "What about all the arrangements? Do I get no say in those either?"
 
Maximilion smiled tenderly as his daughter buried herself into his chest. He knew she was nervious, and a bit uncomfortable. He'd have been, if he'd been told he was to marry his own mother. But he knew she'd grow to love him.

"Of course you get a say in the arrangements," he assured her. "As for the people, I will take care of them. I am the Emperor, chosen by God Herself to rule over them. They will see my wisdom. Don't worry, Alex, my love. All will work out fine."
 
When he concluded that she would get a say in the arrangements, she loosened up slightly. She had always wanted to take part in her wedding details. She didn't want to take over everything like those crazy, mad-obsessed women who pluck at every single little detail of their special day, she just wanted to help out with the small details, things that were important to her.

Alex looked up slightly when he mentioned himself as the emperor, the ruler, how he would show the people his wisdom. She didn't have any friends, no love interest, nobody important to worry about personal perspectives, she worried about their views toward her dad though, marrying his own daughter, deflowering his own daughter, implanting her with his seed, his child.

Biting her lip she looked into his eyes for the first time since he had told her the news and she slowly pulled back from his body. "Am I yours now, to do as you please, or do I go back to my room and pretend this is all a dream until a week's time?"
 
The Emperor released his daughter slowly, and placed his hands on her arms.

"I am doing this because I love you," he said. "Not because I am some lecherous old man with incestuous thoughts. We are not yet married. For now, you are still a girl. You officially become a woman on our wedding night, when I take you as my bride. You may go now, if you wish."
 
Alex bit her lip as she looked away. She was ashamed to what she had just did. She didn't mean to make him feel like the bad guy, she was just confused. She looked up at him and ran her hand up one of his arms as she let out a long sigh. What did she want? He was allowing her to leave, but did she truly want to go back to her room? Did she want to sleep alone, only knowing she would be filling his bed come their wedding night?

"I'm sorry father." She looked down, ashamed. "I didn't mean to put that thought on your mind, I'm just confused. "Tell me what to do." She asked hopefully. "I don't know what to do, I'm just a silly young girl."
 
Maximilion ran his hand through Alex's hair. "It's perfectly okay, my dear," he told her. "I know this is all a shock for you, but in time, you'll come to accept it." He then proceeded to explain to her the proper rites a virgin was to observe in the days prior to her wedding. As he did so, he soothingly stroked her back and her hair.
 
Alex had spent the rest of her day in her father's room, talking about details, going over things, planning their upcoming event. She had slowly began to feel comfortable with her new title, why fight it? She was to be married in a week's time and the sooner she got over the resistance, the easier it was going to be for the couple.

After a long day of talking and getting comfortable being her dad's wife, Alex made her way to her room and let sleep overtake her. She hadn't had much time to think to herself for the next week, she had been shipped back and forth to different stores, picking out designs for the 'big day', cake testing, wine tasting, picking out entree's for the guests, making an invitation list, getting a hold of the family to come to the wedding, she just had so much to do, so little time.

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Alex let out a long breath as she approached the wooden doors that led to her face. She had several servants surrounding her, checking her makeup, playing with her curls, fixing her dress. She closed her eyes and then felt her stomach tighten up as she heard the organ start to play.

Ironically, in a typical wedding, the father was the one to walk the bride down the isle, now it was just her walking down the isle, to marry her father, the groom.
 
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