Jas didn’t recognize the woman currently undoing his diaper. The woman cooed at him sweetly, thinking him just a regular toddler. Jas actually found the anonymity reassuring. He didn’t want anyone to know that he, the crown prince, had just messed himself. That being said, the diaper change felt like it dragged on for hours. But eventually, Jas was cleaned and in a fresh diaper.
“What is your name, little one?” asked the woman.
“Jas.”
“Hmm. I do not recall any toddlers in the Royal Nursery with that name,” the woman remarked. “But then again, I did not work there.” The door to the storage room opened, revealing three rebels.
“Everyone line up. We need to determine if any of you are royals,” one of the rebels said. The woman picked Jas up and obediently got in line with the others. Jas’s thumb found its way to his mouth again and he sucked on it for comfort. Unfortunately, when the rebels got to him, they recognized his hair as belonging to the royal family. Jas was promptly taken from the servant’s arms.
“What are you doing with him?” the woman asked nervously.
“Like all the royal whelps in diapers, he will be brought back to the Royal Nursery until the new ruler can determine what to do. After all, the new ruler is kind and benevolent, and would never harm an innocent child who still soils themselves,” the rebel replied.
With that, Jas was carried out of the storage room. A few other children were being brought to the Royal Nursery as well; they were all infant girls. Jas glanced at the babies that were presumably his half-sisters. He idly wondered which of the King’s concubines had birthed them.
They arrived at the Royal Nursery. The girl infants were placed in cribs and Jas was placed on the floor. All the rebels left except one. Jas sat on the floor, trying to figure out how to get out of the current situation. As he thought, he felt a cramp ripple through his abdomen again. Before he could even get into a squatting position, his bowels emptied with a loud fart. The rebel left watching the nursery sighed.
“Great. Right after everyone leaves, too.” The rebel picked Jas up and carried him over to a changing table. Now was Jas’s chance. Jas touched the amulet.
“Pwotect me,” he whispered. He waited for the flash of light.