Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Author's Note:

This story was commissioned by ffq. 

This is the first time I've written lesbians, and I'm sure it shows. I thought it turned out quite well, but it's not something I'm as familiar with. First time I've done femdom, too, and oh boy was it fun~

I haven't played FF IV in quite some time, and this brought back some fond memories. Hopefully you'll all enjoy it as much as I did.

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His Grace, his Holiness, his Royal Majesty Cecil Harvey sat on his throne and did his very best to look like a good king. For the most part, it was easy - he was a handsome man, with proud features and a noble face. His fair, pale hair was held back by a plain circlet of shining silver that matched the regal armor of silver and steel that he wore. A sword, simple but effective, hung from the back of his throne, its carefully oiled and sharpened edge a statement and a promise - by the sword had he saved the world and all her people, by the sword he had earned his throne. 


And by the sword, he would keep it. 


Perhaps it was too effective a statement, for while Cecil was a man of action he could not remember the last time he had taken up his blade in earnest. The clash of steel in a training yard was no replacement for the thrill and thunder of proper battle. The surge of adrenaline and fear was unmatched for how alive it could make a man feel, and Cecil had not felt even the slightest such stirring in longer than he would have liked to reflect on. 


And that, really, was the only place where Cecil faltered in his plan to be a just and great king. The only stumbling block on his path to righteous and wise rule - that it was all just so brain-crushingly boring. That actual ruling was less about making decisions, and more about appearing to be engaged and enlightened as the people you trusted made decisions for you. You simply sat and nodded and pretended that was what you wanted from the beginning.


It was a burden he had not been prepared for when he ascended the throne of Baron. Rebellion he could have handled. Monsters he could put down. But boredom? There was a foe that was insidious and unstoppable, there was a foe that he could not bring down by magic and blade. Every man had to find their own way to fight it, and Cecil had developed a taste for a strategy game Kain had taught him called chess. It was getting to the point where the paladin could play out an entire game in his head all while agreeing pleasantly with whatever underling was reporting to him at the time. 


“Presenting her royal highness!”


And his queen had found her own way, Cecil thought with a sigh even as he perked up in his seat. While he may have thought such a display was beneath a queen, he couldn’t claim that it didn’t affect him. 


The great double doors to the throne room were thrown open, the nobles and petitioners of the court turning to look almost as one. The more experienced nobles, who had Cecil’s favor and spent most of their time at court were whispering and nudging their fellows who weren’t in the know. Word of the queen’s activities had spread beyond the court, but no one was ever ready to believe such scandalous gossip until they saw the truth for themselves. 


Flanked on either side by guards, Rosa stepped into the throne room, and there were gasps and murmurs - and even a deep, pleased chuckle from somewhere near the back of the court. She was dressed in an exaggerated version of the castle maid’s uniform, the dark fabric stark against her pale skin. The skirt had been slashed off, falling no further than the full, pert roundness of her rump, a set of pale, full globes that bounced with each step she took on her towering, slim-pointed heels. The whole central section of the uniform had been removed as well, leaving her midriff and sides bare, covered only by a sheer lace apron that highlighted the flat lines of her taut stomach. Full, puffy shoulder sleeves drew the eye, and from there the gaze flowed naturally down to the full valley of her cleavage, the uniform pressing her breasts together and lifting them up, enhancing an already full bust into something that seemed about to bounce free of the restrictive cloth, a deep crevice of soft, jiggling flesh that made more than one man fan his face appreciatively with a hand. 


It was the kind of outfit that should never have seen the light outside of a bedroom, it was beyond degrading or humiliating, and the elegant fabric of its creation only made it stand out more against the plain uniforms the other servants wore. It was designed to single the wearer out, to make them *visible* no matter the crowd that surrounded them. Too poor to blend in with the nobility, too rich to hide among the servants. Everyone in the court had their eye drawn to Rosa, and she flushed, head ducked slightly as the murmur of scandalized conversation spread out around her in a rippling wave. 


She stopped halfway to the throne, the very center of the room with the attention of all in it. Nearly a hundred nobles, servants, and petitioners alike stared at her with awe and lust and horror, and Rosa’s breath came sharp and fast, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at the floor and refused to look at anyone as she waited for the tension to ease. She had not stopped of her own will, but rather because the leash attached around her neck had pulled taut, stopping her still and forcing her to wait, trembling.


