After a few not so subtle hints Hannibal figured that Deathbelle desired another handmaiden. Zee had risen up to the point of royalty after stealing the heart of another former slave, Sirius. They ruled together within one of the Empires packs the Ashen Armada. The story was inspiring but left the poor Empress without a handmaiden and a constant companion to rely on. Hannibal had spent some time as a slaver in Erovrare and had corralled a few slaves in his time. It was merely a matter of finding the perfect submissive she-wolf that would be suited for the job. He didn't go seeking someone but waited for the opportunity to present itself. Thankfully one day after his daily patrols and hunt the male caught the sent of a femme not too far from the Shrine. Following the scent Hannibal found his eyes settling upon a small obsidian fae with pink eyes. After only a moment he could feel her submissive nature and managed to lure he back to the Ashen. It took little to no effort as she had been very willing to offer herself to his cause. Hannibal led the ebony serpentine to the palace after allowing her to bathe within a stream. It had been her idea to make herself presentable which only further concluded that she could be a promising handmaiden. Obviously it would be trial and error but the albino hoped that he had lucked out on his first try. As they entered the palace his mischievous gaze fell upon her inky form and nodded for her to sit upon a secondary pile of furs. It would not be proper to invite her onto the makeshift throne with Belle's prized pelts. "You are the Empress' handmaiden." A pause. "As long as she takes to you, that is." He moved to take a seat upon the mound of royal pelts with his own illustrious eyes trained on hers. She never seemed to make eye contact which was a good sign. "It seems you are aware of your place already which makes my job seemingly easy. Lets hope it remains that way, Daedra." They had already exchanged names and he had laid out the ground rules on their journey. With that Hannibal let forth a gentle call for his Empress in hopes she wasn't too busy to head to his summons. ""

It did not take long for the rogue to find a new home it seemed. After a short time of wandering and observing the vixen had found herself in a new cage. The prismatic teeth of a large phantom had clamped down around her. Hannibal's dominance radiated from each of his pink pores with ease and made the naturally submissive babe nearly topple to the ground. Yet, she was far to established to expose such. Upon first site her bright pink eyes dropped to the earth and her head lowered in a polite bow. After only moments he had explained who he was and what he desired. The role of a royal handmaiden. Daedra could had cried tears of joy after hearing him out. She had been selected to be a breeding slave at a young age but upon finding out that she was barren her masters tossed her into exile, left to die. Her former fate would have been much worse then serving an Empress directly. Dae wouldn't allow herself to get her hopes up but it seemed things were turning around for her. Onyx paws hit the earth in with calculated silence. After bathing in a stream Daedra had been led to the palace. Vibrant eyes feasted upon the sights around her but never lifted to meet her new master's. The new scents sent her sensation overload but she seemingly shook off the curiosity upon crossing the threshold. Hannibal gestured for her to sit upon a few of the furs that complimented the stone. Without hesitation the babe did so. Daedra sat with her eyes pointed to the ground and her head low but not in a way to appear pathetic. She seemed to appear elegant within her depths of trained submission. Black ears flicked as she consumed the baritone vocals and her tail curled around her hind leg with ease. Internally she thought over his words knowing that she would not disappoint. Daedra was fully confident in her abilities to please, in all ways. Thus, she awaited the arrival of the anticipated Queen as still and silent as a stone.

Since Zee left her Deathbelle searched for a woman to take her place, she might have even settled for a small boy but nothing showed up. Even when she went looking luck was not in her favor, and for too many seasons Belle had to deal without. She continued to muse over her options as she continued her duties around the Empire. The Armada’s pups were growing at incredible speeds, but the pups didn’t grow without their quirks.

Much of her time was spent with Hannibal, she enjoyed patrolling with him but they hadn’t shared paths that day. It was unusual for him to call her from the palace as well, but when his voice reached her on the border of the Armada and Ashen she was quick to make her way to the island paradise. Narrow bridges had been completed between the islands, up to Dove you could walk without ever getting a toe wet.

