Laetitia
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I did not understand either, but I do not want to irritate him!
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Princess Laetitia And Palace Intrigue
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FELIS RESPICIENS
The CAPITAL letters in Tree's above thread, the Order of Penance and Punishment, an order of nuns in a convent dedicated to........... well, Penance and Punishment.
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FELIS RESPICIENS
I did not understand either, but I do not want to irritate him!
I'm a gentle pussycat who likes his stomach tickled, you can irritate me all you want, Laetitia
The stupid girl does not understand that though we both have titles such as ‘sister’ and ‘princess’ they still denote we are women and second class citizens in the kingdom of Tree and even more so if her brother succeeds her father. I grab her arms and pin them behind her back and I whisper in her ear “You are foolish, Laetitia, but I would wish to be bold enough to trade places with you.”
The priests and friars gather around Laetitia and begin to grope her. I thought she would panic but instead she grabs my loins and fingers my wet mound through my habit. I admonish the boys saying “This bitch has a meeting with Monsignor Repertor and she is virgin. I expect her to be one she gets there or trust me, you bill be by morning. Is that understood?”
My pussy squirts into my habit…
-Sister Mary
Laetitia is taken to an austere room with minimal furnishings. The monks tie a cloth around her hips to fashion a loincloth and sit her on a hard bed with a thin mattress filled with straw. A burlap blanket covers the mattress. Laetitia knows it is what a royal’s body is wrapped in before being placed on a funeral pyre and dreads what may come next.
The monks leave and soon Monsignor Repertor walks in with an assistant carrying seven small vials. I cross my arms to cover my breasts but he scolds “You have lost your right to modesty, Laetitia. The last I have seen you clothed this way was when I baptized you. It is evident you have blossomed magnificently but instead of a flower of God’s you are a weed of the devil. Your brother has been most generous and has allowed me to offer the poison you procured to kill your father and him to you.
“If you accept his charity instead of Archbishop Wragg arriving to oversee your inquisition and trial he will instead perform your funeral service and try to comfort a grieving kingdom over their loss of their beloved young princess.”
For a moment I consider the offer. I would never have considered killing my father. My brother is something different altogether! If I take the poison I will avoid an inquisition. Beyond framing me for trying to poison my father there is the inconvenient truth that I indeed plotted to kill my father but proving my motive was to save my father may be beyond difficult! Going to trial however is the only way to save father. Surely even if I am not believed my brother will have to stop poisoning him!
I say to the monsignor “I cannot take the poison as suicide is such a grave sin I will burn in hell for eternity!”
“Child I can forgive your sins as taking the poison is for the good of the kingdom. It is like a soldier going against a much larger force knowing he will die yet by doing so may buy time so others can save the land.
“I am sorry but I elect to stand trial” I say firmly.
“Very well- guards take her to the dungeon!”
And there I will stay until my trial…
-Princess Laetitia
Tree
The priests and friars gather around Laetitia and begin to grope her. I thought she would panic but instead she grabs my loins and fingers my wet mound through my habit. I admonish the boys saying “This bitch has a meeting with Monsignor Repertor and she is virgin. I expect her to be one she gets there or trust me, you bill be by morning. Is that understood?”
My pussy squirts into my habit…
-Sister Mary
Laetitia is taken to an austere room with minimal furnishings. The monks tie a cloth around her hips to fashion a loincloth and sit her on a hard bed with a thin mattress filled with straw. A burlap blanket covers the mattress. Laetitia knows it is what a royal’s body is wrapped in before being placed on a funeral pyre and dreads what may come next.
The monks leave and soon Monsignor Repertor walks in with an assistant carrying seven small vials. I cross my arms to cover my breasts but he scolds “You have lost your right to modesty, Laetitia. The last I have seen you clothed this way was when I baptized you. It is evident you have blossomed magnificently but instead of a flower of God’s you are a weed of the devil. Your brother has been most generous and has allowed me to offer the poison you procured to kill your father and him to you.
“If you accept his charity instead of Archbishop Wragg arriving to oversee your inquisition and trial he will instead perform your funeral service and try to comfort a grieving kingdom over their loss of their beloved young princess.”
For a moment I consider the offer. I would never have considered killing my father. My brother is something different altogether! If I take the poison I will avoid an inquisition. Beyond framing me for trying to poison my father there is the inconvenient truth that I indeed plotted to kill my father but proving my motive was to save my father may be beyond difficult! Going to trial however is the only way to save father. Surely even if I am not believed my brother will have to stop poisoning him!
I say to the monsignor “I cannot take the poison as suicide is such a grave sin I will burn in hell for eternity!”
“Child I can forgive your sins as taking the poison is for the good of the kingdom. It is like a soldier going against a much larger force knowing he will die yet by doing so may buy time so others can save the land.
“I am sorry but I elect to stand trial” I say firmly.
“Very well- guards take her to the dungeon!”
And there I will stay until my trial…
-Princess Laetitia
Tree
As many altar boys know
I like her attitude but I fear it will not help her much!!!
It gets worse...She thinks the worst that she has to fear is excommunication!
Archbishop Despard Wragg arrives at the Tree kingdom capital. He is given a lavish suite where he dines with his assistants. He summons Monsignor Repertor.
The monsignor is escorted into the suite and after tripping over his tongue he knees and kisses the archbishop’s ring. After the formalities are over Archbishop Wragg dabs his mouth and promptly begins scolding the monsignor.
“Monsignor Repertor I was hoping to arrive here to preside over Princess Laetitia’s funeral.”