Behind her, carrying her leash, came the Queen of Baron herself. Rydia of Mist, her dress a flashing emerald wave and her hair the color of summer and seafoam, strode into the throne room and the court bowed deeply before her. While her dress was nearly as daring as Rosa’s, her thighs bare and her deep cleavage proudly displayed, not a single eye crawled across her body as they did across her servant's. Rosa was a toy, an amusing plaything of the queen, and that made her fair game to be ogled and admired. That was her purpose, after all - or her new purpose, anyway, after Cecil and Rydia’s wedding and the forfeit of her once-beloved. But the queen was royalty, and her beauty was to be respected rather than enjoyed. 


On his throne, Cecil resisted the urge to roll his eyes as Rosa stepped into motion again, falling in a pace behind and beside Rydia as the emerald-haired queen ascended the dais to sit at his side. 


“There has to be a less scandalous way to amuse yourself,” he said quietly as she sat, smoothing creases from her dress. He looked at Rosa but did not give her so much as a nod of acknowledgment, seeing her without greeting her. 


“Probably, but it would doubtless be far less fun,” Rydia grinned, taking her husband’s rebuke in good grace. 


“Did you even consider what I suggested? Chess is an excellent way to keep your mind busy and engaged.”


“I did, my dear. I even played against Rosa.”


Cecil knew his wife well, and rather than falling for the bait just raised an eyebrow inquisitively. After barely a moment his wife broke into a smug grin.


"She lost, of course. She has plenty of experience with me taking her king.” 


Despite himself, the paladin snorted as Rosa looked away, red shame on her face. Shame and… something else that made her fidget and chew at her lower lip as the royals continued to talk, voices low and quiet as the court waited patiently for their attention. And with the royals occupied, quite a few members of the waiting court were keeping themselves patient by ogling Rosa, a few of them even pointing at certain parts of her uniform as she tugged at the hem of her skirt and wished that the dais wasn’t quite so high up. 


“Well, I hope she helps keep you amused. Now that you’re here to take my place, I'm off. The Mist envoy requested to meet with me regarding the continuing rebuilding efforts.”


“You tease,” Rydia laughed, leaning in to peck at the end of her husband’s nose. Beside her, Rosa shifted at the open display of affection between the two, her heart burning as she thought of the small gestures she used to show the same man who now smiled at another. “You lure me to court and then abandon me while you save yourself?”


“I am a reformed man, but the darkness still lingers in my heart.” Cecil leaned in, murmuring the last into his queen’s ear, lips brushing against her as the soft warmth of his breath rolled against the side of her face. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched her shiver, and he pulled back to give her a gentle pat on the hand. 


“I shouldn’t be gone long, just a few hours or so. I promise I’ll make it up to you this evening.”


Beside Rydia’s throne, Rosa winced, biting even harder at her lip as a blush crept across her pale face. She’d heard Cecil ‘make it up’ to his queen many times, and the mingling cries and the creak of their bed was impossible to escape from - even when she wasn’t tied to the foot of it. Hearing her once beloved’s grunts and growls mingling with the ecstasy of another woman was divine torture that Rosa had yet to grow tired of. It hurt every time, and yet that sharp stabbing pain was simultaneously something sweet enough to leave her gasping along with Rydia. 


“Make it up to me now.”


Rydia caught her husband’s jaw and pulled him in for a kiss, her lips pressed against his and her hand sliding across the smooth steel of his breastplate. For a moment he held fast, but even the noble paladin-king couldn’t contain himself for long against his wife. His hands came to her sides as the kiss deepened, their tongues pushing and twining together as Rosa tried not to let out a tearful gasp - old love and old pain flashing through her so hard it almost took her breath away. That had been her, once, kissing Cecil as though he was the only thing that mattered in all the world. That could have been her spot beside him on the throne...


The kiss broke after what felt like torturous hours, king and queen breathing heavily as they gazed into each other’s eyes, love radiating off of them and making Rosa’s long-broken heart feel like it was shards of glass inside her chest. 


“Be kind to her while I'm gone,” Cecil murmured.


“No, I don’t think I will.”


The two shared a laugh, and then another kiss though this one was quicker and more gentle. Rising from his throne, Cecil drew his blade and hung it at his hip before descending from the dais. A man dressed in green stepped from the crowd, and the two left the throne room together, heads bowed in conversation as a handful of guards fell in behind them. The door swung shut, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to change, Cecil held court as a king ought, regal and commanding from his throne. But his wife was much different, and her days at court were far more interesting. The buzz of conversation seemed to pick up, anticipation running through the crowd as they glanced up at the two women on the dais. 


