Birthdays come and go

Lia would never understand the twist of fate that had led her here. It had been unexpected and a little bit alarming, to go from slave to handmaiden and friend. It was more than she deserved, but she would do anything to keep it. To keep Briar, who was so much more than just her mistress.

At her request, Briar was quick to agree. Fiddling with the straps for a moment, before pulling it over Lia’s head. The handmaiden wiggled her head through the gap, and was surprised when she felt Briar’s grip on her paw. She shifted her weight and let the Queen lift the limb, and guide it through the hole.

Lia stood there a moment, feeling conspicuous as Briar moved around her, adjusting the armour until it fit snugly around her. Lia scarcely dared breath, feeling the rich leather against her coat. She knew she didn’t deserve anything so fine. “I feel a little silly, like I’m playing knight” she admitted softly. “But I love it. Thank you Briar.”