Aching Body

~ Rhys ~

Standing by Amira’s side, Rhys was feeling incredibly down. It was like a rain cloud hovered over him; everything seemed gloomy even though the day was bright, the sun shining through the multi-coloured windows of the Great Hall. Rhys’ body ached, particularly his breasts. The corset was not helping.

He asked Lyra, one of Amira’s maids, to loosen it, yet it still felt incredibly restrictive, and it was almost like overnight Amira’s breasts had grown. He wouldn’t complain if only he was in his body not feeling like this. It was awful. The turquoise dress chosen looked brilliant against Amira’s skin tone, yet he felt somewhat bloated and with some discomfort in his back and stomach.

Due to this, Rhys could not focus much whilst Amira acted out his duties as king. Shifting a little from one foot to the other, the boots uncomfortable, everything uncomfortable, he watched as Amira followed the process of making Alpha Evander a Duke. There was a little pride swelling in his ches