The left her chambers and made their way through the castle toward the Queen's tower. The princess became aware of a strange sensation filling her. She felt filled with warmth. Though her stomach should have sloshed from all of the milk she had drunk, she felt strangely light and safe.
They hurried and soon found themselves in the courtyard. Normally deserted or filled with soldiers, they were surprised to find a good many ladies of the court there as well. All were resplendent, in fine shimmering gown, all striking beauties in their own right.
Each bore a red gem at the neck, and in the torchlight, they gave off an eerie glow. The ladies were silent as the princess and the maid entered, but she could feel their eyes burning holes in them. She even heard a low hiss from one as she passed.
At last, they entered the Queen's golden tower, and began to climb the great marble stair which wound up into the darkness above. As they climbed, they passed a small arrow notch, through which the dark tower could be seen. Though black and foreboding, a bright blue light spilled from beneath the eave of the highest turret.
They hurried on, past more strange runes and marking lining the tower's inner wall. At last they reached the top, where before them stood a massive stone archway. Set into it was an equally massive door, deep rich wood, dark and red, dramatically carved with intertwined figures.
As she beheld the door, the princess could make out both animal and human shapes, all writhing together. The carving itself seemed to pulsate with sexual energy.
Chrysanthemum the maid drew herself up to her full height, and knocked soundly on the thick wood. Its percussion could be heard bounding within. As the princess looked from the door to the maid, she could see Chrysanthemum's shoulders thrown back, jaw set, eyes defiant.
All at once, the door opened with a whoosh, swept aside as by a great wind. Within, soft blue light flickered about the stone walls of the antechamber. The maid took the princess's hand, and led her through the first series of rooms, each more luxurious than the last.
At last the chambers emptied into the Queens vast bed chambers. Everywhere was gold, precious gems, sumptuous fabrics and pillows, surrounding the biggest bed the princess had ever seen. It could easily accommodate at least twenty people, and was layered in huge pillows and silks.
From lanterns hung round the room, lovely blue light spilled from heavy stained glass portals. The princess turned round and round, gazing in wide wonder at the opulence of the chamber, her eyes drinking in glorious riches. At last her gaze returned to the massive bed, where her eyes found the Queen.
The Queen reclined at the head of the bed, resting against a mountain of pillow against the towering bedstead. She lay with her back against them, her arms stretched out across their tops. Her blonde tresses were loose, and they spilled down 'round her face and shoulders in great looping curls. Her face shown in the light; her eyes sparkling. Her eyes and lashes were flecked with gold, and the anxious princess found her extremely attractive.
She wore the most beautiful garment the princess had ever seen. Though styled similar to a laced bodice or corset, it fit snugly against the skin, almost as if painted on. It shimmered in the light, at times appearing blue, at times a light red.
It was nearly transparent, the Queens smooth skin shining brightly through, her dark and erect nipples standing out against the tight fabric. It came from over the shoulders down into a deep V, crisscrossed with gossamer golden threads, reining the Queen's large breasts together, barely contained. It appeared to the princess as if they may pop the laces altogether.
Beneath her wonderful breasts, the garment slid tight against her midriff, down to where it would normally attach to the skirting. Instead, it arched high up onto the thigh, and plunged down to a small strip, sliding between the Queen's legs.
In truth, her large breasts made the garment so tight, that it cut sharply into the Queen's cleft, showing a tantalizing peek of her soft pink lips. Though the princess was fearful, the sight of the Queen in her sensuous garment awoke a spark of desire deep within.
"Ah, welcome my dears." she cooed, brilliant smile dazzling them both. "It has been a busy day, and I am glad for your company." From her bed, she bade them come forward, till they stood before her at the foot of the giant bed.
"My dear Chrysanthemum." she began. "Has she been cleaned and prepared.?
"Yes, my Queen." bowed the maid.
"And has she learned her lessons well... have you taught her all?" asked the Queen.