“They never get tired of you, do they?” Rydia asked as Rosa fidgeted, heels clicking softly as she shifted from foot to foot. 


“I doubt they’re looking at someone as boring as me when you are here, my queen,” Rosa demurred. And, certainly, she never got tired of looking at her queen.  


“That’s true. You are rather a boring and plain thing,” Rydia responded, her voice filled with cruel humor. “A simple human, rather than a daughter of the Eidolons. I can see why they would prefer me to you - just as Cecil does.”


Rosa flinched as though she’d been struck, and Rydia’s smile grew a little wider watching her servant squirm. It was an odd relationship the two had found together, but the new queen of Baron quite enjoyed it. 


“A-as you say, my queen.”


“As I say, and so does he.” Another flinch, and Rydia’s smile only grew as she settled back on her throne, turning her attention to the court. “Now be useful, will you, and see that our guests are served. Next petitioner!”


Rosa descended the steps as a commoner stepped up to the foot of the dais, their face lightly flushed as they watched the queen’s servant descend, every step making her breasts bounce and sway, drawing the eye and leaving the petitioner briefly speechless. They managed to recover their voice once Rosa had passed, and began to lay their plea out before the queen as Rosa took a tray from one of the other servants in the room. While she was still tethered to the dais by her long leash, she began to carefully circulate through the room with a tray of refreshments, seeing that the nobility and the waiting petitioners were taken care of. 


Back and forth she bustled, with all the efficiency of any other nameless serving girl. Never mind that she had once been the king’s true love, or an accomplished white mage, she’d been drilled just as thoroughly as the other servants. To be less than perfect would have brought disgrace to the queen - was it not enough that Rydia allowed such a shameful and pathetic thing to serve her, but would she bring more shame to the queen by being clumsy and foolish? So back and forth she went, swaying on her heels, each step making her broad hips swing back and forth with the regularity of a metronome, her shirt fluttering about the tops of her thighs.


And yet, despite her grace and skill, it never seemed enough to satisfy Rydia. The queen's voice barked out at intervals like a lash, making the blond start and sway on her perilous heels. The clink of glasses was too loud, Rydia couldn’t hear her petitioner! And Rosa would be forced to bow her head to the petitioner in question and beg their forgiveness for her clumsiness. Or she might stumble, heels snagging on the deep carpet of the throne room or even her own leash. And while the drinks she carried never spilled, even those little stumbles would bring a roar of anger from the throne, and Rosa would be forced to apologize yet again. It mattered not how minor the transgression, the servant girl would be forced to bow deeply before those around her, skirt rising up to reveal the emerald green panties she wore - nearly swallowed up by the thick, pale globes of her ass - as she begged for forgiveness. 


Sometimes it wasn’t even her fault, as the men around her would reach out with wandering hands. Letting their fingers trail against her bare thighs or along the curve of her ass. A few of the more bold nobility even helped themselves to a feel, digging their fingers into her ass or groping her thigh as she swayed past them, enjoying the softness of her body as if it was owed to them. Few dared to go further than that, she was the queen’s property, after all, not some tavern serving girl that they could enjoy at her leisure. But there were always those who felt more entitled, those who saw the whole world as belonging to them and didn’t fear the Queen’s wrath as much as they perhaps should. 

Some nobles were quite bold, and one in particular had seemed to make it his mission in life to push the line of what was acceptable. Rosa’s stomach turned over when she heard his voice calling out to her, but her training forced her to turn and smile at him rather than hurrying away and pretending she had not heard his call. 

“Yes, my lord?”

He merely grunted in answer, using his polished walking stick to gesture at his feet where wine had spilled from his glass and splashed across the floor. Rosa nodded and bent over to mop it up with a rag from her pocket, her other hand keeping a tray of additional drinks neatly balanced. She had just about finished when she felt something slip under her skirt and press hard against her panties. A long, smooth length of polished wood rubbing back and forth across her mound as she gasped and started, nearly spilling her drink. 

“None of that, now,” the noble growled, pushing hard enough that pleasure flashed up Rosa’s spine and made her see stars. “Don’t add to the mess or you’ll be down there all day. Now hurry up, before your Queen notices your dawdling.”

