Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

Rook's breath caught with anticipation as the curtain was suddenly pulled aside, and he saw the owner of the silhouette. She was clad in a simple but very elegant and obviously high-class dress, far and above the clothes any of the maids and servants who had gotten Rook prepared had worn...a dress of similar quality to the Queen! This had to be the Princess, Rook's new Mistress! She was very pretty indeed. A cutely small and slender body, yet still with a very shapely chest and curvy hips, crystal blue eyes, and a mane of curly gold locks. Rook had gone almost totally still with his face still happily smiling, only his tail was still wagging--not the wild wagging of a moment ago, but now with somewhat suppressed but still very excited wagging. This was it, what his entirely life had been building up to! He couldn't wait to make his new Mistress happy! But then...something went wrong. His Mistress...his lovely, beautiful Mistress, the only one who would ever be important in his life...stumbled back with a reddened face, slightly shaking her head...Rook heard a murmured no...and then she was gone, with the door clicking shut. Rook's jaw fell open and his eyes went very wide, and this time he really did go completely still. There was no wag left in his tail. No...she hadn't unlocked his chains, it was his Mistress who would unlock them, so maybe she wasn't...actually... Rook's eyes quickly filled with water, he sniffled, and then couldn't help but begin to let out a quiet but high-pitched keening sound, a canine whine. He couldn't fool himself, that was his Mistress, it couldn't have been anyone else...and she had just rejected him. He did something wrong. He wasn't good enough. He shouldn't cry, he was trained better than that....but he just couldn't help it, which only further proved how he had failed. The large wolf-man's body began to tremble, shaking with barely-contained sobs. That was it, his life was basically over. He'd be disposed of, or worse, taken back to the guild trainers to be resold to a different Mistress, all while carrying the shame that he wasn't good enough for the rest of his life. His whine got just slightly louder as he turned his head to the side, away from the doorway, sniffling as the tears began to spill out of his squeezed-shut eyes. It was very odd to see Princess Evelyn sitting outside the door to her room, curled up with her head buried into her arms and knees. Downright alarming , in fact. The maid had to find out what was wrong, and so stopped to kneel and gently ask the royal girl if she was okay. Her head jerked up as if surprised, then she started stammering and fidgeting. Something was very wrong, so the maid listened intently with concern... ...Concern that only deepened when the princess explained what she wanted the maid to do. The maid winced visibly--she had been one of the servants to help prepare the slave for presentation. Ah, I....I must apologize, Princess, I cannot do that. You could designate a room for him, certainly, do whatever you want with him, but I'm afraid the Queen's orders supersede yours, and her orders were very clear that no one is to touch the...'present', until after you. Did...did you not see the message and key your mother left for you, on the bedside table? The maid asked, and upon receiving a negation, she winced again, this time wringing her hands slightly. Ah, I, suppose I could go in and at least get the message and key for you...you really ought to read it...one moment... The maid then opened and slipped through the bedroom door once Evie moved. A few moments later, the door opened again and the maid slipped out, with a handwritten note clutched in one hand and a semi-ornate iron key in the other, both of which she offered to the princess. Internally, the maid was actually almost frustrated she had glimpsed the state of the slave on the bed in her very brief jaunt. Ah, Princess, forgive me, but...what did you do? You didn't just...take one look at him and walk away or something of the like, did you? You...well, he's yours, so you can do anything you want with him, but, ah, if you don't intend to hurt him, you can't just do things like that to a slave. The maid spoke slightly hesitantly, trying to phrase and dance as hard as she could around 'telling a royal' what to do. But also, he will obey everything you tell him to do or not do, outside of your mother's instructions, so do keep that in mind. The maid hid her frustration well, though it still simmered below the surface the princess seemed to be trying to reject her 'present', didn't she know the value of what she had just been given? Part of the maid almost thought Princess Evelyn was being a 'brat' at the moment to waste such a gift, as the maid could only imagine what she wouldn't give for just one night with that godly hunk of meat on the princess' bed... Once Evelyn had accepted the note and the key, the maid clasped her hands and stepped back. I, ah, will stay here for a few minutes if you still need me after you go inside, though I will take it that things are fine if I am not called. But, you should go in now... She said. Meanwhile, the brief note that Evelyn held, clearly written by her mother's elegantly flowing hand, read You will be responsible for seeing to his care and feeding. He will escort you wherever you go and sleep in the same bed, absent of anyone else. Be a good girl and enjoy your new pet, my beautiful daughter! Last edited Oct 20, 2018