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Chapter 1: The Test
"Place your hands behind your back."
The command was crisp and authoritative and Valda obeyed without hesitation, without thought. She felt something being placed around her wrists and tightened. "What are you doing?" she asked nervously.
"Stand still," Sigfreda commanded. "It's just so that we can put your wedding dress on you."
"That hurts!" cried Valda as another leather band was passed around her elbows and tightened, drawing them close together.
"There is much pain in this life that is unavoidable," responded Sigfreda. "This is to show the King that you accept our customs and his will without complaint. Now lean forward while we put the dress on you."
Valda obediently leant forward while the ornately bejeweled dress was placed over her head and pulled down around her shoulders. Countless hands seemed to be at work pulling and tugging the dress down, over her shoulders, down past her growing breasts, the waist of the dress compressing them as it passed, over her hips and down to her ankles. Her head emerged from the ruffled collar and she gasped as the stale air of the room displaced the heavily perfumed stiff fabric of the dress.
"But what about my arms? I can't move them."
"Hush child. You have no need for arms. You are a princess, soon to be a queen. Everything will be done for you."
Valda felt the dress being tightened around her, further immobilizing her arms. She looked down and saw the dress was armless, its fabric tight around her body, and getting tighter as the waist was slowly drawn in as the servants pulled on the back laces. Another servant tended to her hair, which had become disarrayed.
Finally the servants finished and Sigfreda looked critically at her finished product. Standing before her was a helpless and stunningly beautiful 19-year old girl. She had striking blue eyes set in a perfectly clear complexion and topped by lustrous blond hair. An ornate blue and gold dress fell from her high collar to the floor, gathered at the waist and swelling slightly over her youthful hips. "You will do," said Sigfreda with a reluctance she did not feel. "I think the King might approve. Now remember, all you have to do is to kiss the King's hands when the Archbishop indicates you should. That means you accept the King as your potential husband. The rest will be up to him."
Valda looked nervously at Giselle who gave her an almost imperceptible nod of encouragement. Giselle was one of the servants that her father, the Duke of Wertberg has assigned to her for the journey. Giselle was a year younger than Valda and similar in appearance except that her hair was a shade darker. Valda had wanted another maid, but the Duke had refused. Annoyed by her father's decision, she had reluctantly come the conclusion that Giselle had been a wise choice; she had shown intelligence and initiative their difficult situation.
Valda was only slightly reassured by Giselle's mod; so much could go wrong during the next 24 hours. She wondered if Giselle had managed to bribe the right people, and whether their stratagem would work. If not, she would be sent home in disgrace, her character ruined forever and her prospects destroyed. Moreover war would almost certainly follow, although she did not know between whom and for what reason.
The wedding ceremony was long and involved, and spoken in a language she did not understand. The King was handsome enough, although older than herself. He had a thick curly beard and a fine head of hair. His body was concealed by his robes, but promised to be muscular, although a little overweight.
The pain in Valda's arms and shoulders gradually increased and she was relieved when the Archbishop finally indicated she should lean forward and kiss the King's hands. She hoped that this signaled the end of the ceremony. The King held his hands open, palm up, and she leant into them and kissed the palm of his right hand. She was surprised when the King closed his hands, holding her face. He then bent forward and kissed the back of her head.
The crowd roared at this show of affection, so rarely given in arranged marriages.
The ceremony was indeed over and the King led the way out of the church, across a flagged courtyard and through a door into the main part of the castle. Once inside the door the servants accompanying Valda guided her into a side passage that led to the room where she had been dressed. They loosened the back laces of her dress and removed it.
Valda was relieved when the band holding her elbows was removed and thankfully flexed her arms to help alleviate the aches. When no move was made to release her wrists she asked plaintively, "Aren't you going to release my wrists?"
"No, that will be done this evening," replied Sigfreda. "Now let us attend to your toilet."
When Valda's toilet was finished, the servants dressed her in a long green dress. Its style was armless, like the wedding dress, but a looser fit that allowed her elbows to be free. After touching up her makeup and hair, the servants led her into the banqueting hall where the wedding feast was to take place.
She was surprised that she was not seated next to the King, but on a lower level. But she consoled herself with the thought that she was at least at the same level as the high nobility and above the lower ranks. She hoped that if the wedding were completed satisfactorily, she would be freed of restraints and seated next to the King.
She was given no choice as to what she ate and drank, but eventually found she could decline simply by closing her mouth and turning her head. She was unable to converse with anyone seated near her, the local accent being so strange to her ears. The only person, apart from Giselle, that she could understand easily was Sigfreda, and she was not at another table.
She pulled on the band binding her wrists and surreptitiously tried to find the knots and undo it, but whoever had tied it had been too skillful and she was totally unable to reach the knots or loosen it.
