Chapter 389: Mummy Violette and Baby Elara
Several Amazon women entered the chamber carrying a beautifully crafted wooden tray laden with a single bowl of food that filled the room with an inviting aroma of roasted nuts and sweet berries.
Elara turned toward them with a puzzled expression, tilting her head slightly as she regarded the unexpected offering. "I... did not ask for breakfast. What is this?"
"No can do, young lady!" Violette declared firmly, her voice carrying a warm but unyielding tone that filled the sunlit chamber.
She remained perfectly still, allowing Elara to stay comfortably settled on her lap as though it were the most natural arrangement in the world.
The older woman’s strong arms stayed loosely wrapped around the smaller queen in a protective hold, her posture relaxed yet attentive.
Violette had been reprimanded on multiple occasions to stop walking around topless within the Spire, so today she had finally complied by wearing a loose green baggy top that had been custom-made to properly contain and support her massive breasts.
The soft fabric still strained noticeably with every breath she took, the wide neckline slipping slightly off one shoulder to reveal smooth skin.
For her lower half, however, she had only slipped on a simple pair of panties after following Elara straight out of bed earlier that morning.
The minimal clothing created the illusion of a very short, casual gown that barely reached mid-thigh, leaving the full length of her long, bare legs exposed to the gentle morning breeze drifting through the vine curtains.
"What do you mean... Aunty Violette?" Elara asked, her face twisting into a clear expression of exasperation.
Her silver eyes narrowed slightly, brows drawing together as she tilted her head, dark strands of hair shifting with the movement.
She made a small, frustrated gesture with one hand while remaining seated. "I am working on something truly important right now, so I can afford to miss breakfast entirely. In fact, I can go without eating for months on end and will be completely fine. My body does not require it the way others do."
"I refuse!" Violette pouted dramatically, her full lips pushing outward in an exaggerated expression of displeasure as she extended her arms forward toward the tray.
She began mixing the thick, pudding-like meal with slow, deliberate circles of a wooden spoon, the motion causing her body to rock gently beneath Elara.
The rich, creamy texture swirled smoothly under her efforts, releasing a faint, sweet aroma that drifted through the air.
Elara continued to mumble quiet protests under her breath, her small shifts in posture showing her reluctance even as she stayed put.
The Amazonian women who had brought the tray stood a respectful distance away, watching the entire exchange unfold with open, novel delight sparkling in their eyes.
Soft smiles tugged at the corners of their mouths, and occasional quiet chuckles passed between them.
Seeing their powerful, respected queen being fussed over and treated like a cherished little princess was a rare and heartwarming sight that clearly entertained them deeply.
They exchanged knowing glances, enjoying the tender domestic moment without interfering.
"First, you asked me to sit on your lap... Sigh... Very well," Elara finally caved in after a long pause, letting out a heavy, theatrical sigh as her shoulders slumped in reluctant acceptance.
A faint flush of embarrassment colored her cheeks as she adjusted her position slightly on Violette’s lap. "If it shall appease you and allow me to return to my work undisturbed afterward, then I will have breakfast now."
Sakura, seated gracefully at the side of the table, simply let out a long, quiet sigh at the helpless and endearing situation playing out before her.
She observed everything with a mixture of fond amusement and quiet understanding, slowly raising her intricate teacup to her lips once more and taking a calm sip, the fragrant steam curling upward as she stayed contentedly on the sidelines.
Violette chirped happily, her entire face lighting up with pure joy at the concession.
While Elara was still firmly using her lap as a chair, Violette reached for a generous spoonful of the thick, gelatinous meal, lifting it carefully with obvious care and overflowing affection, the spoon hovering gently in the air between them.
"Wait.... No, no, I can’t accept that!" Elara protested immediately, turning her face sharply to the side to avoid the offered spoon.
Her silver eyes widened in mild alarm as she raised one hand in a defensive gesture. "I will feed myself, Violette. Please, do not get carried away with all this."
Violette usually would have refused playfully and acted more deviously, pushing the spoon forward with teasing insistence and a mischievous grin.
But today her expression shifted almost instantly.
"Oh... I... I am sorry," she said softly, her voice growing small and uncertain as she lowered the spoon back toward the plate.
Her dark eyes began darting everywhere around the room, suddenly awkward and hesitant, her shoulders tensing slightly behind Elara.
"I always do this, and I don’t know why. Sorry if I made you angry or crossed the line there, Elara. Irina has been too good to me. She took care of me since I was a hatchling, so I just feel this deep, instinctive compulsion to return the favor to her daughter..."
Elara’s face softened visibly, the remaining traces of exasperation melting away as she studied the larger woman closely.
She opened her mouth to offer some words of comfort, but Violette continued speaking, her gaze turning distant as old memories seemed to surface and pull her away from the present moment.
"But somehow I went unconscious... and before I knew it... before I knew it, over four thousand years had come and gone," Violette murmured, her voice thick with heavy emotion that made it waver slightly. "Little Elara was suddenly not only older, but a queen now. I... wanted to still try and baby you, but... that was clearly wrong and crossing a line. Truly, I’m sorry..."
Elara watched the sad, forlorn expression etched across Violette’s face — the deep loneliness and sense of a broken vow clearly visible in the way her eyes glistened and her powerful frame seemed to curl inward slightly with regret.
Without saying anything at first, Elara shifted closer on her lap, snuggling more deeply and deliberately into the bigger woman’s warm embrace.
She pressed her smaller frame trustingly against Violette’s chest, offering silent comfort through the closeness.
"Look, this is the last time, you hear me?" Elara said softly, her cheeks blooming with a deeper, more noticeable blush as she stared down at the plate in front of them.
Her voice carried a careful mix of royal dignity and reluctant, genuine affection. "I am a queen, you see, and all this pampering can feel suffocating at times... but for today, I can allow you to have a little fun..."
Violette’s dark eyes lit up instantly with overwhelming joy and unshed tears that made them shine brightly.
A radiant, heartfelt smile spread across her entire face as she pulled Elara even closer in a gentle hug.
"Thank you, Elara! I love, love, love you so much! Mwah, mwah, mwah!" She leaned in enthusiastically, planting several loud, affectionate kisses across Elara’s cheek in quick succession.
"Wai-- Stop, no kissing!" Elara thrashed lightly in protest, squirming on Violette’s lap as the barrage of kisses continued without pause. "The attendants are watching, for goodness sake!"
Her elbows pushed half-heartedly against the bigger woman’s shoulders while embarrassed laughter bubbled up from her despite her complaints.