Whimpering, Rosa mopped at the spill as the walking stick continued to press and slid against her panty-clad pussy. But that wasn’t enough for the man, and soon she felt the end of it catch the edge of her panties, tugging the fabric to the side and exposing her flushed, sopping cunt. 

“Sir, you can’t-!”

“I can,” he interrupted, pressing the end of his cane between her lips, stretching her open around the polished wood as her hand shook and nearly spilled the tray once more. “If I don’t you’ll leak all over the floor like the harlot you are, and you’ll be stuck down there making a mess as you try to clean up. I’m just trying to help.”

It didn’t feel like help, Rosa had to bite her lip to keep from moaning as he casually pumped the stick in and out of her clenching cunt, never driving it very deep, but teasing her entrance with the last few inches of length, making her body tremble as she mopped up the last of the spilled wine. He let her stand then, though he didn’t bother fixing her panties, which were left askew, her pussy bare beneath her scandalously short skirt. 



“Good job, girlie,” the noble nodded to her as she rose, face flushed. And with nothing more than a nod he turned back to his conversation as if nothing had happened. 


But while Rosa wasn’t left alone, Rydia was growing bored as the day slowly dragged on. And boredom meant trouble for someone in particular. When Rosa was passing by a group of noblemen she felt a tug on her collar that made her sway, and then a yank so hard it forced a strangled cry from her throat even as it pulled her off balance. And with her hands full with a serving tray, there was nothing she could do but try to shout a warning. 


“Stupid, clumsy idiot!” Rydia’s voice rang out before the clatter of glasses and broken glass had even died away. The crowd was parting, nobles grunting in anger and dissatisfaction as wine and water soaked into their clothing, ruining outfits that had no doubt cost more Gil than most of the common folk would see in their whole lives. Servants were flooding to the scene, daubing at the crowd with clothes and murmuring apologies. 


“You have to take care not to trip over your own feet, you clumsy cow!” Rydia continued from her dais, real anger in her words as she yanked at the leash again, making Rosa gasp at clutch at her collar as the force turned her about on the floor. “Apologize to these people! They are guests of our court and look at how you have treated them!”


Still gasping for breath Rosa was ‘helped’ to her knees by Rydia yanking at her leash, forced to face the crowd of angry nobility. She bowed her head toward them, humiliated contrition on her face as she leaned far forward, head nearly touching the floor once more as she practically prostrated herself. 


“My lords, my ladies - I can only apologize for my terrible clumsiness. I… I did not mean to cause you such distress.”


“And yet you have,” Rydia growled, her fingers playing with the leash as a dozen eyes glared down at her toy. A smile tugged at the edges of her lips, but it was a cruel thing that came from enjoying her servant's suffering. “Honestly, can you not be trusted even with something this simple? No wonder you were unfit to be a queen if you cannot even handle serving drinks.”


“I’m sorry! It won’t happen again, my queen, it was-”


“It was unforgivable,” Rydia interrupted, her voice flat and ugly. “I try to give you a tiny bit of responsibility, a chance to show that you’re not a completely useless, empty-headed whore, and this is how you act? By falling over and soaking our guests? It’s unacceptable! Get up here, and I’ll find a job that will keep you quiet and your embarrassment to a minimum."


Rosa stumbled as her leash was yanked once more, and she had to half stumble, half crawl her way up the dais as Rydia reeled her in, the crowd laughing cruelly as her short skirt rode up, showing off her full, wobbling ass as she went up the steps to the throne on her hands and knees, gasping and whimpering each time the leather collar around her slim neck bit hard into her throat. Rydia rose from her throne as her servant finally stumbled up to her, nearly knocking into the smaller, green-haired woman but managing to catch herself at the last instant. 


Clucking in disappointment (she would have liked another excuse to punish the blonde) Rydia gestured for Rosa to take her spot in the throne. It was an unusual throne, the seat shaped rather like a ‘U’, with a flat platform built beneath the seat that extended forward. Rydia usually used it as a footrest, but now Rosa lay back on it, so her head fit neatly into the seat of the throne, her back arched slightly and her thighs pressed tightly together to try and hide herself from the eyes that watched her. Her face was hidden from the assembled court, but it burned a brilliant red and she chewed her lip in eager nervousness. But the queen didn’t so much as smile at her friend and servant, refusing to break character as she sat on her throne once more. 


