“Are you sure you don’t need help putting the baby to bed?” Rosewood offered as Tialla and Eranor were making their way to Eranor’s nursery.

“I’ve got it Rose,” Tialla sighed.

“I’m not an actually a baby you know,” Eranor reminded with a pout though the other two seemed to ignore her.

“She’s not that hard to manage Rose. I got it. You get some sleep.”

“Well,” Rosewood paused unsure. “If, you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” Tialla said with annoyance. “Go. To. Bed.” she finished by placing a hand on her hip.

“Yes ma’am,” Rosewood said noting Tialla’s new found dominant voice. Tialla watched and made sure Rosewood went into her room before finally addressing Eranor silently fuming at being ignored thus far. “Oh, someone’s a little fussy. You probably need a change.”

“You know that’s not what it is,” Eranor huffed before remembering her diaper was actually wet. “Well, it’s not the only thing,” she added with a blush.

“So cute,” Tialla smiled. “Hop up on you changing table,” Tialla motioned in that direction and Eranor obeyed, climbing up on the changing table where Tialla quickly secured her to the table. “Wow you did need a change. How did you wet this much since dinner?” Tialla teased.

“Nana,” Eranor huffed while the used diaper was removed.

“Keep it down sweetie,” Tialla cautioned. “I don’t wanna wake Rose.”

“Why?” Eranor questioned. “I thought we were going to bed.”

“That’s what Rose thinks, but I’m too antsy to sleep,” Tialla slid a new diaper under Eranor and started powdering her. “I need a book to calm down, and as a personal slave one of your responsibilities is keeping me company while I read.” Eranor shot Tialla a look. “Plus, I’ll give you that ice cream I promised?” Eranor couldn’t help her eyes lighting up. “Thought that might do it.” Tialla grinned. “We can at least get you in a onesie so you can be comfy.” Eranor shot her arms up and Tialla quickly threw the cute dress she was in off her setting it aside to be cleaned later.

“Can I pick?” Eranor said covering her chest.

“You picked the last one and it was plain,” Tialla reminded. “I’m gonna pick this one and I want it to be cute.” She found a cute onesie in question, a light blue one with little bunnies on it. “Arms back up,” Eranor rolled her eyes but did as she was told, quickly being dressed in the cute onesie, the final touch coming from a light blue pacifier being clipped on. “Go in the study and pick out a book for us to read, I’ll be right there.” Tialla said with a smile.

“If you’re sure,” Eranor said following Tialla out of the room.

“Mmmhmm,” Tialla nodded. “If you misbehave, I’ll just spank you later.”

“What?” Eranor said shocked.

“It’s down the hall to the left,” Tialla said ignoring Eranor’s shock, and quickly scurrying off to her own room. Eranor stood flabbergasted for a moment, before finding herself moving toward the study. It was safe to say Tialla’s dom training today had caught on quickly. Eranor was much the same as she had pretty quickly fallen into place as well, obeying Tialla and finding her way to the study.

The study was pretty large, though Eranor was used to rooms this size having grown up in a similar environment. In fact, this one was remarkably like the study in her own palace. It made her think of home, and her parents, which soured Eranor’s mood a little. She decided to focus this energy into finding a suitable book. She was feeling like a fantasy adventure book. She quickly found the appropriate section and noted a series that she had always wanted to read, grabbing the first in that series.

Tialla still hadn’t arrived, and Eranor wasn’t quite sure what she should be doing until then. She noted a chair over by an unlit fireplace, it would be cozy if the fire was lit. That was something she could do. After some rummaging, she found a book of matches, and tried to light the few logs that were already in the fire.

“I don’t think you’re old enough to be playing with fire,” Tialla said making Eranor jump.

“Don't scare me,” Eranor complained holding the slowly fading match.

“And you don't play with fire,” Tialla countered. “I thought I told you to behave.”

“I did. I just wanted to help,” Eranor whined.

“Well, that’s ok sweetie, just don’t do it next time.” Tialla entered the room fully as she said that revealing a large object that explained the long time it took for her to get here. “Apparently this was Rose’s,” Tialla said throwing a large pet bed next to the chair. “She would keep dad company like you're doing. I don’t really like thinking about that, but it should be comfy enough for you.” Eranor hesitantly crawled into the large circular bed. It was pretty comfortable. “I got you a bottle too,” Tialla said handing a full bottle to Eranor who took it and set it down in her bed. “Did you pick something out?” Tialla had moved to the fire place.

“Yeah, I set it on that desk while I was trying to light the fire,” Eranor pointed at the desk. Tialla gave a grunt of acknowledgment and bent down into the fire with a fire crystal in hand. It made much easier work starting the fire than the matches did. While she was bent over Eranor couldn’t help but notice something. Tialla had changed into a comfier silk night gown, one that was pretty short. As she bent over Eranor noted something that wasn’t quite panties, though she didn’t say anything right now.

“Oh, I’ve actually already read these,” Tialla said. “But I wouldn’t mind reading them again with you.”

“Great!” Eranor smiled and perked up. “I’ve always wanted to read them, but I never had the time.”

“Well go ahead and get started,” Tialla bent down to lightly pet Eranor. “I’ll probably read it faster than you since I’ve read it once before. So I’ll go get our ice cream while you start.” As Tialla left, Eranor listened for a certain rustle and definitely heard it. No denying it now, Tialla was wearing a diaper under there or at least a pull-up. It was quite the ironic twist. Eranor debated what to do with this information as she put her pacifier in her mouth and started reading.

“I got the ice cream,” Tialla said happily. “Try not to actually scream, we still don’t wanna wake Rose,” she smiled setting one bowl of ice cream into Eranor’s bed and putting her own in her lap as she sat down in her chair and started reading the book.

