- Joined
- Aug 21, 2010
1. The Handmaiden and the Princess
Myavi looked at the prone figure on the bed, asleep. Myavi had been assigned as the handmaiden to the Princess by her own family, the family of the prince. It was an unhappy tale for the princess as it was a marriage -- and end -- of a minor family into a greater one. The prince was not an evil man, but there was no feeling for him and the princess. An heir must be born, but what of it from a marriage of no love?
Myavi was neither prince nor princess. Though the sibling of the prince, her body made her neither wholly woman nor man. And so, she was denied her place in her royalty, though perhaps fortunate not to suffer the fate of her brother.
She gazed again at the princess. It was time to wake the poor woman up, but why? The rest of her life would be a prison, perhaps best to let her sleep longer. Myavi had fallen in love with her, the beautiful woman in front of her, and caressed the young woman, her fingers travelling through her hair. She had done this times before, perhaps becoming spending more time exploring the princess as they grew time together, a shared prison for the rest of their lives. But perhaps it was more of a shared life, as they would cast their eyes upon each other, as two who had feelings for each other would do.
Myavi's hand traveled down the princesses chest, to the round bosom just underneath the filmy cloth of silk. The firmness of the princesses breast felt full and soft and Myavi looked at the still sleeping woman. She leaned down for a kiss, though light and quiet. It was just another touch of one to another, like she had done mornings before. Perhaps the princess merely feigned sleep, as Miyavi whispered into her ear.
"Would that I could love you openly. Alas, I can but attend to your needs. And your needs of me are not unpleasant. To make love as your servant, is better than no love at all."
Myavi looked at the prone figure on the bed, asleep. Myavi had been assigned as the handmaiden to the Princess by her own family, the family of the prince. It was an unhappy tale for the princess as it was a marriage -- and end -- of a minor family into a greater one. The prince was not an evil man, but there was no feeling for him and the princess. An heir must be born, but what of it from a marriage of no love?
Myavi was neither prince nor princess. Though the sibling of the prince, her body made her neither wholly woman nor man. And so, she was denied her place in her royalty, though perhaps fortunate not to suffer the fate of her brother.
She gazed again at the princess. It was time to wake the poor woman up, but why? The rest of her life would be a prison, perhaps best to let her sleep longer. Myavi had fallen in love with her, the beautiful woman in front of her, and caressed the young woman, her fingers travelling through her hair. She had done this times before, perhaps becoming spending more time exploring the princess as they grew time together, a shared prison for the rest of their lives. But perhaps it was more of a shared life, as they would cast their eyes upon each other, as two who had feelings for each other would do.
Myavi's hand traveled down the princesses chest, to the round bosom just underneath the filmy cloth of silk. The firmness of the princesses breast felt full and soft and Myavi looked at the still sleeping woman. She leaned down for a kiss, though light and quiet. It was just another touch of one to another, like she had done mornings before. Perhaps the princess merely feigned sleep, as Miyavi whispered into her ear.
"Would that I could love you openly. Alas, I can but attend to your needs. And your needs of me are not unpleasant. To make love as your servant, is better than no love at all."