Her thin frame loped quickly to her home, a place quickly growing dear to her heart. Hannibal’s scent was fresh, and she didn’t miss the foreign female one that accompanied him. She slowed slightly before crossing the threshold into the throne room.

Hannibal sat elegantly upon the pile of furs that elevated him from the floor, she offered him a loving glance as her lilac gaze fell on the tiny woman to the side. She was a young girl with soft black fur. She kept her eyes averted but Belle didn’t miss their bright pink color. ”What’s this?” The Empress purred as she closed the distance between herself and the Daimyo. Pushing her shoulder into his affectionately her gaze returned to the she wolf curiously.

Hannibal waited with nerves traveling through his form. Pale eyes trained upon the inky babe to his side with curiosity. He took note of the odd scar on the front of one of her legs as well as the elegance that seemingly poured from her. Daedra did not have the pathetic air to her that Eulogy had. It was a dutiful submission rather then one of pitiful meekness. Hannibal anticipated the meeting of the Empress and the exotic fae in hopes that they would get along. Not only would Daedra need to please Deathbelle but she would need to be dependable beyond measure. No one would likely surpass Zee but he hoped the new gal could would be a close second. The floral scent of his lover wafted into the room with ease. Sharp eyes flicked to the illustrious Empress with a flash of familiar hunger. The primal male stood to greet Belle with a nuzzle before a smirk swept across his mischievous lips. "I promised a proper showering of luxuries, my flower." Eyes flicked to Daedra with a small flick of his nose, "This is Daedra. She is to be your personal handmaiden on a probational basis, if you approve." ""

First came the intoxicating scent of flowers then the illustrious sight of the Empress herself. There was no doubt in Daedra's mind that the woman before her was a Queen. She shared the partial albinism the male had and their scents were mingled to represent what she could only assume would be partnership. As the royal fae moved to greet Hannibal, Daedra stole a few daring looks in her direction. Never would she allow her own pink gaze meet those radiant purple pools but she couldn't help herself take in Belle's form. Dae thought back to the nobles of her previous pack and noted that not one of those Wolves matched the beauty of the two Wolves before her. The attention was promptly moved to Daedra. Eyes were trained to the earth and her head was low in simple submission. Yet, she posed with a curl of her inky black tail as well as soothing breaths. Eyes burnt into her form but it was a sensation that she welcomed. The vixen consumed the attention without hesitation. As Hannibal explained the situation Daedra took it upon herself to make a proper introduction. Hoping to provide an impressive first impression to seal her position as handmaiden. "It is my pleasure to serve your majesty." A flourished dip of her head into a long bow, holding it until told otherwise.

She was quick to draw Hannibal’s eyes and her own purple orbs flashed with affection as she closed the distance between them. His hungry gaze was welcomed before her attentions were given over to the dainty she wolf her love plucked from the wilds just for her. She grinned as lavender eyes looked her gift over and excitement fluttered in her belly. She had been searching for someone to take up the position Zee once held, would this woman be able to fill those duties?

”Daedra…” Her voice uttered softly as Hannibal introduced her to the young woman. She possessed a striking ink black coat and a shapely form for her age. She was well spoken as well, her head dipped into a bow as her loyal words slipped from dark lips. The Empress grinned, her eyes growing bright as she gave Hannibal a quick appreciative glance and returned her attention to her gift.

The Klein goddess took a couple steps closer to the new handmaiden to get a better look at her. She was mostly healthy, and clean. Her fur as asoft as her actions and Deathbelle felt instantly drawn to her. ”Good.” She whispered as her features neared the slave. ”Tidy up in here,” she commanded softly before returning to Hannibal’s side. ”When you’re done I would like a bath.”

Work had started on the royal washroom, the mountain that held the palace also had a natural freshwater spring within. The perfect place for a spa. Deathbelle grinned and offered Hannibal subtle affections as the girl worked. ”Thank you, my love.” She offered to his tattered ear as she teased it with a kiss. ”She seems perfect.”