Servant of Jotunheim

Dahlia

It is the day of Princess Dahlia's arrival on Asgard and the King, along with the Queen Mother are waiting in the throne room. Myself and a few other servants are standing by awaiting our orders when the princess is finally announced.

Guard: "My King. Princess Dahlia of Svartalfheim".

As the doors are opened, everyone is excited, including myself as I had never actually seen a real princess with my own eyes before.

We are all taken aback when she enters, almost as if she were walking on air, gracefully and effortlessly gliding across the golden floor of the throne room surrounded by four of her own female servants.

I cannot read the King's expression when he rises from his throne to greet her, but there is no doubt in my mind that she is incredibly beautiful.

Princess Dahlia is tall and statuesque, with smooth olive skin entirely, free of imperfection and her plump lips are luscious and red.

She has sparkling brown eyes and long chocolate coloured hair that she wears pulled back, high and tight, strategically worn that way to display her long slender neck and rather ample bosom.

Her choice of a tight fitting red gown only accentuates her already womanly figure in a clear effort to entice the King's attentions.

She curtsies as he takes her hand and places a gentle kiss on the back of it as they gaze into each other's eyes.

Loki: "Princess Dahlia, it is a pleasure to finally have you here on Asgard" he smiles politely.

Dahlia: "Allfather, it is a great honour. I am humbled to be in your presence".

Frigga: "It is wonderful to finally meet you, Princess Dahlia".

Dahlia: "On behalf of my kingdom; we offer our sincerest condolences for the passing of the former King".

Loki: "Thank you princess, it is much appreciated".

Frigga: "We would like you to join us for dinner in the grand hall this evening as our honoured guest".

Dahlia: "I would be delighted" she smiles sweetly as she is lead away to the guest chambers.

Soon after, I walk back to the royal chambers alongside the King, but he seems quieter than his usual self until he asks me an unexpected question.

Loki: "What are your first impressions of our guest?"

Me: "She is rather beautiful" I answer honestly.

Loki: "She certainly is".

Me: "Why do you ask, my King?"

Loki: "I value your opinion, Anya".

Me: "Surely the King of Asgard does not require the opinion of his servant?"

Loki: "But I appreciate the opinion of my friend".

Me: "You consider me to be a friend?"

Loki: "We enjoy each other's company, do we not? You are one of the very few people in this realm that I genuinely enjoy the company of".

Me: "I enjoy your company also, my King".

I cannot help but feel rather pleased that the King now views me this way.