Thread: A Queen's new maid (MessedupRp x DancingRain)

Asha smiled as she sauntered off the gangway and onto the steady dock of the harbor. Frankly, the rocking of the ship was not something that the young empress had completely adjusted to, but thankfully,the boat would be heading back home this afternoon. Aside from that, young woman was not overly excited for this day partially because it seemed like such a bore and partially becaude she detested the traditions involved in the changing from emperor to emperor. She expressed her unhappiness to the woman following her like a shadow, Challah , her advisor and court mage. Challah patiently explained, for the tenth time that day, why they were coming to the slave market. An empress must select her handmaiden personally. The first one is likepy to become closer, she will be yoyr personal servant as you gain more and more through your rule. Asha sighed and glanced longlinly at a market table full of food. She hadn't eaten today. Why do I need a slave? Can't we use our own people? Challah shook her head immediately, no... It is not our way. You will find a suitable slave here. I have foreseen it in my visions. Asha smirked, Really? Tell me what she looks like then. Challah hesitated, her stoic exterior cracking for a moment, well um... My clairvoyance... Does not reach that far. She scowled playfully at Asha, I am seeing another vision right now. In the vision, I am beating my empress senseless with my staff. Asha chuckled and glanced around the harbor once more before begrudgingly heading toward the auction. The empress stood out a bit in the crowd. There were a few people in impressively gaudy and bright clothing, adorned with gold and jewels, but also many commoners seeking to buy a slave to help with farm work, and everything in between. Asha looked like the in between. She was dressed in a small leather tucking ending a few inches above her waist and her muted red silk skirt. What made her stand out was her gold. She wore royal goldennrings around her neck, on each bicep and calf as well as her wrists and ankles. She was carryig a short walking stick made of a nearly black wood and laced with gold all up and down the length. Asha and Challah stood at the back, Challah trying desperately to make Asha choose a slave and Asha trying desperately not to. How about that one. She seems strong enough for your needs. Challah would say. Asha would shrug, She's a bit too tall. I want her shorter than that. Maybe that one then, nice and short. Just like you want. Asha sighed, No... I don't like the way she looks. What do you mean, she's gorgeous! Challah would retort. I mean I don't like the way she looks at other things . She has beady eyes. I don't want to have her watching over me day and night. It was at this point that Challah became very interested in the leather canteen she had filled with wine before they left the boat. she was especially interested in draining it as quickly as possible down her throat Asha felt a bit bad. After all, she was being difficult, but not necessarily to spite her advisor Asha and Challah actually for along very well, the real reason that she was being so hard was simply because none of the slaves met her ideal standards yet. In her mind, the slave of an empress shouod be more than what she had seen, and Asha waa no going to settle for less than perfect. It was around this time that Challah set her canteen down and Miki was dragged into place. The moment Asha laid eyes on her, she knew this was the slave she wanted. Miki seemed like everything Asha never knew she wanted, all in one adorable package. However, Challah also noticed the look in Asha's eyes and she was not as enthusiastic. No. No Asha, do not buy her. Asha glanced at Challah as the first bid was called, then another. Why not? She fits all my needs well. Challah gave her an incredulous look, she also has fire magic and retractable claws and fangs. Asha, she is dangerous. Asha glanced back up at Miki again. maybe so... But isn't everything dangerous? Challah sighed as Asha raised her hand. She called out a bid for four-thousand gold pieces. Nobody else called for a bid after her, the kitsune was hers. The guards met Asha and handed her over, Miki now had a leash and her wrists bound in magical ropes behind her back. Asha wasted no time, walking her slave back towards the ship. As they walked, Asha looked over at Miki. She spoke in the kitsune's native language and used a comforting tone while she spoke. Hello, my name is Empress Asha of Hashav. You can call me Empress. I have bought you, you are now my handmaiden and concubine. Do not be afraid, you're safe. She tried to give Miki a comforting smile and hoped it worked.