The Queen's Maid

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Warning: This story contains multiple explicit 18+ scenes. I do not want to spoil the reading experience, so I will not warn before they happen.

Enjoy :)

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The first time I met her, all I saw were feet.

Smooth, delicate, and pale.

They glided in front of me, peeking out from under a dancing crimson silk. Every so often, the red fabric lifted just enough for the ankles to be exposed—the equally smooth, delicate, and pale ankles.

Tap, tap, tap.

Every time her feet touched the wooden floor, they were soft, quick, and gentle. As if they were barely landing, as if she were afloat and hovering, as if she were a goddess gracing the earth with her presence.

And I could not stop staring at her.

Or rather, what I was allowed to see of her—her feet.

And occasionally, her ankles.

"Your Majesty, please," the head palace lady cried out next to me.

"No."

The Queen's voice sent a shudder through me. It was cold and sullen, like a defiant winter chill in the middle of spring. But it was also velvety and soft. So, so soft. Like her feet. Like the satin dress caressing her ankles.

Curiosity burnt inside me. I craved to find out what she looked like. I needed to look at her. But I could not. I was a low-ranked maid, and I had to keep my body low and my head bowed.

"Your Majesty, I beg you," the head palace lady continued. "Please try it, at least."

"No."

"But you have not eaten properly for days, Your Majesty."

"No."

"But you requested this dish, Your Majesty. The royal chefs spent hours on this."

The pacing stopped. The pair of feet was now right in front of me. Billowing red silk caressed the Queen's ankles, flaunting them for mere moments only to hide them again, mocking me and my growing desire. Teasing me.

I gulped.

Then, a swish—and bronze plates clattered to the ground, their contents splattering all over. My body clenched but I remained in place.

The head palace lady gasped. "Your Majesty!"

"I said no, Sanggung."

The four words were a quiet whisper, but they reverberated throughout the room, sending yet another shudder through me.

The older woman slumped on the floor and whimpered. "But... Your Majesty..."

"I'm heading back to my quarters," the Queen said.

With that, the feet pivoted around and drifted away. I watched as they became smaller and smaller, while my heart sank lower and lower.

When the Queen stepped across the sill of the sliding door, I mustered up every bit of my courage and finally lifted my head.

The only thing I saw was red.

Long, flowing red. It was the silk robe that had been taunting me. It covered the rest of the Queen's body, only leaving the feet exposed. Golden embroidery covered the back, filled with intricate patterns I did not understand.