Mariko woke up. She laid in bed for a little while, enjoying the warmth of its sheets a little bit before getting up. Her schedule for the day was busy, and while she usually had the energy and the will to do it, this morning she was a little off. She had to had breakfast, then meeting with a tutor, on macroeconomics theories; then lunch with a Brazilian ambassador of Japan, the prime minister, then 2 hours practicing Arabic, her 6th and a half language (she didn’t quite got the hang of Russian quite yet), then half an hour working on her Russian. Then a small break, before heading into the government’s cabinet, to watch and learn the inner-working of the government. Then, she’d get to spend a little time with a friend of hers, before changing, and joining her father in an official meal to announce her new status as heiress to the throne.
But, meanwhile, a man was sitting still, looking at some papers, in a rather nice office. Another similar man entered the room, eager to speak:
“Operation Dinnertime snack is officially ready to go. Our agent is in place, about to be active”
“Excellent. Proceed as planned”
“Yessir” said the second man, quickly leaving. Much had to be done
“So. Now, we ruin that brat’s figure. Then her standing and appeal are gone, and the Emperor is dishonered”
The day went by without an hitch, as most days in the Imperial households did. Mariko went to bed, exhausted. Luckily, she had been granted by her father after dinner a much looser schedule. Indeed, other than the weekly ministerial meetings, the daily language classes, and the important national occasions, she was not to leave the palace or appear in public, according to the tradition. That meant that trips to the neighbouring countries for diplomatical purposes, meeting with foreign dignitaries or regular trips among the general population were over for her. She was rather to spend time with the rather small, but still important nobility; a part of her preparation that had been rather neglected up until now.
Mariko was very happy to hear that. It would give her time to read more about more topics, something she hadn’t been able to do since she had become a potential heiress. Furthermore, she was mentally and physically exhausted by all her duties. Her father also gave her a few days off, without any duties or lessons, a time where she was actually prohibited by her father to do any learning.
And so, the next day, she woke up unusually late. But she didn’t care, as she laid in her bed, a big grin on her face. She could so get used to this. Her lady-in-waiting waited until she got up, before going in
“Milady, please, by an order of the Ministor of the Interior” (The one in charge of the Imperial Household and Nobility) “I’ve brought you your breakfast in bed”
Mariko gazed upon the meal: a large assortment of Japanese treats, as well as French toasts drenched in maple syrup; eggs and bacon.
“Please, Mitsuki! I cannot be expected to eat all of this!”
“Awww… Milady, do not worry. I shall dispose of the rest of your meal after you are done”
But, as it turns out she didn’t have to. Mariko sat in her bed, the tray with her huge meal, and dug in as she watched some shows on her computer. She didn’t notice that she had finished her meal, until her hand reached for some bacon slice to find nothing. At which point, her stomach started to hurt; she had stuffed herself without even noticing it! Her belly was seemingly poking out. Mariko started to slowly massage it, trying to relieve the pain. She did that slow, enjoying her gentle touch on her stretched out belly. Still, though she kinda enjoyed this, and the meal had been excellent, she was worried. “I must work this off soon!” But, before she could get up, she started to feel extremely tired. Still in her bed, she fell back, and slept some more.
Meanwhile, someone was standing in the corridor next to Mariko’s large room. As the figure watched through the slightly opened door, it noticed that the drugs put in the Orange juice had worked just fine. Now, Mariko would sleep for the next few hours, and feel groggy for even longer than that. By the evening, she’d be hungry too, hopefully. But, as Mariko laid, alone, the figure decided also to place various snacks. By the end, they were hidden everywhere; even in her bed. Princess Mariko would therefore be surrounded in her rooms by many, many edibles of all sorts.
When she wakes up…
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