Every princess needs a handmaid

Luckily her bumbling went by without remark, and Briar, ever the expert conversationalist, promised she would make use of some of the skills she possessed. She offered the horned Princess a smile. Then… they arrived at the barracks. An impressive building for sure, and Briar let loose a small bomb shell on her. “Oh… Mistress, I couldn't” She said, stress breaking through the gentle even tones of her voice.

To carry a weapon as a slave was a death sentence. Any bid to defend herself only ensured a greater destruction. She had learnt that lesson well, and fast. One could run, and lengthen the chase. They could scramble, and tear their claws out to get away, but one did not fight back. “Truly, I… I have no need for such skills, Mistress.”


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