Mirelah;
"How does one look pleased on command!?"
She tilts her head before rushing over to me. She suddenly pinches my cheeks lightly, and I gasp.
"Ow…!"
"Perfect," she beams, and I gawk at her.
"What was that for?!"
"Now, you look like a woman who had a very satisfying night…" She whispers. I'm about to respond when the door opens, and a young maid steps in.
I quickly straighten myself, and Meadow waves the maid forward. Already stepping into the position of my chief lady in waiting.
"Please freshen up the room. Her Highness had a… long evening. The place needs to be reorganised." She speaks, and my eyes widen ever so slightly as I struggle to keep a calm face.
The maid's eyes flick toward the bed, and her cheeks take a deep crimson shade as her eyes dart back down.
"Yes, ma'am," she replies, bowing low, and I struggle to bite back a smirk.
