Nadia was an insufferable tomboy for her father, the King. She snuck out of the castle, calling herself Marle, ditched royal body guards, and was otherwise the shame of the royal family. So the King hired Scarlet to keep watch on her from the shadows, to make certain that if she was going to sneak out, at least she would not come to harm.
Scarlet got a good night's rest, as the ringing of Leene's bell that morning signaled the start of the Millennium Fair. There was no way that Nadia would not try to see the sights of the fair without the ponderous formalities such as bodyguards, ribbon cuttings, and stuffy formal clothes.
Keeping watch on her window, she saw Nadia slip out in the ridiculous peasant get-up she insisted on, and it was a simple matter to follow along behind her, as she cleared the castle walls and made a beeline for the fair.<|im_end|>
"There she is! How predictable." Said a 21-year-old female who was slightly taller than average, with long brilliant red hair that flowed down all the way to her plump ass. She had fair white skin that contrasted with her bright hair and bold blue eyes, which seemed to give her a commanding presence even among men. Light freckling on her nose and upper cheeks distinguished herself from her otherwise blemish free visage and resulted in her looking a few years younger than she was. Her build resembled an hourglass with mature breasts and thick hips on either side of her relatively thin waist.
She was wearing the type of flamboyant outfit you could only expect from a mercenary, a mix between a whore and a town guard, but confident enough to prove that she was neither: A cloth red miniskirt that seemed to be woven with leather strips and showed off her luscious thighs, a matching short-sleeved blouse that frilled an inch or two past her waist, but on its back was a massive sheath that contained a great-sword that stretched almost her entire height. With a blade that heavy it was clear why she wore small amounts of armor and clothing. Her boots were a similar red and they climbed far up her calves, probably the most well defended part of her body; her panties on the other hand were a cute pink that grasped tightly onto her pussy and showed a noticeable camel-toe whenever someone took an easy glance beneath her skirt. Although these panties were tight and uncomfortable on her now they were her favorite pair from when she was younger so she wore them for good luck.
So with her charge sighted, she followed in a jog and made sure to stay far enough away from the girl that she could retain her anonymity but still keep an eye on her employer's daughter.<|im_end|>