After a few months upon the Sunburst Throne, Cassandra Pentaghast, now known as Divine Victoria, had been rebuilding the Andrastian Chantry piece by piece. She had made reforms to it and declared the Inquisition, now the most powerful force in the South, a friendly party. She was, however, an oddity compared to past Divines. She practiced with her sword in the courtyard of her residence and often walked about the grounds wearing her armor. She did not let the power of leading the Chantry go to her head, but she did enjoy the banquet-like feasts that she presided over quite commonly....
"What do you mean there's no more food?!" Pentaghast shouted at an Elven servant, the plate in front of her clear, and the long table rid of the food that once covered it. The entirety of the people at the table watched in awe as she glared at the lithe, pointy-eared girl, while Cassandra's very noticeable potbelly stretched the fabric of her garments.
"Th-the food's all g-gone, Most Holy... Y-you ate the last of it...." The servant said, cowering in fear.
Casandra slammed her fist on the table, drawing the whole room to silence. "That is unacceptable! I demand that you bring me more at once!"
The Elf bowed in a rushed manner, then scurried off to the kitchen.
The portly Divine scoffed, then noticed the whole room staring at her in silence, from the Templar Knights guarding the doors to the masked Orlesian nobles. She blushed brightly, then growled. "What are you all looking at?!" She demanded.
They all looked away and started talking amongst themselves.
Cassandra looked down to shake her head, then noticed the bulge that protruded from her figure where her flat stomach once resided. She gasped quietly, having only just noticed this. She looked around nervously, then bolted up from her chair and dashed out the door. She sped by the same Elf that she previously yelled at, who was carrying a platter of food.
"Most Holy! Your food!" She called to the Divine.
Divine Victoria sputtered. "Deliver it to my chambers!" She called back before continuing down the hall.
She ran until she reached her quarters. She opened the door, went in ,and slammed it shut. Once inside, she put her hands on her knees and panted to catch her breath.
"This... *pant* is just... *pant* disgraceful!" She said, then fell backwards onto her soft bed, just before someone knocked on the door. "Who is it?!"
"A s-servant... I've got your food..."
Cassandra's strong desire to cram her mouth full of food forced her up. She opened the door, snatched the food from the servant, then slammed the door and locked it. Since she was now all alone, she stripped down to just her undergarments, her bra tight around her slightly bigger breasts, and her panties barely covering her softer backside.
"How did I allow this to happen?" Cassandra asked herself as she looked at herself in the full-body mirror. She then noticed her sword, shield, and armor, which were collecting dust in the corner of her room, the platter of food that sat at the end of her bed, the sweet roll in her hand. "Oh... that explains everything...." She said guiltily.
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