Aurora's Own Laundress

She gracelessly passed the small gate the kept the deer and sheep from the owners garden.

"Umm, excuse me.", Aurora tried, dying in a squeak, "I need some help."

Aurora could hear the sounds of someone inside. She could smell the stink of soap and other noxious chemicals, tinged with the sweet scent of perfume, a familiar smell.

She tried, yet louder, "EXCUSE ME! I'M LOST!", and trembled inside with not but the blade of the sword covering her quivering quim.

"Aye! And more than that!", called the red-headed woman!

Aurora instantly recognized her, it was her laundress!

That meant she was on her estate, near her castle!

But had she been found out?

It seemed not.

"Here, she cried, get this on!"

And tossed a flash of fabric at her.

Aurora dropped her sword and awkwardly clasped her hands, catching it with her flat chest.

"Thanks!", Aurora yelped.

"No trouble, they can do for now! They are my lady's, but truth be told a doubt anyone can get them as dirty as she does! And as she has a penchant for childish undies they should well fit you, except in shape, though see, your belly holds them up!"

"Yes, it does.", Aurora agreed quietly.

"And I bet with a big belly like that you are hungry being lost as you are."

Aurora nodded.

"Well, this will care for that.", and gave her a bowl she ladeled with a steaming liquid.

Aurora blew and sucked greedily upon it.

"So who are you, and from where are you lost?"

Aurora gulp and sputtered, pausing to think before answering.