Thread: The Queen's Harem! ...er...I mean...Retinue! (Javorcek X SomethingEsoteric)

One couldnt help, Faith couldnt help but wonder what loss exactly it would be this one was sorry for was it the loss of her father or the loss of her nobility because both were entirely separate instances. There was first the loss of her father at eight, the loss of her father to his folly his greed and conquest, that was the true loss she may have been in need of soothing for each and every loss that followed were all inevitable of course, shed seen them on the horizon, marching toward her with each rise and set of the sun painting her sill. Still, regardless of it all the apology for her situation was a generous offer of kindness and she accepted it along with the complements I am gracious to your kindness. Faith responded quietly, a response true not only for the apology and compliment but to the fact she did not further the theft of her dignity by groping or touching her body, now beginning to react to the cold. Faith didnt shiver but goose bumps did begin to march along her skin, up the backs of her arms, her nipples protested, standing hard atop her modest mounds. So began the negotiations, she almost felt them to be more demeaning than appraisals of touch could be. Shed been grabbed by potential customers, her bottom and breasts groped and tugged at, her hair caressed, one had even gone so far as to insert a finger into her most private of places before the Slavic demanded payment before such things took place she cringed lightly at the memory, how hed chortled and grunt at the tightness, how humiliating that had been... still, humiliating as it was, it wasnt as humiliating as being bartered for like she was some sort of shiny bauble, shinier to some than others. Some were rough, some gentle and appeared kind, it was hard for her to distinguish how to feel about these people, the unknowns offering goods or services for her ownership some seemed like they were capable of being very nice people, others she was sure were far from that this woman shed certainly deem as capable of kindness, after all, she had been very kind thus far. Regardless how any of them all behaved however, at the end of the day, they were purchasing her as a possession and that should say plenty on the caliber of person they were. The Queens people seemed happy though, well taken care of, maybe that said more her people were anything but provided for by the end of her march toward this moment. Whether or not she was interested in slaves for whatever purpose this woman was a better leader than Faith had ever been and for that she could respect her, for that she could fend off anxieties that may have otherwise nipped at her insides. Shed remained calm watching her fiefdom crumble, she could remain strong through this also after all, was their really much to be hysterical over? Faith was being transferred from one gilded cage to the next at least this one would be one with upkeep, on not tarnished by years of disregard. Through the negotiation for the most part she remained quiet staring forward with apathetic eyes not expressing the turmoil within. It was just like arguments and debates between her advisors and folks of the town, or well, she told herself it was she approached it with the same thoughtful expression even in the event her mind was blank. It was best Faith blanked it out, she didnt want to know how much she was worth in gold. Hnng! she did react however to the act of violence that happened just out of her field of vision, teeth clenching tight, nostrils flaring with several panicked breaths. It was a strange and surreal situation she was in, it all was but for some reason, like the winter that lasted ten years before this she thought the constant ebb and flow of negotiations for her sale would never end, like shed be trapped in another long lasting period shed only ever wish to end! and just like that, in a blink of an eye, with a little friction, the price was agreed upon and paid. Faith didnt know if she was relieved or distraught and neither emotion had yet found her face she just started forward hauntingly, breath evening again even as the world began to feel as if it were on a slant, even as her head began to throb and it felt like being submerged in water, the way it sounded and felt when ears were full of water, Faith knew what it meant, faint, she might just if she didnt ball her hands to white knuckled fists and curl her toes against the floor. Just as she felt herself begin to lean with the world the cloak of furs weighed down on her shoulders nearly slipping off till she sprung, her hands reached up and took hold of the cloak, holding it tight to herself, a shivering breath making her lips vibrate without the grace shed maintained till now Thank you my Queen. Faith hummed then swallowed hard, Faith was inertly polite and graceful, it would be neither of these things to ask what the Queen meant by training and why she need be placed in her chambers but she did understand, nave she was not. Shed be too ashamed to admit it, but in reality, part of her held out a certain excitement for it. She was to be nineteen in a small handful of moons and her virtue was intact, shed never been set to wed, her body screamed out for touch but circumstance made it impossible in way, she was born for this. then again Queens and ladies were always in need of handmaidens. little more than a sardonic joke to soothe circumstance, women with lust in their eyes like the Queens purchased slaves for one thing only. Elsewhere in the keep Clarissa was fritting about like a woman possessed there was so much to do and so little time! this was always a hard time of year for her, not only because her Queen often purchased new slaves but because she let others go, so many arrangements needed to be made and atop that she was always busy sorting through her own convoluted arrangements. Clare had almost done it this time, shed almost taken the chance to leave, to pursue other things well, to pursue another thing, another woman oh how she longed for those strong hands, tight lips, cold eyes, everything about her made the buxom matron cringe with delight. What could she do though? Ask her queen for her freedom and then what? Court the captain of the guard? It was all a satirical tragedy, one shed often sigh and laugh about besides, even if the woman she loved was even half as much tender toward her inside she was just too damn busy! The Queen needed her too much, she couldnt leave now, Tamera was losing her mind in jealousy for a woman Dani hadnt even bought yet because Dani may like her better, Esterii was distraught in the thought that Dani may not have time or desire to service her, Meghan, while she didnt say it was worried the new slave would be more caring and thoughtful and the Queen may not desire her company as often and of course there were the others and their own trials but the three favorites of Danika always needed the most attention from their matron. Then of course there were the easier sides of her role, making sure all her girls were clothed and fed, cared for like the prizes they were, their hair and makeup done, their woes consoled. Clare! Claaaarissaaaaaaah! came a familiar smoke and whiskey voice. Rosaline, be civil! She snipped with a jerk of her head, baring her teeth slightly Clarissas catch phrase as it were when it came to the girls and even the Queen from time to time. Yes Clarissa. Rose hummed shamefully, kicking some dust up from the cobbled floor beneath. Its just do you think The Queen will like fucking her new slut better than me? the shameless little lush asked, then looked up with a dangerous grin I doubt it, nobody fucks like me. Rosaline your insanity never ceases to amaze. Clarissa sighed and shook her head, -dont refer to your sisters, particularly a new one as a slut and fuck is not a word for a lady. How many times do I nee- Im sure everything will be fine, now put some clothes on would you? Tamera groaned and looked up from her desk, Rose , just because you are, doesnt mean we are. -besides, The Queen told me she likes having sex with me more. Tamera lied, She likes refined women, not shameless whores like you. And so began one of the harder parts of her jobs, Yknow girls, the Queen told me she loves peaceful dinners with me warbled Meghan from her wardrobe, both Tami and Rose hissing at her to be quiet before sizing each other up like they were prepared to start pulling hair. Everybody knows the Queen can't resist how undeniably adorable I am, Heidi boasted with a giggle from her bed. Yeah, adorable for someone touched in the head... I-said-be-civil! Clare growled from deep within her ample chest, lip curling back, nose wrinkling in aggression, all three chiming in uison Yes Maam defeated. Gosh, youre all worse than children at times, I swear! she continued to chastise, till she felt a presence behind her. Her face burned with embarrassment for her outburst when she realized who it was, heart flipping in her chest as she adjusted her corset and padded down her long firebrand hair, nibbling at her lower lip so it would be swollen and perfectly plump when she greeted the love of her life. Clarissa turned to face Alvera with and expression that begged understanding. Hello Alvera, has The Queen made her choice?