The Queen's Decree
"Hey, you!"
I stiffened at the dreaded voice booming across the hallway. Trembling, I could feel myself chilled to the bone with goosebumps all over my arms. With a shiver, I tried to inch my body to make myself looked smaller, eyes covering my face to avoid being recognized by that certain person.
"That's right, I am talking to you! Stop walking away."
Again was that terrifying and direful voice that had haunted me for years. Knowing the risk of ignorance, I let out a deep breath to calm myself before turning towards that detestable person. The kitchen head.
"Yes?" I forced myself to give a friendly smile towards my superior. "I am sorry that I did not hear you, there are a lot of things on my mind."
The middle age woman gave a lopsided smile, the face feared by many. Wrinkles dominated her forehead and her sagging cheeks, a rare occurrence for a mere septuagenarian. However, what makes her a renowned person in the castle is her trademark expression. The cold, hard stare those workers loathe so much, penetrating and jolting every bone of our bodies.
"Is that so?" She smirked with her eyes narrowed, haggardly trudging her footsteps towards me.
I tightly grabbed my dirty apron with my hands, eyes desperately shuttered. I lower my head, ready to receive a tight slap from that menacing figure. An unexpected fearsome laugh echoed the long stretch of corridors. I shuddered again from that nasty tone, before looking up to see was she up to.
"Oh sweetie, I am not going to punish you." Her voice bellowed, huge grin across her face. I swear that I could feel the sarcasm deep in her words.
Upon sensing my relief, she added. "As for now." She slowly spelled out the three words, emphasizing them to warn me of my temporary self-alleviation.
The Kitchen Head randomly threw a plain old looking box to my arms, my fingers fumbling at the sudden item that I caught. Peering through the ribbon-tied object with my curious eyes, I shook it a few times before leaning my clear close to guess the contents.
"I have received orders from the higher ups that you are to be tasked to serve the queen in her private chambers tonight." The old woman said, with disinterest.
My eyebrows formed into arches as respond to her statement, a relief smile almost swept across my face before I covered my mouth with a free hand.
"Honestly, I do not even know why our queen has an interest in such a pathetic and lackluster scullery maid like you." She muttered in her breath, voice trailing away as she walked off in disbelief.
I balled my hands tightly at her atrocities, quietly seething with rage. However, I decided to let go off my anger for a while as my curiosity began to set back into my mind. After untying the big shoebox look-alike, there stood a written note atop of a plastic bag filled with clothing. With a bemused thought, I unfolded the note and began to read.
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My dear kitchen girl,
You have been assigned to serve me personally for the rest of this weekend. Inside this box contains the necessary outfit for this upcoming task. You are to reach my resting chambers by 9pm tonight, with this clothes that I have given you. I hope to know under no circumstances that you are to tell this to anyone. I will be looking forward to your arrival.
Signed,
Ashe (Queen of Fieljord)
...
Upon knowing the letter is written by the queen, I carelessly dropped the box as I yelped in sheer surprise. A gold plated key dropped from the opened letter, presumably leading to the queen's chambers.
"No way! The queen wrote this?" I almost shouted before covering my mouth embarrassingly. Looking around to see that the whole hallway of corridor was emptied, I heaved a sigh of relief that no one was able to hear what I have blurted out.
"This is be some kind of joke." I worriedly thought, beads of perspiration sliding downward through my cheeks with ease. "There is no way the queen will even notice such an invisible, low tier kitchen maid in this castle."
In my half suspicions, I decided to check the note tentatively; from the top to the bottom, front and the back. I squinted and strained my eyes at every single word, like as though someone may have tempered with them. Surprised and conceded to see no faults, I glanced below to see the royal seal mark below the queen's signature…
Fortunately, no one was going to have any glimpses of my silly movements as I skittered with joy down the hallway. Upon finding my way back to the 'derelict 'dormitory, I surveyed the surroundings thoroughly before slipping through the door. Glad to see that the room was unoccupied, I zipped into the toilet.