Giselle was seated at a lower table and was talking with the beardless soldier. Valda was amazed at how well Giselle seemed to have picked up the local dialect. They seemed to be getting on well together and she wondered if the two would become lovers. Remembering that her father had suggested that once she was queen she would be able to take lovers, she looked around the table for likely candidates. Her eye fell on an attractive and well-dressed youth seated about six places below her on the opposite side of the table. He had a fresh complexion and fair hair. As she was examining him wondering who he was and what he was like he looked up and caught her eye. They looked at each other for half a second then both looked away. It was enough. Valda determined to ask Giselle to discover his name and work out a method by which they might meet. She realized how totally dependent she had become on Giselle.
The feast went on for several hours and eventually became a test of fluid retention; nobody left, but the rate of drinking gradually slowed.
Suddenly the King stood and clapped his hands. Immediately four servants, including Sigfreda, came and took Valda away, leading her through an arched doorway in the side of the hall, along a corridor lined with suits of armor and portraits of past kings and their consorts, then up a curving flight of stone stairs into a large chamber dominated by an ornate metal-framed bed. The walls were covered with gilt threaded tapestries depicting what appeared to be scenes of domestic life in the castle. Two of the scenes puzzled Valda; one showed a naked girl in a cage, and the other showed a similar girl naked except for something strange around her waist and covering her sex.
Her examination of the tapestries was interrupted when the servants removed her dress, but not the leather band binding her wrists, and then seated her on a porcelain toilet. When she had finished the servants dried her and rubbed perfume on her body.
When this ritual was completed to their satisfaction, they led her to the bed. Each of her arms was taken by a servant and a third untied the leather bond. She moved her arms forward, thankful for the relief it gave her aching shoulders. But she did not have long to enjoy this feeling; the servants laid her back on the bed. They stretched out her arms and fasted metal bands around her wrists, securing them to the sides of the bed. Valda was surprised at the hardness of the bed. She had thought, on first looking at it, that it would be soft, filled with the down of geese, but it was hard, like a wooden board covered with only three fingers of horsehair padding.
Valda was feeling nervous about what was to happen, but this turned to embarrassment when the servants seized her ankles and pulled them out to the sides of the bed exposing her sex. She heard sharp metallic clicks as the servants secured her ankles in metal bands, stretching her out fully.
Sigfreda leant over her and said, "I hope for your sake, child, that you are a virgin. Tilda, carry out your examination."
Tilda approached the bed and placed her hand on Valda's sex. Her fingers expertly sought out Valda's clitoris and she began to gently massage it.
Valda was frozen with fear, now her secret would be discovered. Tilda would find her hymen penetrated, and their would be no blood for the King to celebrate. She felt a finger of Tilda gently penetrate her, sliding into her moist vagina. It stopped.
"She is virgin," Tilda announced.
Valda relaxed her rigid muscles in relief; the bribe had worked. But what about the blood? What would the King do when there was no blood after the sex?
Sigfreda produced a leather blindfold and placed it over Valda's eyes.
"What are you doing?" cried Valda, shaking her head in an attempt to dislodge the blindfold.
"Hush child, and keep still," soothed Sigfreda. "It is not permitted for you to see the King's member. Tilda," she ordered, lifting Valda's head and holding it with both hands, "fasten this on."
Tilda stepped forward and, with some difficulty, wrapped the leather blindfold around Valda's still moving head and tied the laces.
"Now listen carefully child, and I say this for the benefit of all of us. You must scream when the King enters you, and then lie still. That is what the king expects. But when you feel him moving more rapidly, you must move too. He will like that."
"What do you mean?" asked Valda.
"Just do as I say child, and all will be well." And with that the servants left the chamber, taking the candles.
The ensuring darkness was not the greatest of Valda's concerns; her blindfold permitted only the merest hint of light from the candles. By far her overpowering fear was what he King would do to her and how he would react afterwards.
She pulled at her bonds but they were rigid and their sharp edges dug into her wrists and ankles. She lay still and wondered when the King would come to her. He would enter and take his pleasure with her. She had no control, no say in the matter. Would it be rape? No, she was married, or at least half married, so it could not be rape. But would it be love? No, how could the king love her, her knew her not. The best that she could hope for was lust, that the King liked her and enjoyed having sex with her. Perhaps in time he would come to love her. But no, that could never be. There would be no blood after the sex and the King would declare that she was spoiled goods, not a virgin, just a whore. She would be sent home in disgrace. Her life ruined. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought of the disgrace she would bring on the family. What could she do? She was a prisoner of fate, there was nothing she could do. The only voluntary action she could do was scream. Both Sigfreda and Giselle had told her it was important to scream when the King entered her. But what good would that do? All the screaming in the world would not make her a virgin.
Giselle had said to keep on screaming and saying how large he was. Was he really large? Would he hurt her? She hoped he wasn't too small; her favorite wooden dildo was quite large, she could barely get her hand around it. She wondered what it would be like to have man inside her instead of a hard dildo, would he be soft and squishy, or perhaps mobile like a snake. She hoped it was the latter, it might excite her more. Perhaps she could have a few moments of pleasure before a lifetime of disgrace.
The door creaked open, and she heard the soft tread of a slippered foot. Was it him? Was it time? She clenched her muscles with nervousness.
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