Every princess needs a handmaid

She held her position as the Princess rushed from her den and ran to embrace her Master. She did however sneak a small glance up at them from the corner of her eyes. The joy and delight in the brown horned girl was hard to miss. The kiss was also intimate and told her much about their relationship. She already understood the allure of Artorias, and why it was so important she treated Briar to perfection. She promised silently that she would do exactly that. She would ensure Briar felt no loneliness while Artorias was back in his pack. She would be the perfect companion - whatever that meant to Briar.

It was almost jarring when Briar acknowledged her, her head shot up, just a little, and she found herself meeting the warm green gaze of the Princess, just for a second. There was entirely too much warmth and kindness there. It was too much to hope that Briar would hold the same foreign ideals of Artorias, that she would believe in gentleness with her Slaves. But, in seeing that smile, hope she did all the same.

At Briars words, Artorias began the introductions. Explaining who she was, and what she would be doing for the two of them. She gave Briar a soft smile while Artorias spoke. “it’s a pleasure to meet you, My Lady, Artorias and the Warlord have spoken very warmly of you. It will be my pleasure to serve you and keep you company.” she said as she moved forward at Arts beckoning, and reached to grab Briar's paw, pressing her lips to it in a kiss, remembering that this was a treasured Princess to two powerful wolves. Feeling intimidated and doing her best to be respectful.
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