Humming a tune with anticipation, I cheerfully unwrapped the plastic that was previously contained in the box. To my awe, a dazzling piece of black skirt embedded with white ruffles and laces. A white apron with intricate designs dangled from the one-piece dress, its size so 'miniature' that one could not help to think that it can protect the wearer from any dirt at all. There were also other accessories packed in the box. A rabbit ear hairband, white-colored neck and wristbands.
Placing the clothing on my chest, I took a small peak to see my reflection using the full-length mirror sticking at the back of the door. Squealing with delight, I quickly stripped off my untidy uniform before donning on the outfit. However, it did not came as well as I expected…
In front of me stood a shoddy person full of bruises, scars and dirt all over the body. I tried to cover myself from those "embarrassing parts", but those wounds etched and spread widely from another, making them seemed so obvious especially if I am wearing a knee-length skirt without sleeves. My confidence wavered. The beautifully designed dress on my tawdry body, effectively incurring any incongruous feelings from anymore that might have seen me with this.
After few seconds of self-deprecation, my curiosity caused me to scan the every part of this French-maid outfit. I began to notice for some strange reasons, there were two strange holes on the skirt itself. The first one was on the chest. Its' elliptical shape widely stretched through the two sides, therefore allowing the dress to reveal my cleavage easily. The other was of similar size, located right below the formal, exposing my bellybutton when I wore it. Bewildered, I tried to check for any faults or torn from those 'cracks', but the professionally cuttings suggested otherwise. However regardless of anything, my face filled with blushes as I wondered how my impression to the queen would be with these skimpy clothing.
"Oh! Its 8:50 pm now, I better hurry!" glancing at my watch before leaving the dormitory hastily.
As dusk approached, beams of ravishing moonlight bounced off the icy surface of the castle, radiating the long hallway gleaming with brightness. The emptied area was so dead silent that my hurried footsteps were the only audible sound made, echoing the ice-carved walls as I rushed my way to the large, majestic door that stood in front of me. I felt myself like a Cinderella running away from the ball on midnight, except for the fact that I was donned in skimpy maid costume and traveling in the opposite direction.
Strangely, there were no soldiers guarding the royal chambers. Resting for few seconds to catch up with my breath, I became a nervous wreck as I struggled to fit the golden chain locks with the exquisite key. I poked around with my head, sweeping the cold, dark area with my squinting eyes for possible guards.
A few steps away stood a slim and dark figure bathing under the moonlight from a nearby window. With the back facing me, I could see the curvaceous hips and the slender looking limbs. As if the figure seemed to notice my mere presence, they turned ninety degrees to look back at me. I could see the well-endowed curves on the chest, causing my heart to thump faster from the bountiful view. My distractions were cut off immediately when the silhouette walked towards me slowly, I was amazed to see the elegance in her movements, curvy hips swaying seductively, almost making me drool at the sight of it. A few more steps forward and the pitch of darkness disintegrated, revealing a pajamas wearing woman yawning. Queen Ashe.
Time seemed to freeze at that point of contact, only gaining back my awareness when I could the thumping of my knees to the floor. Wide eyed, I brought my head down to beg for forgiveness.
"Forgive me for my insolence, my queen! I did not expect your presence in the chambers." I cried with the eyes closed shut, wishing the queen would exonerate me from my faults.
Few seconds of silence was observed before the queen kneeled herself down, much to my surprise. She lifted my chin steadily, effectively showing me her winsome eyes, alluring blue orbs intently staring at mine; I could not help but to blush from the close contact of our faces. She gave me a captivating smile and touched my head gently.
"You have done nothing wrong, my dear. I am just a little excited to see you; hence I stood here earlier than what was in that note."
I was perplexed by her light hearted and serene tone, but regardless of that, it did eased my heart a little.
The Frost Archer lifted me up and gave me that enchanting smile again. "I see you are dressed in the costume that I gave you. Great! Now come with me."
Despite my hesitation, I eventually found myself being pulled deep into her private chambers.
