They may appear mechanical at first, as they wake with jerky movements. But they are not mechanical, they are sentient. They are human. And they worship their Princess.
The jerky movements are involuntary, the result of the strange process by which they are alerted to the dawn. The Princess does not like to be woken by loud or sudden noises so she has no alarm clock. Instead the atomic clock sends a radio signal to implants in the brains of the two boys who kneel by her bed as she sleeps. It is an electric shock that causes them to awake with a jolt, for they have not yet perfected the art of maintaining complete control over their bodies. However, they have learnt to stifle their yelps of pain.
They are not mechanical, they are sentient. And they adore their Princess. They have learnt how to read her mood on waking and they know what to do to gently ease her into the day. Some mornings she may be cheerful, others grumpy. This particular morning they can smell the scent of her sex; the Princess has been having erotic dreams.
The boy who kneels at the foot of her bed leans forward and gently rolls back the bed-cover to reveal her bare feet. Placing his lips just an inch away from the soles of her feet he tenderly breathes out. The Princess begins to stir on feeling his hot breath on her feet, turning onto her back and stretching her legs so that her foot presses into his mouth. The boy extends his tongue and licks the soles of her feet, which are perfectly smooth after years of attention from her personal pedicurist. Kneeling up higher and leaning over slightly further he runs his tongue over the ball of her foot and takes her little toe in his mouth, sucking with genuine affection.
The second boy, who has been kneeling by her side at the other end of the bed stretches out an arm and starts to stroke her long blonde hair. Removing the wisps that have fallen over her cheeks reveal the crease marks made by her pillow. Gently, just a few strands at a time, he tucks her hair behind her ear.
