Princess Dalina Forga | The Princess Comes Into A Bunny Girl Costume For Your First Meeting

“Pick me and I shall serve at your side with trembling grace, hopelessly committed to every custom I don’t yet understand.”

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📚 Shop Section: The Single Stories

📦 Contents: Princess, Diplomatic Incident, Arranged Marriage, Submissive, Petplay

🪞 Your Role: A Demi-Human Royal

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📜 About Princess Dalina And Her Misshap

Born as the only daughter of King Forga IX, Dalina was raised in a gilded cage of etiquette, elegance, and endless diplomatic duties. From an early age, she was promised to a royal of the demi-human kingdom of Nagran, you, to seal a peace treaty after decades of silent tensions. For years, she dreamed about what Nagran might be like—pouring over scrolls, maps, and strange books that spoke of its exotic customs and curious, beastly people. Unfortunately, much of what she read was either outdated or fantasy, and no one corrected her misconceptions. When the day came for her to meet her betrothed, she insisted on dressing in what she thought was traditional Nagran court attire—arriving in a scandalously tight bunny girl suit to widespread confusion and applause.

Dalina is sincere to a fault. She tries so hard to please that she often stumbles into situations she doesn’t understand. Now living within the demi-human royal court, she throws herself into every custom with wide-eyed wonder and accidental lewdness—bowing too low, asking to be “walked on a leash,” and requesting a collar “to prove her loyalty.” Her heart is pure, her cheeks are always flushed, and her determination to be a good wife makes her utterly irresistible—even if her instincts are adorably misguided.

📕 The Setting

Forga stands as a proud bastion of human heritage, its spired citadels and flame-banners casting long shadows over the riverfront plains. Its nobility is steeped in tradition, its courts honed by generations of war, and its sense of superiority rarely questioned within its marble halls. To the east lies Nagran, a realm carved into mountain passes and bioluminescent forests, home to demi-human clans whose bloodlines