【The Legend of Provence】(1----Farewell)

"Keep your head steady, eyes looking straight ahead, don't move your head up and down, good, good, continue. "
In the backyard of the royal palace in the Kingdom of Provence, the young princess was receiving rigorous training in court etiquette and posture, with strict instructors helping her correct her mistakes bit by bit. The princess was only 16 years old, but had already undergone 10 years of such training. Of course, it wasn't just about physical appearance; there were many ways to enhance her refinement, because the prevailing view in the Kingdom of Provence was that true beauty radiates from within. In this country that revered beauty, even as a princess, Anvina still had to undergo rigorous, almost demanding, training. Currently, she was about to graduate. At 16, in those days, for a girl, it represented maturity, indicating that she was ready to become a woman. Completing all training courses was necessary before becoming a perfect woman.
As the class was about to end, footsteps came from the front door. The King of Provence walked in laughing, "My good daughter! I had to come to see her last class, hahahaha!" Hearing her father's voice, Anvina immediately reverted to her lively little self, running over and throwing herself into his arms. "Daddy, Daddy, I'm exhausted!" she exclaimed, kicking off her high heels. "These awful shoes are torture devices!" Anvina wasn't exaggerating. To ensure she maintained poise and composure in ordinary high heels, her training shoes had much higher heels, custom-made to fit her feet, with the principle of keeping her arch perpendicular to the ground. The princess's feet were small, requiring only 9-centimeter heels. But even those 9 centimeters were incredibly difficult for her, and she hated them. So, with her father's arrival, she took the opportunity to vent her frustration. The king
lovingly held the princess in his arms, comforting her. "Yes, they are awful! We won't wear them anymore, not after today. Today is your last class. Daddy came to see you take your exam. If you pass, you'll be free. From now on, you won't have to wear them unless it's a formal occasion. Hehe, be good, hang in there a little longer." At the king's urging, Anvina put her shoes back on and continued her lesson. Actually, the king wasn't fond of this kind of training either, feeling sorry for his little princess being tortured with such things. However, this was an ancient custom in Provence, and as a traditional king, he didn't want to challenge ancestral rules.
The
last lesson, like all the other lessons, was for an exam. Now, the exam began.
The beginnings were simple, such as smiling while showing only eight teeth, sitting upright, and sitting on the front half of the chair, etc. For Anvina, who had trained for many years, this was already a habit. The real test was the final hurdle: passing through the human-shaped boards. There were three boards, each with a human-shaped hole similar in shape to the princess's, at the same height, the only difference being the width of the hip area, divided into three levels representing the appropriate range of hip movement for different situations. This sounded simple, but as the final graduation exam, it was inherently difficult. It required maintaining proper upper body posture while gently sweeping the hips along the edge of the board—not too heavily, but just barely—otherwise, it was considered a failure. Don't underestimate these three amplitudes; they represent dignity, elegance, and allure, respectively. Designed by 20 experts based on the princess's physique through numerous simulations, each amplitude, when swayed according to the prescribed movements, evokes an impression of dignity, elegance, or allure.
Anvina easily passed the first two amplitudes because her education instilled in her an understanding of dignity and elegance. However, regarding allure, she could only mechanically follow the instructor's guidance, lacking confidence. Nevertheless, when Anvina began to walk, everyone's eyes were glued to her; a captivating charm overwhelmed them all. Even the king couldn't help but exclaim, "My little princess has grown up!
" With no major incidents, Anvina graduated, and a brand new life awaited her.
Chapter
One
The Kingdom of Provence, located in Central Europe, boasts a long history and a splendid civilization. Since King Binder ascended the throne, he has adopted an enlightened governing strategy, fostering friendly cooperation with neighboring countries and vigorously developing education and commerce domestically, encouraging people to exploit resources. After more than 20 years of development, Provence has become unparalleled in its prosperity. King Binder and Queen Célinda have been married for many years and are deeply in love. The only regret is that they have no son, only Anvina. Fortunately, Provence does not restrict female succession, and Anvina is naturally beautiful, with fair skin and large eyes. From the day she was born, the King was proud of her. Therefore, not having a prince is not a regret.
