Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Princess Estella Augustina drew her horse to a halt in the clearing. She had to admit, she was lost. All alone, surrounded by dense foliage, she felt surprisingly alone and vulnerable. Her icy blue eyes darted around her. She wasn't stupid. She knew the gemstone choker around her neck wouldn't protect her. Even if an attacker wasn't tempted by her large, spherical breasts ((F-cups)), her hourglass figure, and her taut stomach; that jewel - and the tiara in her raven-black hair - marked her as the royal princess. And not just any princess, but the oldest of her family. She was next in line for the throne. She wished she had a sword, or at least a dagger, though she knew she wasn't very skilled to use it.
A noise in the woods startled her. "Who's there?" she asked, turning her horse about as she peered around in an attempt to locate its source.
A noise in the woods startled her. "Who's there?" she asked, turning her horse about as she peered around in an attempt to locate its source.