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The Slave Princess Chapter 48

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There had been introductions.  There had been a little banter back and forth, all meaningless, but with meanings behind it.  There was a little confusion when the seating occurred as it seemed there were a few too many people for the table.  It was sorted out, Evan standing with the household servants as Gem sat between two of the Myrned envoys.

“I hope you like spicy foods, Highness.”  Ambassador Ouetal motioned to the plates being put on the table.  “This is a dish from Myrned that sometimes has foreigners drinking far too much water after a bite.”

Laun picked up a spoon and poked at the brown and orange food.  “I will try, sir.  I hope I do not disappoint you if I cannot finish it.”

He smiled across the table at her and took a bite of the food himself.  He made a ’not bad’ face and continued to eat.  Laun had her bite and waited.  There was a flush of heat and spice after a little bit and she made the mistake of breathing in at the wrong moment.

There was laughter from the Myrned people as Laun coughed and drank from her tankard.  “Milk works better, Highness.”  A slight rolling of his ‘r’ was the only indication that he grew up speaking another language. »Read More

The Slave Lady Chapter 13

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Simple.  Laun smiled at that.

She walked along a hall that was longer than several Salam-Dir Great halls and she still was not at the stairs she was being escorted to.  Clusters of Palace people, some noble, some grasping to be, watched as she went past.  She had been expecting that.  And she hoped that she was making slight waves as she went.

The bath had been good.  She felt clean, the servants having to be taught how to lather the soap and having some fun making the biggest bubbles.  The tub was big enough for two people and Laun had a longing to grab one of the young servants and have someone in with her.  That was tempered when she mentally backed up and looked at them.  They were her age.  She felt old because of what she had gone through.  It was not her place to force one of them for her pleasure.

Selections had been presented to Laun for the clothing.  She did not like any of it.  Her breasts did not like any of it.  They were all too tight when she tried them on.

The chatelaine had been put to use.  One of the silk sheets from under the window seat was sacrificed.  A drawing of what she wanted was created on the pulp paper, the charcoal smudging her clean hands.  The servants understood what she wanted and started to cut and sew as Laun went to clean up again. »Read More

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