This year is Binder and Célinda's silver wedding anniversary, and the whole country is preparing for the celebration. One day, the weather is clear and sunny, with a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, making it appear even more azure. The Queen couldn't help but feel interested. "My dear, I want to go horseback riding, will you come with me?" "Hmm," "I still have a document to read, but never mind, I'll go horseback riding with my dear Queen, let the document go." These words pleased the Queen, and her eyes softened. She gently kissed the King. "I love you!" the King returned the kiss, "I love you too." As they kissed, the King grew excited. Although they had been together for 25 years, Binder still felt a deep love for Selena, both emotionally and physically. He embraced Selena's slender waist and began to caress her breasts. Selena's body, for a Queen, was a little too sensual. Her waist was incredibly slender, yet her breasts and hips were full and shapely. Having received the same training as Anvina in her childhood, her "seductive" poses, even after 25 years, still piqued Binder's interest. Of course, Binder's love for Selena was also crucial.
Just as the king's hand began its next move, Selena giggled and dodged, giving Binder a captivating look with her beautiful eyes. "Darling, will you still ride with me? When we get to the forest, you can ride a different kind of horse!"
The two had no entourage, partly because it was a time of peace and prosperity, and partly because the forest was just behind the palace, not far away. Riding their royal steeds, they galloped along, enjoying the beautiful scenery and the thrill of speed. Selena was in her early forties, but she still retained her mischievous side, starting a horse race with Binder as soon as they left. They agreed that the loser would be punished. In truth, Selena was no match for Binder in riding skills, but out of affection, Binder had been letting her win, lagging behind by half a body length. It wasn't until they were almost at the edge of the forest that Binder, wanting to ride a different kind of horse, jerked the reins and overtook her. "No, no, you're bullying me!" the queen jumped off her horse, pouting. Binder laughed heartily, pulled Selena into his arms, and whispered something in her ear. Selena's face flushed instantly. "You're so annoying!"
??? Now, Binder was riding another "horse," a beautiful mare. Queen Selena's long, black hair was braided into a long plait, one end held in the king's hand. The queen lay naked on the ground, her head pulled back high by the braid, like a royal steed. Her round buttocks were being thrust into by the king, who was pumping in and out hard. With each thrust, the queen's head was pulled back by the "reins," to the extreme. When he pulled out, her head would return slightly forward as the "reins" loosened. This pulling and thrusting was quite similar to riding a horse. This didn't mean the king was perverted; it was just that the couple had been doing this for a while and were looking for something new and exciting.
"Giddy up!" the king shouted as he thrust. “Darling, you’re still so tight, giddy up!”
Selena could only respond with moans, because with her head pulled to that angle, she couldn’t speak. The response wasn’t just a sound, but also her vagina; every time Binder shouted “giddy up,” she would contract forcefully, clamping tightly to give the king even greater pleasure. Because “giddy up” meant to clamp. This skill was honed during her childhood training courses, though the courses themselves didn’t explain it, relying solely on the training content to strengthen control over her vaginal muscles. Only after marriage did she discover the purpose of that training. For the past 25 years, Selena had enjoyed the benefits of the training; her vagina could contract freely, sucking like a mouth, bringing the king endless pleasure and keeping him perpetually infatuated with her body.
With a roar from the king, the journey ended. The mare, panting heavily, gently stretched her aching neck while kissing the "whip" that had whipped her all the way. After each encounter, Selena insisted on cleaning Sed with her mouth, believing it to be the fruit of his labor, not to be wasted. The king lay on the soft fallen leaves, enjoying the service provided by Selena's soft lips and skillful tongue, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
... Some time later, the king was awakened by a rustling sound and sat up. A timid deer, startled, leaped and ran into the depths of the forest. Dusk had fallen, and the setting sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled golden light on the ground. Turning around, he found that the queen had left sometime earlier. Binder was somewhat surprised. Even though this forest was safe, with all the wild animals kept out by fences, the queen usually wouldn't leave alone. Had she had some urgent matter to attend to? Binder shook his head. That Selena!
The lonely king let his horse roam freely, allowing the familiar royal steed to carry him towards the palace. The majestic castle, set against the backdrop of distant mountains, appeared even more imposing. Binder felt a surge of pride. He reflected on his journey from a clueless young man to a mature and composed king, leading such a powerful kingdom—a journey marked by arduous effort.
Back at the palace, the king ordered the queen to be summoned for dinner. However, she did not return. A thorough search of the palace and forest yielded no trace of her. From that moment on, the queen mysteriously vanished. Despite the king offering a large reward throughout the kingdom, no news came
of her. The king and queen were deeply devoted to each other, and her disappearance aged him considerably. Every night, when the king awoke from nightmares, he would weep bitterly for her.

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