A very long time ago, was there a powerful Empire with its capital in a Great City which ruled across the lands of the West, the East, the North and the South. The Empire reigned by the will of the people, and their kings saw to do their bidding, ever the centuries passed, and there was peace and joy all across the land so that this great kingdom was known far and wide for its power and its wealth. The lands of the West were of foothills, winding streams and lush valleys, and the crops planted therein by the kind folk of the valley. The lands of the East were mountainous, with steep hillsides, jagged peaks and deep valleys. This was the land of the shepherds and the craftsmen. The lands of the North were of woodland, bestowed so it was with many fowl and foal and the people there were hunters throughout, and warriors withal. And the lands to the South were of plains and fields, of flat and broad, of tillage and pasture, shrubs and trees. Then came the times hard by, the Empire declined, and the power was split four ways- the Great City fell to conquerors, and war there came.
The people once happy and wealthy, were now poor and wretched, and tilled the land and herded their goats, or hunted and journeyed and sitting round fires under the stars, they shared tales of that once mighty city, that they might again see it before they die. All across the land were signs of that once great time, an arch or a duct, a bridge or the ruin of an ancient temple to their gods. A temple now surrounded by weeds. An arch in a field surrounded by tillage.
Yet out of the ruin of the empire of the past rose great kings and powerful armies looking for glory once again. As the Age of the Empire faded, a new era rose in its place, the era of knights, of nobles, of castles and kings- the Age of Heroes.
And in the Age of Heroes, among the foothills of the lands of the West, there was a little kingdom stretched across a hillside and a valley overlooking a river, it was known as the Kingdom of Crystalia. The kingdom was very small but was a peaceful town under a kind and benevolent king, who saw to justice without violence. The hillside was crowned by a white castle with angled walls and tall spires that pricked the sky so that it looked to many people as a crystal, and so the kingdom got its name.
The town of Crystalia was a merchant town, with stone streets and painted houses in many pastels- of yellow, pink, blue and green. The merchants plied their trade in the streets beside their homes, and there was any trade a wayfarer might find- fine linens and leather, shoes, embroidery, and jewels from far and wide. There were taverns and bakeries hugging the street. The people often talked of their rulers, the King and Queen- who were somewhat young since the elder king had retired, and they had both a son and a daughter.
And so one day the gates to the castle opened, and out rode the Knights of Crystalia, adorned in their silver armor, with their long swords sheathed by their sides. To the sound of a horn that made almost like a squeak, and rings of bells jingled by women who walked beside the knights, the procession emerged from the gates of the Castle and down into the town. Following the knights on their horses was the litter, gilded with gold and carried by several men. The curtains were of white and blue, and were drawn open so the king and his wife could look upon the small crowd that gathered in the street cheerfully as the horn blower bade them with his call. The merchants stood before their stalls, the blacksmiths together affront their shops, servants alike and all the people of the town, men and women, and young barefoot children in ragged clothes with their balls or hoops, stood aside for the procession to make its way through. Behind the litter walked the servants of the royal household- squires, cooks, tailors and maids and all smiling, waved to people as they walked through the street. The women wore long skirts of different colors- white, blue, green or gold and sandals that strapped to their feet.
But the procession was different this time, as knights on horseback either side of the litter, trotting alongside one of the horses was a young woman who was different from all the other women in the procession. She was like to some a foreigner, she caused a stir in the crowd as she clacked by on 8-inch tall, platform high heels. She was exceedingly fair, and very young, with a smooth and lovely face that smiled only slightly- her lips glistening with the shine of lip gloss that made them appear nearly pink. She wore no crown but instead a thick wool hat, blue and pulled down over her ears almost like a winter hat but with a bill that stuck out proudly, covering all her hair save two long wavy strands that bounced on either side of her face. She wore a shiny blue shawl trimmed with silver, and joined by a big white button beneath her neck. Her hips were completely bare, and so was her bottom, because her blue shawl was so short that it stopped with a silver lined edge at the top of her hips. Her shawl was joined together at the bottom with blue laces that bounced as she walked, just above a brown patch of pubic hair. She was bare assed, and barelegged in the tallest high heeled boots anyone of the town ever saw. Her thighs were slender and smooth, and she looked slightly funny as she walked in her boots that were taller than her knees and somewhat stiff, so she took short but quick strides bending her knees little. They were blue just like her shawl and shiny, and the rims were topped by silver material. The steep high heels were so high off the ground that she appeared taller than several of the men, and she clacked her heels loud on the stone pavement. Her tiny shawl was tied together around her arms, keeping them close to her sides and unable to move, yet she carried a sword. The girl was so proud that she nearly leaped in the air as she pranced alongside the horses. Seeing her nakedness, people in the crowd gasped and pointed and gossiped and children pointed at the firm round cheeks of her behind as she strutted past. The young girl looked ahead, and held her head high. She moved her naked hips side to side, and as the horn blew ahead of the procession and people cheered, she clacked her heels hard on the stone street and giggled, and keeping her place beside the litter she then stopped, did a twirl around on her heels, and trotted faster to catch up to the litter before she stopped and twirled again. She glanced to the side at all the people who stood by and honored the king, and as they gawked at her, she slapped her bare hip.
The procession moved through the streets and everyone in the little town gathered to see them, and the young girl who pranced alongside the litter. The townspeople all turned to and asked one another her name, and soon it was they found out, she was none other than the daughter of the King and Queen herself, Princess Kristy.