It would not have come as much of a surprise to the court to find the Queen herself wasn’t wearing any panties. Scandalized them, to be sure, but at this point, they’d come to expect certain liberties from their queen. It was just how she amused herself, after all, and this was hardly the most shocking. Rosa certainly wasn’t surprised as her queen's hot, flushed pussy was planted against her face, plush mound mashing stickily against her lips and nose. 


“Perhaps this will keep you silent,” Rydia said, her own face shading lightly red as her servant obeyed, tongue digging up between her soft folds and making the queen sit up a little straighter. “At the very least it will keep you from trampling around like an out-of-control Behemoth.”


Rosa tried to say something, but it was inaudible and little more than vibrations that served to please her queen’s hot, leaking cunt. So she was ignored as Rydia motioned for the next petitioner to approach, a nervous-looking man who didn’t seem to know how to react to the scene that was unfolding in front of him. He held his cap bunched between his hands as he laid out his plea, glancing from Rydia’s flushed face as she nodded along with his story, to the squirming Rosa. 


For all her faults, even Rydia would have admitted that Rosa was good at this. Practice made perfect, and the once-proud white mage had spent far more time eating out her queen in the last year than she had with magic or a weapon. Her tongue danced and pressed between soft, velvet folds, seeking out all the little places she knew could make her queen gasp and shiver - but never moan. Even when her hands had to grip the arms of her throne in a white-knuckled grip, Rydia never moaned out. Such behavior was beneath a queen. 


To distract herself, the emerald-haired woman reached out with her bare feet, finding the hem of Rosa’s top and tugging at it. Catching it between her toes and gripping it so she could peel it down, worrying and tugging at the fabric until her servant’s breasts spilled free - silencing the petitioner for a moment as he stared boggled eye. Rosa’s body arched slightly, back curving as she let out a horrified little noise that only Rydia felt as she was exposed to the court. It wasn’t the first time, nor was it to be the last, but it never grew any less humiliating. 


“I’m glad you managed to not hurt yourself while carrying out the difficult task of walking across a room,” Rydia said to Rosa as the petitioner backed away, finishing up his plea with a hasty 'thank you' - a clerk was already at his side and discussing the problem in more depth. “Sure, you distracted these good nobles with your lewd and whorish body, and you managed to interrupt a petitioner with your clumsy idiocy, but at least you didn’t start bawling like a pathetic child when you tripped over your own feet.”


Rydia’s voice was shaking, an almost imperceptible tremor as the flush on her face darkened until it was no longer a gentle red glow but a deep, crimson burn. Her jaw was set and her hands clenched the arm of her throne to keep from trembling. Rosa's tongue was amazingly skilled, dancing and gliding from lips to folds, playing with the queen's clit and driving little bursts of electric pleasure up her spine. She could feel herself getting close, her servant's devoted tongue and willingness to take abuse helping the queen get closer and closer to her goal. 


“No doubt these fat udders cushioned your fall,” Rydia continued, pressing the soles of her feet deeper into the soft, yielding mounds. Working and kneading the soft flesh beneath her feet as the next petitioner stepped up, their face a bright crimson as they tried to stare anywhere but at the queen’s busy feet. Rydia’s toes tugged and played with her servant’s nipples, squeezing and stretching them with dainty dexterity, pulling and pulling until Rosa’s breast stretched slightly and the woman let out a muffled cry right into her queen’s sopping cunt. 


“N-next time you displease me, we’ll see just how much pain they can take,” she continued, pushing and working Rosa’s breasts with rising intensity. There was little actual pain in what she was doing, just sudden sparks of sharp and intense pleasure as she pinches or tugged, but it was a good threat and Rosa moaned again as she heard it. Even if Rydia never actually, truly hurt her servant, the threat of pain was often motivation to get… to get…


It was too much, between the dance of Rosa’s skilled tongue and all the teasing and abuse Rydia had offered throughout the day, the queen finally found her edge. She slumped back in her throne, holding up a shaking hand for a moment to silence the petitioner as her orgasm hit - though she managed to retain dignified silence rather than crying out like a slattern. 


