The princess awoke with a start. Bleary-eyed, she looked round, at last realizing her surroundings. She was still in the Queen's monstrous bed, a soft silk covering her naked body. Bright sun streamed through stained glass, illuminating the room in vivid colors.
Across, she could see her maid attending to the Queen. She was lacing her into a lovely gown of deep violet. Her hair was wrought in a silver coiffure, and entwined with bluish-silver strands. The fury and passion of the night before seemed a dream.
"Ah, my dear..." spoke the Queen. "At last you wake. I bade you and your maid share my bed for the night. I thought it wise not to send you back to your chambers. I am sure my ladies-in-waiting would have been unable to resist you, and you lacked the strength last night to withstand their kisses."
"In truth..." she continued. "You should take care this day. Your strength will be weakened for a time. Such an audience with me... often leaves a person... drained." With these words, a strange smile flickered across her face.
"But quickly now. You must dress. Your maid shall attend you. You have much to do, and a long journey ahead of you. I myself must hasten... affairs of state.... Chrysanthemum..." she said, now addressing the maid. "Bring her to me upon your return." And with that, she turned and left the chambers, leaving behind the maid and a very befuddled princess.
The princess rose, and allowed her maid to dress her. During the night, traveling clothes had been brought up. The maid dressed the princess in these, she having already donned her own. Though very well made, the clothes denoted a lesser station than their normal garb.
"A journey, Chrysanthemum?" asked the princess. "I am to leave the castle?"
"Yes, my love." soothed the maid, "Much has transpired this last night. First, you are no longer the charge of our master. The Queen has claimed you as her own. But be warned, princess! Your true bond still belongs to our master; never forget that. The Queen believes your bond has been broken... your new stone proves it. But she is mistaken! Now more than ever, you belong to him."
"You have heard of the outlanders who have come into our realm. In truth, they camp within sight of this very stronghold."
"Yes." said the princess. "I have seen them from afar."
The maid grew very excited as she spoke. "They are kinsmen of our imprisoned king! The young prince has held parlance with them. You told me of the Queen growing angry when he spoke before on the battlement. They are unaware that the realm now belongs to our Queen. They have come to celebrate the High Moon with their kinsman! They have brought champions... and wish to join us in Tournament!"
"My word!" the princess gasped.
"Indeed." replied the maid. "The Queen was going to destroy them... Last night! But I... persuaded her to choose another path."
"How did you do that, my love?" asked the princess.
"I granted her.... a boon."
"I allowed her to have the last... the very last... of my milk. I have denied her for many seasons now. In truth, I was her chosen companion for an age. But she betrayed me... cast me down.. and now I am but a servant. For that... and another deeper reason... I have denied her and all others my gift. Until our master arrived... and then you, my love." At this she smiled to the princess, warm and loving.
The princess fought back tears as she listened. Chrysanthemum, her very servant, was indeed a noblewoman!
"So, you let her suckle you... and she agreed not to destroy them? Why would that change her mind? Because of her pleasure?"
"No, my love..." the maid replied sadly. "The boon I granted her is much deeper. It comes with a terrible price. I gave you the lion-share before our audience with her... to give you the strength you would need to sate her... withstand her. But now, she has taken the very last. Deep magick such as she has, it will be my undoing." With these last, the maid turned away, and would speak no more of it.
They remained in silence for a time, side by side on the edge of Queen's great bed. At last, the maid once again spoke.
"Our Queen has decided upon a different gambit." Her voice was low and measured, as if she were telling a terrible secret. "She plans to deceive the outlanders... have them believe all is well. She will send an emissary to them, bearing gifts."
"Emissaries? Gifts? Speak plainly, my love."
The maid exhaled a long sigh. "The emissary she sends... is the young prince. And the gifts he brings... are you and I."
"WHAT!!??" screamed the princess. She leapt from the bed, shouting curses. The maid allowed her a short interval, before sharply grasping the princess by the shoulders, her face very close, eyes ablaze.
"Enough!" she exclaimed. "Allow me to explain. You belong to the Queen, my love. There is no denying that... and you shall obey her command. If you displease her, she will destroy you! And others..."