Princess Penelope Visounche, Poppy for short, woke up alone in her bedroom. She lay naked as she rubbed her feet together and curled deeper into her silk white sheets. She knew to expect her company soon, one of the castle staff would knock on her door with warm tea at exactly 8:15 every morning.
Her pert nipples stood erect in the morning cold, while she sat up and stretched her arms and legs. Her long, wavy brown tresses cascaded over her shoulders, down her back and her bright blue eyes shimmered with excitement for the day to begin. She had of course, been waiting for this day all month. Knock, knock, knock
Poppy heard a soft tapping on her door. "Come in," Poppy sang softly.
Aneshka slowly opened her bedroom door then she shut it behind her.
"Good morning miss, I have your mint tea and your royal dress has been pressed for you. Let's get you dressed."
Poppy smiled warmly and lifted her arms for Aneshka to pull off her nightgown. She had been one of the house managers to the Royal Visounche family as long as she'd remembered, probably as long as Poppy's been alive. Closest to Poppy growing up, once she'd finally turned 25 and looked to live on her own smaller property, separate from her family and mother, The Queen, it seemed right for Aneshka to stay with Poppy in the move as her new house manager. Poppy's older sister Anastasia was next in line to be queen, so there wasn't much responsibility for her other than an expected marriage one day.
Goosebumps sucked Poppy back into the present while Anee helped with her dressing. She warmed a generous amount of oil in her hands and it made Poppy giggle when she rubbed it over her body. Anee rubbed oil and moisturized Poppy's legs, then her arms, her stomach, then left the rest to her neck and tits. Poppy let her head lay back and eyes close in relaxation. All of Anee's rubbing made poppy want to bend her over and hump her beautiful behind until she came, but that would be saved for a new friend. She also knew that Aneshka did not particularly like being humped, not that Poppy didn't force her by royal command from time to time anyways.
Finally, Aneshka pulled the last dress-strings up and tied them tight so the princess looked clean and neat. She slipped on her comfy palace heels, kitten heels maybe even shorter. Anee stepped back and admired the princess then gave a satisfied huff with approval of the outfit. Aneshka turned to exit the bedroom, and they started down the long corridor where excited whispers and taps echoed at the end room.
Poppy was pleased to see that her interviews had arrived on time. Now that she was living on her own, she had organized to meet with eligible women for the role of the royal handmaiden to the princess. All of about 30 girls were lined up and stood, tall and still as the princess gracefully entered the room behind Aneshka. Poppy felt her clit tingle with excitement to finally pick her handmaiden after so long. She had been very specific in what she wanted when the guards were looking for women to recruit from the kingdom. Poppy was happy to see all of these women were more than viable options, absolutely stunning, each and every one of them.
Poppy walked down the line of women, silently. Examining each of them for royal perfection. She eventually rolled to a stop at the second to last girl in line. The girl's hands shook, out of nervousness. Her pale freckled cheeks slowly pinked up as the princess scrutinized her. The intricate braid her mother had weaved into her long blonde locks felt childish in this room of seasoned women. All that was left from her older sisters was a much too small gown, Annette had received the invitation far too late for there to be alterations done on the dress. Her huge, back-straining tits were spilling out of the front and sides of her top. Watching her sheepishly try to cover herself made Poppy's pussy hot. Annette's milky tits were in full view as Poppy's 5'10ft tall body practically towered over the poor girl who stood at barely 5ft tall.
"What's your name dear?"
"Annette Dupri, my princess."