The Queen of Avorasan led me to a corner of her huge chambers. My eyes feasted on the set of intricate designed windows, adorned with beautiful red curtains. A big, empty hole was found in the middle of the room, with bottle of shampoos and taps located at the sides. The queen's bathroom!
"Pardon for my curiosity, Your Highness. Why are there no guards in the chambers?" I meekly asked, both hands tugging on my apron. I swore that I could catch a glimpse of the queen's cheeky smile, before quickly feigning back to her composure face.
"I intentionally excused the soldiers for tonight, just for the both of us. Now dear, help me get the bath ready as I take my bathroom robe." Ashe walked off towards her bedroom without turning her back.
I immediately abided her request and went straight to turn on the tap of the stone-carved bathtub. Stream of lukewarm spring water slowly flowed through. The ingredients of the water released an aromatic smell that made me relaxed to the core as I inhaled it. As if the appearance of this majestic bath wasn't enticing enough, the full moonlight basked itself into the 'hot' spring, further decorating the already heavenly sight. For once, I wished I could dipped inside the pool and washed off the dirt, cleansing myself away from the egregious life that I had in the castle…
"I see that you have already prepared the bath." Ashe spoke cheerfully, instantly snapping my trance away.
I nodded my head before distancing myself from the queen to the corner of the bath, fully aware of my humble background. Unexpectedly, Ashe stripped of her pajamas in a flash, her naked body exposed to my face. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but I constantly found myself peeking to ogle at her birthday suit. Enticing, well-endowed orbs capped with pink nipples bounced from the removal of her shirt. Her shaveless mound glistened under the moonlight, seemingly beckoning me to give it a lick…
Oh, what indecent thoughts I have! I smacked myself in the head, trying my best to curb from the obvious blushes that I accumulated.
"May I know your name, my dear?" Ashe asked as she slowly dipped her petite, curvaceous body into the hot spring.
"I-Isabell…" I stammered, still leeching over her beautiful body. I could feel excitement dampening my panties a little.
Ashe smiled beamingly before using her fingers to usher me to get over to her.
"Well Isabell, can you massage my shoulders? The long, boring court session in the afternoon strained my whole body."
"Yes, your highness!"
I immediately lowered myself down and reached for her shoulders. I pressed and rubbed them gently, earning a casual moan from the queen. I did a couple of times before she finally held her hand and stopped me. I released my hands and placed them on my laps, awaiting her next order.
I took a moment to appreciate the queen's long, snowy white hair. Her ivory skin soft and tender, envied by numerous royalties in the castle. I really do not want to relinquish myself away from caressing and licking her pale, silky skin again.
Ashe seemed to be able to read my cloudy thoughts. She slowly touched her bare shoulders, before moving on to fondle her breasts and massaged them. Twerking the nipples with care, she let out a soft, seductive moan. All of these in front of me!
Because of that, my panties got soaked even further. My hands were about to touch my slippery womanhood before stopping just in time to see Ashe taking a glance at me. The queen licked her lips, and eyeing me flirtatiously with her alluring blue orbs.
"Isabell, can you kindly please remove your costume away?" She asked, batting her long eyelashes at me.
I hesitated at her provocative question, cheeks reddening more than ever.
"Listen to my order or else…" Ashe pouted her face, feigning her anger. Overall, that made her more adorable and childlike than the usual queen we seen in official court sessions.
I nodded my head, beads of perspiration over my forehead. I slowly unbuttoned my outfit and placed them gently on the floor, shivering as the cold wind gushed and tickled my bare skin. I covered my chest and panties with my hands, praying hard that the queen would not notice the wet spot in my crotch area.
"Nice set of black brassiere and panties that you are wearing tonight, my dear servant. I even thought that you intentionally wore them to just for me." Ashe grinned mischievously, licking her lips once again.
I was shocked by her sudden sultry words, and yet highly aroused from them at the same time. The queen sought her advantage by pulling me into the bathtub from my moment of distraction. I yelped with surprise when I finally snapped away from my trance, now only to find myself landed in the hot spring with the queen, my face embraced warmly on her cleavage.
(End of Part 1)