Chapter 2 - The Database

In the stillness of his private office, Prince James summoned his confidant, the stern-faced Commander Davis, the head of the Women's Puritanical Guard. As the commander entered, his steely eyes betraying no emotion, James steeled himself for the task at hand.

"Davis," James began, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers. "I have a new directive for the Guard."

The commander stiffened slightly, a hint of surprise in his gaze. "Of course, Your Highness."

James continued, "I want every woman in the kingdom between the ages of 20 and 44, who falls within the... obesity category, to be registered in our database."

Davis’s eyebrows twitched ever so slightly. He knew the prince well, and suspected he knew the real purpose of such a registry. "A registry, Your Highness? For what purpose?"

"We need to control the spread of gluttony," James answered, careful to maintain his composed façade. "To do so, we must monitor those who embody this sin."

"Understood, Prince James," Davis replied, nodding once, his expression hardening back into its familiar stoic mask. "The decree will be issued immediately.",

"And Davis," James added, his gaze piercing into the commander's, "I want the database to be detailed. Full names, pictures, their height, their weight... Everything. Leave no stone unturned."

"As you command, Your Highness.", he paused to consider his next words. "Your highness, do you want this registry prioritized,", he paused again, "to quickly find the sort of women that you are most concerned with?"

James looked at Davis, "What sort of women do you think we should prioritize the registry for?"

Davis considered his answer for a moment, "Perhaps your highness would want the registry prioritized for pretty obese women, with nice complexions, and that carry their weight in certain places."

James smiled, "Precisely Davis. Those types of women are particularly sinful."

As the commander left, James found himself alone with his thoughts again. The gears were in motion, the plan was unfolding. He was one step closer to reaching what he truly desired, the very thing he could never let the world see.

Thus, behind the high walls of the palace and the strict morality laws, Prince James's secret endeavor gained momentum, teetering on the precipice of revelation and revolution. The database was the key to a door he had always yearned to open, his carefully guarded secret held in the hands of Commander Davis, the only one privy to the prince's true intentions.

Later, as night fell and the palace settled into a hushed silence, James stared out his window, his gaze lost in the sea of twinkling lights that was his kingdom. Each light was a home, a life, and among them, he knew, were the women he secretly yearned for. The decree was a risk, a gamble against his family's rule, his reputation, his life. But it was one he was willing to take. For beneath the prince's refined exterior beat the heart of a man - a man longing for something the world could not offer him. For a desire hidden in the shadows of a societal taboo.