A woman in a white sleeping gown was sitting next to a candle and making shadows move with her fingers. The only audience to her show was a paper cutout projecting a smiling face with a crown to the wall from another candle. Even as the morning sun had risen the woman with raven black hair had not even opened the curtains.
Princess Cinder had gotten more than used to entertaining herself in the small room just with a candle over the two decades she had been locked up from birth due to her demonic eyes. It was already one month away from her twentieth birthday and she could count the times she had left the room with the fingers of only one of her hands. Fingers that had gotten skillful at making shadow puppets move and play with each other against the walls of the room. If someone else might have seen them, they might have thought they had become alive but to her, it was just normal.
"Tell me father, has my play gotten good enough for you to enjoy?" Cinder asked but there was no reply. Only the constant smile projected by the paper cutout. Though it did not lessen the neglected princess's soft smile for she knew her father loved her. After all, he was the only member of her family who had ever sent a letter to her. Even if it had only been once he had vaguely apologized for all things that had ever happened to her and asked for her forgiveness. There had been nothing truly specific in the letter but it had been more than enough to convince Cinder that he was the only one who came even close to caring about her.
Sure there had been tutors that had come over the years but none of them ever lasted for long before they stopped coming and were replaced. So even when they barely kept coming anymore, Cinder did not care. All she wanted was to hone her shadow puppet plays that she enjoyed to the point her father would have no other choice but to smile at her.
"Are those steps?" Cinder suddenly exclaimed when the almost complete silence of the tower room was being invaded by distant sounds. Every day a single servant came to her to give her things or take things away. They never stayed long or even talked to her.
"My letter is ready my dear father, I hope to have it delivered today," the princess grinned with her almost unnaturally beautiful face while stroking her silky black hair. But no matter how intense her red eyes turned, the smiling shadow face on the wall did not stop smiling.
A single male servant pushed the door open while carrying a heavy water bucket and a bag. He placed them to the floor and reached for the empty counterparts that Cinder had left there.
"Excuse me, please don't leave yet," Cinder voiced with determination while clutching the latest letter she had written for her father. The male servant sent her a sideways glance and looked a bit hesitant. The princess was standing in the middle of the room with her demonic red eyes locked into him.
"Can you send my father a letter, I want to invite him to my twentieth birthday. I'm sure he would come if he gets my letter," Cinder began pleading while offering the letter. This was usually as far as she got with the servants so as the man in basic grey manual labor pants and shirt kept hesitating it alone made her smile a bit wider for him.
"Why would I do that?" the servant muttered. He was trying to avoid looking at Cinder's demonic red eyes but he did examine the shapes of her body that the sleeping gown showed a bit through.
"Please, it would mean so much to me. I don't have much but I can give you anything you want if you just make sure he gets this letter," Cinder kept pleading while trying to smile as widely as possible to show her almost unnaturally perfect pearly teeth.
"Anything you say," the servant mused and flashed a devious smile Cinder was not able to read. "Try asking me on your knees."
Without even a second of hesitation, the increasingly desperate princess dropped to her knees. She had one month to invite her father for her birthday and she was not going to waste even one of the times the servants came to visit.
"Please deliver this letter to my father. I would be in your debt," Cinder kept pleading and the servant approached her. He stopped right in front of her like her hands were offering the letter to his crotch. There was already an upward bulge in his grey pants.
"Like this, your eyes won't look as scary, almost pretty," the servant mused. "I will send your letter but you need to do something for me now instead of being in debt."
"Anything," Cinder eagerly nodded while looking up to the brown eyes of the servant.
"Follow my instruction carefully and if you do everything I say, I will deliver your letter," the servant said with a devious grin that Cinder was completely blind to while she kept nodding.
"Please instruct me, my tutors have always said I'm good at following instructions until they..." Cinder voiced until her words suddenly trailed off. If she told this man they kept abandoning her this man too might just leave but she did not want to lie about it as virtues of honesty were one of the things she had been well tutored in.
"Well then, put that letter away and come closer on your knees," the servant said with increasing excitement. First, the princess placed the letter respectfully on a side table before pondering how close she should get. Usually, she was only commanded to keep her distance and they were already pretty close.
"Like this?" Cinder asked with a head tilt while she moved forward to a distance that would let her hug the man's legs. Even as her heart beat faster, she felt no fear, she never had, not even when her tutors had disciplined her or when she spent her days alone.
"Yes, now lower my pants so you can have a good look at what is bulging them," the servant nodded. It made Cinder's eyes dilate. She did not remember ever any other person letting her touch them on purpose. And now she was being asked to do so.
Cinder swallowed hard while the two times she had accidentally touched her tutors during some lesson flashed into her mind. Both of the times they had angrily yelled at her even as she still had dreams about how pleasant the accidental skin on skin touch had been. So she reached her hands to trail the man's sides with gaping lips. Just thinking that she was going to touch him was enough to make her breathing a bit ragged.
The servant grinned widely while the gentle fingers of the princess gripped his pants and pulled them down. He helped her by untying the rope knot that kept them up and the moment he did so they fell.
"W-what is that?" Cinder exclaimed, she was now faced by a fully erect cock right in front of her red eyes.
"What's the matter? I thought you would be willing to do anything," the servant irked and gripped his hairy base to threaten Cinder's face with his tip.
"I am but what is that? It looks so delicious," Cinder uttered and licked a sudden rush of saliva from her lips. An odd burning sensation of hunger had suddenly awakened in her stomach that had been losing its appetite for months now.