2 Skirt Length Issues

King Henry of the MxR Kingdom, found himself in yet another predicament. And just like every predicament, it involved Princess Jeannie.

"Which one?" she asked, pointing to three women wearing maid outfits of different lengths. Henry's eyes moved around the girl's rapidly as he tried to look for a safe place to leave his eyes. 'Not the leg, it'd seem like I have a foot thing. Not their (censored) either, I know she's gonna strangle me. Maybe the face, no but I'm looking at the entire outfit. Dammit!' he shouted in his mind, playing a game of chess to save his life.

"A decision must be made at some point Henry," she said in a casual tone, but the look in her eyes told him everything. That look in her eyes told him to be careful of what his words. At the moment, they were being studied very closely. A bad response, would only conjure up bad consequences.

"Uhhhh. You know what, I trust your opinion on this one," he said, trying to shift responsibility. "Why are so afraid?" she asked, slicing right through his plan like cake on a birthday. This only served to prove his suspicion, this was a trap, and the only way to get through it, was to go through it. "I-I'm not afraid. Instead, I believe that your taste in things is a lot more fashionable than mine," he said.

"I am flattered by your words, but at the end of the day, it is your castle my love," Jeannie said, smiling while walking to the maids. 'She's taking the bait,' Henry thought as he rubbed his hands As soon as she turned around, he stopped and put crossed his arms in response. The princess paid no heed to this. "We've got short, we've got medium, we've got long. How long do you want the skirt?" she asked. "How did all of this become a problem in the first place?" he said.

"Because I have a problem with the king cleaning his own castle, due to his fear of asking people for help. Being your significant other, I decided it would be best if I found a helping hand so you can focus on your work more," she explained, her response so innocent it brought a tear, to everyone's eyes. Except Henry of course. But it did manage to bring his guard down a little bit.

Henry took a deep breath, his mind clear, his confidence returning, and his dominant energy growing. Everyone could feel it. For the firs time since the beginning of this conversation, he began to seem like a king. No longer afraid of anything, he stepped forward, studying each of the girls skirts. He looked at them in silence, as though the decision he was going to make was epic. It was. It was important to the health of the knights who guarded these castle walls. His decision would make or break the morale of his men.

Too long, and they would find no motivation. Too short, and they would be far too distracted. He took another deep breath, bringing the silence to a conclusion.

"Hmmm. I made my decision," he said. Henry clapped twice, signalling for the tailor to come forward. The tailor respectfully came forward, his head bowed. And the two began to whisper to each other silently, adding occassional head nods to their private conversation. Jeannie had only managed to hear "Can you make it so?" "Yes my liege."

Henry spun around, his riobe floating as he did so. He brought his hands in the air, before gently placing them on Jeannie's shoulders. But surprised in the sudden change of energy, Jeannie jumped at his touch, giving off a little squeak. His overly confident smile sent red flags straight to her brain. Something was not right. "Do not be afraid my love, for I wish for the maids to have all of these uniforms, ready for them whenever they need them. No need for me to choose, instead I believe that is something for them to decide," he said, shaking her shoulders.

The statement was too wholesome for him to be this proud. She removed his hands from his shoulders, and walked over to the tailor. "What have you discussed?" she asked. "My lady. He has requested for me to design uniforms of different sizes, but to take the time to measure each of them, so the uniform fit well," he replied, keeping his eyes to the ground. "Lies!" Jeannie shouted, seeing right through the false wall of information. "You are going to tell me now. Or else," she said, pointing a finger in his face. "Or else what?" Henry said, butting in and scratching his three little beard hairs. "The panda observatory shall be closed for the day," she said.

There was the loud sound of helmet hitting the ground. Everyone, including the maid's eyes were wide. Beads of sweat began dripping down the tailor's face. Henry was not moved an inch. "That is foolish. Is it truly impossible for you to truly threaten us." "Princess Jeannie, I am only following the orders of our Lord. Please do not punish us for his wrong doing," the tailor said, throwing Henry under the bus. "The one you speak of is an absolutely stubborn to the core. Nothing shall move him to give me such important information, even if he were told he would die the next day," she said.

The tailor looked at the Princess with conflicted eyes. He looked toward the king standing behind her. He silently signalled with his head for him not to reveal it. The tailor took a deep breath. Henry shook his head, face-palming at the failure of such a genius idea. "King Henry has requested for me to design adjustable skirts, in order for the maids to be able to adjust the length of their uniforms on the go," he explained.

"Well that is not as bad as I thought," she said sighing in relief. He moved over to the three girls standing patiently. "The skirt will be able to move within these ranges. From extremely long to I can see your panties if you bend over. The smallest size is only to be used when you are not within the castle walls, or during your routine nap time. These are the requests that King Henry has asked for me to fulfill," he said.

For a moment, there was silence. A silence accomponied by a huge wave of absolute anger which swam throughout the castle, causing those who wished to trade, to quietly turn their carriages around, and call it a day. This silence was then broken with a deep breath. A breath that struggled to regain balance. Silently, the princess turned, her eyes closed as though she was trying to picture something, a smile was forming on her face.

Before they could realize it, a dust trail to began to form where Jeannie once was. "I wanna go back home! Somebody please take me back!" she shouted, tears flowing out like a water fountain, as she sprinted down the castle's corridors. "Come back Jeannie!" Henry shouted, running after her. "You think we should help?" "Oh you must be knew here huh?" "What do you mean?" "Let em be. It's pretty cute."

Let's just say, Jeannie failed to get very high up the walls. Her arm strength was a little... you know what I'm talking about. The end?