The taste of sweet honey filled Rosa’s mouth as her queen climaxed, toes curling and clenching, tugging painfully at Rosa’s nipples as Rydia rode out her orgasm. She rolled her hips, grinding and humping against her servant's face as her jaw clenched, stifling any cry that may have tried to slip from her mouth. She was, even as she put on a show for the court, a queen and it would not be dignified for her to cry out like a whore. So she bit her tongue until she could taste copper and mashed her leaky, squirting cunt against Rosa’s face, her clit flicking against Rosa’s nose as she rode her servant’s skilled tongue. 


But while Rydia had to retain her composure, Rosa didn’t. The blond servant moaned loudly, her back arching a little more, straining as her muscles clenched and tightened - though she kept her tongue moving, dancing it lovingly and dutifully across her queen’s folds even as her body bucked and squirmed in an orgasm all of her own. Her queen’s pleasure was her pleasure, and the sweet tang of cum filled her mouth as Rydia rode her face for all it was worth. Together the two came, Rydia soaking her face even as Rosa washed her own thighs. And if Rydia did make a noise, it was hidden under the shameless moaning of her servant, the blond slut acting as a shield for her queen even now.


“Are you okay down there?” Rydia asked, her voice slightly shaky as her orgasm trailed down, leaving her tingling in the warm afterglow. She had to spread her thighs and glance down to even see her servant, her voice low enough that no one could hear. And for a moment, the facade of cold cruelty lifted to reveal the kind and intelligent young woman Rosa had trusted through all their many battles, and the emerald-haired queen looked down at her friend with a hint of concern. 


Rosa’s face was flushed and wet, femcum splashed all across her regal features. She looked like a mess, her makeup smudged and running, her lips slightly parted as she panted for breath. But while her eyes couldn’t focus on anything, her brain slowly rebooting in the wake of her crushing orgasm, her mouth was twisted up in a dumb, absent smile. This was what Rosa lived for, this was why she’d thrown away the chance at a crown. 


Because in her heart, she longed to serve rather than to rule. To be the one before the throne rather than on it. Rosa had always found power to be intoxicating, it had drawn her to Cecil before, and had kept her by his side through danger. But when she’d been offered power of her own, offered a crown and a place at his side, she’d found that having power, rather than being subject to it, had been…. Empty.


And as in the desperate days of their struggles against Golbez and Zemus, Rydia had been there to help her. The young summoner was intoxicatingly powerful and unmistakably beautiful. And she’d known, somehow, what ate at Rosa’s heart and left her wandering the castle halls sleeplessly at night. It was Rydia who had forced her to kneel, who had first made her squirm in humiliation and shame. Rydia had found her weakness and stepped into her life, twisting the knife every day to remind Rosa of what she’d given up. 


“I am, thank you~”


“Good,” Rydia said, and the kindness vanished from her voice to be replaced with the familiar, cruel smile that made Rosa’s heart jump in her chest even as her stomach twisted in anticipation. 

“My loyal subjects,” the Queen of baron called as she rose from her throne on legs that only barely trembled. “It is with sadness that I must inform you that court will be ending early today. Duties call to me, and I cannot allow them to wait.”

There was a low murmur from the crowd, a soft rumble of disappointment that came most loudly from the more commonly dressed petitioners. Rydia help up her hands soothingly, trying to still and silence the crowd before the discontent could grow and spread. 

“I know, and I am sorry. It is a shameful dereliction of my duty to leave you - especially when many of you have traveled far to plead your cases or make your voice heard. I promise that the clerks shall find you a place to stay this evening as well as provisions, all at no charge to you. And tomorrow, you shall be heard first, so that we may not keep you from your homes and families for too long.”

Her voice shifted, from something regal and commanding to something far more sinful and sensuous. When the Queen of Baron spoke next, her voice was practically a purr that seemed to drip with lust as she stepped from the dais and motioned toward Rosa who still lay beneath the throne, her legs like jelly and her breath coming in terrified, eager gasps. 

“And, of course, we would not leave you without entertainment. Our property is yours for the rest of the day. Enjoy her well, she will keep you all quite satisfied, or else I’ll know why she failed in her duty. Nothing of hers is off-limits to you.”

With a sweep of her dress, Rydia strode from the room. Rosa was still struggling to stand, her stomach fluttering as she looked across the sea of eager faces, her legs unable to support her weight as a pair of guards took her arms and began to half drag and half carry her down the stairs. They would make sure things didn’t get too out of hand, but otherwise she was on her own as the crowd moved in, hands grasping at her pale skin and undoing the ties of their breeches.


Rosa did so love her Queen~


