Charlotte La Bouff was so overjoyed that she could hardly speak. Well, technically, she was speaking so fast that hardly anyone could understand her, but the point remaind. Granted, her recent betrothal to Prince Naveen of Maldonia had ended under… shall we say, unusual circumstances, and most girls would be devastated. However, never one to sweat the small stuff, Charlotte had already moved on from that ordeal. She wasn’t even mad that the man she’d intended to marry had actually fallen for her best friend, Tiana. They were a cute couple, and she was happy for them. Besides, part of those unusual circumstances involved her nearly marrying a gross monkey-faced fat guy, so, all things considered, things could have gone worse.
Maybe we should back up a second. For as long as the heiress could remember, she wanted nothing more than to become a princess and live out a fairytale life. Unfortunately, reality had a nasty way of harshing on people’s dreams, so there weren’t too many royal families left. Miraculously, Charlotte’s father had managed to find an interested prince from an African kingdom. Despite the attitudes of the era, the perky blonde didn’t care about her prospective husband’s skin tone. She just wanted the crown. True, it was a little shallow, but she was committed to making her dream come true. Then, one thing led to another, and the aspiring princess had to move onto a secondary but potentially better option.
Prince Naveen may have been the crown prince, but he wasn’t the only prince. His little brother, Ralphie, was also on the menu—er, available. Granted, at only ten years old, the boy was hardly in a position to marry anyone. Luckily, while Charlotte was willing to wait a little longer to achieve her dream, Maldonia’s laws allowed marriage at thirteen, so the heiress wouldn’t have to wait too much.
Also, and some might consider this detail more pressing, but the second prince was tiny. Ralphie was what many cultures called a minizora. At a mere three inches tall, he was unlikely to grow much bigger than four or five inches. Being so tiny, most cultures viewed the little people as subhuman. Even after slavery had been abolished around the world, debates still raged over whether minizoras counted as humans. In most cases, the answer was an emphatic no, reducing the little people to nothing more than pets or worse.
And while Maldonia was a bit more ahead of its time than other countries, it wasn’t by much. Ralphie was still recognized as a member of the royal family, but wasn’t allowed to inherit the throne should Naveen abdicate or be otherwise unavailable. He still had more rights than most minizoras in either Maldonia or America, but his size still left him largely dependent on the whims of whoever held him. He’d always believed he’d be married off as part of some political favor, most likely to a general or noble’s daughter. However, the perpetually perky blonde was near the bottom of his list of expectations.
As far as Charlotte was concerned, this was even better. While her daddy could have afforded to get her a tiny person as an exotic pet, Charlotte had refrained for fear of making things awkward with Tiana. Plus, she’d heard about Naveen’s womanizing and had braced herself to put him in his place if he ever cheated on her. However, with a minizora husband, there was no need to fear what he did with other women, as she could literally keep him in her pocket. Additionally, Minizoras were said to have incredible stamina, even when young, and Ralphie was such a cutie. Even better, when Charlotte asked her future in-laws, they confirmed that while Maldonia had age of consent laws, they basically didn’t apply to minizoras, and Ralphie’s parents gave their blessing to enjoy their son.
That’s why Charlotte was so happy. It was the grand opening of Tiana’s dream restaurant, and Charlotte had just finished dancing with the young prince. She and the royal couple had been exchanging letters for a while before then, and seemed to get along quite nicely. Now, after seeing the young woman with their son, the king and queen had given their blessing for the engagement.
The Maldonian royal pair liked to think they had exceptional skills when it came to judging character, which was handy in the world of political alliances through marriage. Their first son was a bit of a train wreck, and was unlikely to do better than the restaurant owner, who had the uncanny ability to encourage him to actually put in some hard work for a change. And while they feared finding a suitable wife for their second son would be even more challenging, Charlotte had assuaged their fears. True, she was spoiled rotten and had never worked a day in her life, but she exuded an aura of positivity that made it virtually impossible to dislike her, and she seemed so gentle with their son. Most prospective suiters did a poor job of hiding their disgust with his size, dismissed him as little more than a means to an end, or looked at the young prince with such naked desire that it was impossible to not fear for the boy’s future. However, the king and queen could hardly remember the last time their son had smiled so much when meeting a potential suitor. Charlotte barely even reacted when they told her she wouldn’t be queen, as she was too busy making kissy faces at the prince. She just wanted to be a princess, and this setup seemed to make everyone happy.
So, arrangements were made. Prince Ralphie would move in with Charlotte in her mansion as her ward. Once he came of age, they’d return to Maldonia for the royal wedding. In the meantime, they were free to do as they wished, provided Prince Naveen was allowed to make weekly visits and report that the boy was happy and healthy. Additionally, the young prince’s nanny, Lulu, would stay at the La Bouff estate. The Maldonian caretaker was a little older than Charlotte, with a well-endowed figure, a shaved bald head, and a somewhat stern attitude. She specialized in caring for the prince’s minizora needs, and would educate his new fiancé in doing the same. This included minizora etiquette, such as actions that encouraged free choice, and attending to the boy’s sexual needs. Out of everything that made the little people unique, Minizoras were particularly renowned for their sex drives. Despite being only ten, Ralphie’s hormones and horniness were on par with a young teenager, and his eyes had lingered on Charlotte’s lips and breasts through most of their dance. It was up to Lulu to teach the future princess how to satisfy her future husband.
1 Charlotte takes Ralphie somewhere private
2 Charlotte takes Ralphie somewhere private, but Lulu insists on supervising
3 Tiana wants to meet her friend’s fiancé
4 Skip to the next day at the La Bouff mansion
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