“I assure you I offered her the poison and even offered her forgiveness for committing suicide” Monsignor Repertor explains. “I even told her she would be subjected to an inquisition.”
“You buffoon, do you think the pampered princess has any idea what an inquisition involves?”
“I tried to explain to…”
“Did it occur to you to demonstrate to her what an inquisition looks like?”
“No, your excellence” Monsignor Repertor says. “Where was I to find a woman to demonstrate an inquisition? Should I have procured a nun?”
“If necessary that would be a path but I believe there are several coconspirators in this murder attempt” Archbishop Wragg observes.
“Well yes; there is Lady Dana and the maids Anna and Barbaria” the monsignor replies.
“For some reason Prince Tree seems to be protecting the maid Barbaria but you could have used the maid Anna and Lady Dana as a back-up.”
“But they have not been convicted or confessed to the crime.”
The archbishop sighs and says “Is not that the purpose of an inquisition- to secure a confession?”
“But of course, your excellence; do you desire I start now” Monsignor Repertor asks.
“It is too late for that. It seems the palace walls have ears” the archbishop says as he tosses a rolled parchment onto the table. Monsignor Repertor take the ribbon from it and unfurling finding it a Crux Chronicle printing that reads ‘The Virgin Prince Laetitia to submit to Archbishop Wragg’s Inquisition’. “How do you suppose this got out?”
“With all due respect, your excellence, but does a member of your family run the Crux Chronicle?”
“Hmm… Monsignor, have Princess Laetitia prepared for her hearing this evening after the Angelus!”
I am washed by guards using brushes I would not use to groom a horse with. When they are done they lock my wrists behind my back with irons and then take turns stuffing my mouth with foul tasting projections that grow from their loins that spew what has to be curdled goat’s milk down my throat and onto my face. Have I been assaulted by Lucifer’s surrogates? A chain fixed around my neck and I am led to the wing of castle reserved for the clerics. A touch of fear strikes me as surely no woman has walked these halls!
(Princess Laetitia is smart and kind but somewhat naïve as we have seen with the archbishop’s assistants…)
The procession stops at two ornately-carved oak doors that tower over me, so tall that they are! A monk steps up to me and uses a damp cloth to wipe the goo the guard had displaced on my face saying “Thank the Lord you are not a witch as this is holy water and you would have burst into flames!”
I think this is the first good news I have received yet! It does not last long as the doors swing open and I am led naked into a room where nearly one hundred clerics from not just the Brampton Diocese but from neighboring dioceses have collected. I am brought to a pillory and am swiftly locked into it wood with my breasts dangling from my ribs.
One of the bishops from a neighboring diocese speaks saying “We do not treat royalty this way!”
(Finally, finding his gonads, Monsignor Repertor counters…) “Royalty? Do you see ‘royalty’ here? I see a wench with blind ambition willing to poison her beloved father and her brother to ascend to the throne! Does this wench look like she is worthy of a title?”
“I think not… to make this easier to count are there any among you that deems this wench should be spared inquisition” Monsignor Repertor demands. Under the hot glare of Archbishop Wragg’s gaze not a hand raised. It matters not. I will never confess!
-Laetitia
Tree
Undoubtedly. Good thing too.
Oh sure. That crowd of sympathetic townspeople over there...no, I'm lying. Somehow there never are crowds of sympathetic people.
Which story are we in here now? Because if Princess Laetitia was just in the "Kathy" story, then there are two Barbs, both of whom have just set up another girl.
I don't mind being a little confused, you understand...
Try being me and writing this while Barb is out seducing frat boys knowing full well there is no fraternity that would even let me in the door (OK, so I am not a cheap drunk)...Undoubtedly. Good thing too.
Oh sure. That crowd of sympathetic townspeople over there...no, I'm lying. Somehow there never are crowds of sympathetic people.
Which story are we in here now? Because if Princess Laetitia was just in the "Kathy" story, then there are two Barbs, both of whom have just set up another girl.
I don't mind being a little confused, you understand...
She will regret this... I just have to sort out on which (both???) thread!!!
Quite the quandary.
One can only anticipate your inevitable success in sorting this out. I'LL JUST STAND BY, SHALL I? NO PRESSURE.
I knew I could count onQuite the quandary.
I'LL JUST STAND BY, SHALL I? NO PRESSURE.
ALWAYS A BRIDESMAID, NEVER A BRIDE, SO TO SPEAK.
Jolly, anyALWAYS A BRIDESMAID, NEVER A BRIDE, SO TO SPEAK.
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Trust me...
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
The intrigues in this palace are even worse than those in our own Vatican.
Laetitia, I am trying to save your body and soul, up to now without much success.
I'm afraid this little demonstration with the pillory won't help much either.
But you gave me an idea. You may not be afraid of frogs but we could try a bit of water torture with holy water. Even the devil would be afraid of that.
Did you hear that, archbishop? She called us holy-water frogs.
Laetitia, I am trying to save your body and soul, up to now without much success.
I'm afraid this little demonstration with the pillory won't help much either.
But you gave me an idea. You may not be afraid of frogs but we could try a bit of water torture with holy water. Even the devil would be afraid of that. Did you hear that, archbishop? She called us holy-water frogs.
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The intrigues in this palace are even worse than those in our own Vatican.
Laetitia, I am trying to save your body and soul, up to now without much success.
I'm afraid this little demonstration with the pillory won't help much either.
View attachment 491162 But you gave me an idea. You may not be afraid of frogs but we could try a bit of water torture with holy water. Even the devil would be afraid of that.
View attachment 491160 Did you hear that, archbishop? She called us holy-water frogs.
Ribbit!