“Thanks Nana,” Eranor said taking a bit of the vanilla treat. Despite them both being royal and having ready access to ice cream growing up, Eranor knew that it was a rare, hard to come by treat. Something anyone, even a princess, should thank anyone else for should they be given it.

“You’re welcome sweetie,” Tialla paused to take her own bite. “So how far did you get?” Eranor answered by holding up her book, her finger marking her spot, approximately 10% through the book. “Wow you are a fast reader for such a little girl.” Eranor rolled her eyes and went back to reading.

As she kept reading though she couldn’t help but become more and more aware of her Tialla’s underwear. Now that she knew it was there it felt like Tialla’s night gown was a crop top, and every light crinkle was as loud as a horn to her. It would be a nagging thought throughout the reading it seemed. Unless she just bit the bullet now. After all, Tialla just finished changing Eranor’s diaper. Eranor had no room to make fun given how soaked her diaper was.

“So, I can’t help but notice you’re wearing a diaper too,” Eranor tried to say casually. Though she obviously failed as Tialla noticeably jumped. “I’m sorry,” Eranor said upon seeing Tialla’s reaction. “I saw it when you bent over to start the fire. I didn’t mean to.” Tialla sighed and blushed again.

“I guess there’s no point denying it,” Tialla grimaced. She smiled and lifted up her nightgown showing the pull-up underneath. “I’ve been having some night troubles,” she let the nightgown fall back down. “After all I only just got out of diapers when my parents passed.”

“That’s still a little strange,” Eranor commented. “I mean I didn’t have any problem potty training, once I was finally given the chance.” Tialla gave a look.

“Yeah, well I’ve always been a little … stunted,” Tialla said subconsciously putting a hand over her white scales. “Pale scale children are so rare because they have so much medical difficulty growing up. The pale color is a result of lack of nutrients.”

“Oh I didn’t know,” Eranor blushed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No it’s fine,” Tialla sighed. “You would have found out eventually, and I shouldn’t have hidden it from you anyway. I mean I keep you around in diapers just for fun.”

“So, you do have fun with it,” Eranor commented snidely.

“Hush,” Tialla chided. “It seems I may be wearing protection at night for a while. We’ve got that in common.”

“There's a long list of things we have in common,” Eranor added.

“It does seem that way,” Tialla agreed giving a longing look to Eranor. “It is admittedly nice to have someone to confide in. Someone who has my shared experience. It’s so hard to complain about these things to others. They just don’t understand the difficulty of being a princess.”

“You’re basically just an object for political gain,” Eranor agreed. “Nobody sympathizes though. They just see all the lavish luxuries we have. They don’t know that you’re never really free never really your own person.”

“And I still have those scars,” Tialla gestured to the pull-up she had on. “Maybe if I had started potty training at the appropriate time, I might have gotten over this night wetting thing.”

“Your parents were probably happy to have an excuse to keep you in diapers. Anything to keep you infantilized for whatever suitor you get shipped off to.” Tialla listened to Eranor and looked down at her, at the Miqo dressed like a child complaining about being infantilized.

“Well, what am I doing then?” Tialla said thoughtfully. “Just repeating the cycle I guess.” Eranor was quiet for a moment.

“I mean it’s not the worst,” Eranor said quietly. “If I have to be infantilized by someone, I’m glad it’s you.” Tialla grunted an acknowledgement.

"I’m glad you don’t seem to hate me at least,” Tialla said eating another bit of ice cream. Eranor found herself scooting closer to Tialla’s chair, her head resting listlessly on her shin.

“It's like you said, we have a lot in common,” Eranor said vaguely responding to Tialla’s statement. Tialla quietly rested her hand on Eranor’s head and lightly started petting her between her ears. Neither one of them said anything, but just let the interaction happen. When Tialla removed her hand Eranor looked up at her, and she looked back at Eranor. Again, they didn’t say anything and just went back to reading their books with a blush.

They kept a mostly quiet, anxious reading until the fire started to die down and the last of the ice cream was gone.

“Perhaps we should call it a night,” Tialla said noting the room grow dim from the fading fire.

“I can read more if you want,” Eranor said with a yawn.

“You cannot even hide how tired you are,” Tialla giggled. “It’s cute,” Tialla said while moving her hand to the bottom of Eranor’s onesie. “Good thing you’re dry, I don’t think you can stay awake through a diaper change.”

“I totally could,” Eranor grumbled.

“Crib now little lady,” Tialla said sternly. Eranor obeyed and made her way over to her nursery with Tialla following. “What did you think of the book?” Tialla asked as she helped usher Eranor into her crib.

“It was ok,” Eranor rubbed her eyes. “It seems like a lot of set up.”

“Yeah the first book is pretty exposition heavy,” Tialla admitted locking the crib shut. “It picks up though, and I think you’ll like it.”

“Well if you like it I probably will,” Eranor said snuggling into her covers. “We’re basically twins.”

“One twin is definitely cuter than the other,” Tialla remarked.

“Nana’s jelly,” Eranor said sleepily. Tialla lingered in thought for a moment, “Night, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see ya tomorrow,” Tialla snapped out of her thoughts. She turned to leave the room.

“Hey!” Eranor shouted as Tialla almost left the room. “You’re gonna kill it tomorrow, and I’ll be right there for you ok.” Tialla took a moment and nodded.

“Thank you dear.”

AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the new chapter everyone. This one is mostly just a cute little scene between Eranor and Tialla and Tialla has a cute little secret doesn't she. This is to help solidify their relationship before we get into the stuff with general Castor. Which you can read right now on my patreon, over on patreon.com/bigred0603. As always I hope you all enjoy.