Every princess needs a handmaid

Briar was just as keen to get to know her as she was to get to know the princess. Poor Briar was going to be terribly disappointed when she learned the the pinnacle of Adalia’s personality was ‘how to keep her Master happy’ and ‘how to minimise getting brutalised’ anything beyond that was a mystery even to Lia.

“Whichever you please, My Lady” she said as Briar suggested how they could expand the den. At least it seemed she would be denning with the Princess, instead of a separate slave complex. Surely that would make it easier to tend to the other woman's needs.

They moved away from the den and towards the packs center. The large stone Obelisk took up much of her view as they made their way past it. She was told how central this location was, and was pointed towards a dug fire pit. Having no inkling as to why she might need to call for help, she nodded her head. “Good to know Lady Briar, thank you.”

They began to walk towards the beach, and Lia was struck by the beauty of it. The hot sand beneath her paws, and the sun dancing off the waves. After the boat the marauders had taken to get here, she had had little chance to stop and admire the beat. She was distracted by that pretty sight, and glanced towards Briar as she asked her a question. “Mostly in the art of pleasure, My lady - - Er” she paused, remembering all the strange reactions she had gotten from Artorias, and also from Sirius when Art had offered her ‘massaging’ skills. Best not to make anyone feel awkward. “That is to say, massaging My lady. And general fetching and carrying and whatever work is required. I can start a fire and care for a camp.” she fumbled with her words, trying to find more delicate ways to say ‘mostly I was fucked, other times I was a beast of burden’

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