Jas toddled over to Rhyanna and tentatively tugged on her wetnurse’s gown. Rhyanna looked down at him with disgust.
“What, Prince Poopy?” she sneered. Jas swallowed.
“I- I poo-poo,” he mumbled. Rhyanna rolled her eyes.
“Is that all you do? Ugh. Well, I am busy. Find Cal to change you.” Sadly, Jas waddled to the door of the Royal Nursery. He knocked. The door opened, revealing Cal.
“What is it, Prince Poopy?” Cal asked.
“I poo-poo.”
“And the wetnurses refuse to change you?” Cal asked. Jas nodded. He began to suck on his thumb for comfort as tears sprang to his eyes. “Hmph. Well, it is a good think I am on duty today.” Cal entered the nursery and picked Jas up. “I will rescue you.” Jas suckled on his thumb harder as Cal brought him to the changing station.
When it was revealed that the Prince’s concubines would be the new wetnurses, magicked to have lactating breasts to feed their young charges, Jas was excited. Yes, he was saddened they had not escaped, but happy to have friendly faces around. Alas, his concubines treated him like dirt. He was assumed to be the child of Anya and Prince Jasper, thanks to his amulet with Anya’s family crest on it. The concubines, however, apparently despised Anya for being a witch as well as the Head Concubine. They were also incredibly jealous that they were not the ones to birth the apparent heir to the kingdom. And they decided to take out their negative feelings on Jas.
Jas was left in dirty diapers for as long as possible, or the task of changing him handed off to guards whenever possible. He was also not breastfed, but given bottles of produced breastmilk or mashed fruits and vegetables. And the concubines refused to play with him.
The diapers, though, were the worst. Jas continued to defecate far more frequently than someone his age typically would, and all attempts to potty train him had failed horribly, so he went through a lot of messy diapers. Cal, who would change Jas when he was on duty, had even begun to complain about Jas getting rashes from being left in his dirty diapers for too long.
“Not to worry, Prince Poopy,” Cal whispered to Jas as he changed his diaper. “I have finally managed to complain to the right person. Tonight, you will no longer be cared for by these former concubines.”
“Who?” Jas asked around his thumb. Cal smiled.