Every princess needs a handmaid

She rose easily into the early morning dawn. Accustomed to keeping whatever odd hours her Masters pleased. Travelling with the gruff Warlord, and the intense Aegris had been a very strange experience indeed. She helped pack up their camp without a word, and then they travelled on.

As they crossed over into what must be Armada pack lands, the Warlord left them. Heading off with his strange bear companion. As they walked, Art began to give her further instructions. Describing his Princess a little more. Every wolf had their quarks, and she took it to heart when he said not to ask her about her family, to listen to her and not talk back. “I wouldn’t dream of it” she promised to the first “Everything she wishes will be right” she agreed. She was starting to sound a little more like a Princess now, and she felt trepidation stirring in her chest. That first phase of figuring out your Master was always the hardest, settling into routines and knowing what to expect generally made life easier.

Artorias promised her absolute safety, but she also knew that she would not get a message to him. She would take whatever she was given, she would be the perfect servant. She would be no trouble, and he would come back for her one day. Take her to his promised paradise. “As you wish, My Aegis” she whispered, nerves bringing a title rather than a name from her lips.

She lowered her head submissively towards the den entrance, lowering herself gently to the ground and waited for her Princess Mistress to appear and command her.

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