Emily Thremoult, Virgin Baroness (Fantasy world)

Emily opened her eyes. It was her first day of officially being a ruler. Her brother, the last male of her family, returned home from that dreadful war. In a coffin. He was buried yesterday just a day after Emily's 18th birthday. She was now the owner of the village, the land, and the castle. The village was small, only a few dozen families lived there, but it had its own charm. The castle was old, crumbling, and unfit both for defense and living in. The land consisted of fertile farming plots and a small river full of fish but the area was not large enough to make Emily's baroness title meaningful.

Emily didn't live in the castle, her family had their own house in the village. It was the largest building there but no one in their right mind would call it a manor. Even her own bedroom was very modest: two beds(one for her personal servant), a desk, a chair, and a large chest full of various attires. Not something one would expect from a noblewoman's bedroom.

Karla, a 33-year-old woman, was Emily's servant since her early childhood. And tonight, for the first time since Emily was twelve and afraid of night monsters, she spent the night in the 18-year-old's room. Emily just couldn't be alone after burying the last member of the family. Her mother died many years ago and her father and both of her brothers perished in this damned war with orcs which was waged far away from here.

Karla was a kind and caring woman. She had been with Emily since she was a child. Her own husband, who also was at the war, failed to bless his woman with her own children and sometimes their relationships seemed more like one of a mother and a daughter than of a lady and a servant. But there was something else, something no one but the young ruler knew. Emily was attracted to this woman in a forbidden way. The way that could result in execution, or, in a noblewoman's case, **** imprisonment in a monastery of one of the stricter gods. Emily was ashamed and scared of those urges and did everything she could to suppress them.

"Good morning, my lady." Somehow Karla looked stunning even in a simple peasant dress. Her curves were beautiful and Emily couldn't help but admire them: round breasts like two ripe fruits, wide hips with no hint of fat, and long legs ending in small, elegant feet. Karla's face, her dense brows and deep brown eyes were serene and calm, offering so badly needed comfort to her young mistress.

Emily, who was wearing a long white silken nightgown, was laying in the bed unable to **** herself up. Her long blond hair was tangled and her face was pale and tired. Even her angelic blue eyes weren't bright and curious like they used to be. Apart from a very feminine face, and big, juicy nipples, that were very visible through the fabric of her nightgown, the young baroness Thremoult didn't possess stunning beauty, her body was more like one of a young male squire, including some muscles - the result of living in a countryside and playing with village children.

"I am not sure it is good, Karla," the young ruler said. "We are running out of money and I have to find a way to get some to pay my 'glorious' army consisting of those three old veterans unfit for a real war. And we do need someone guarding us from bandits."

Karla nodded understandingly. "Don't worry. Harvest is soon. People will sell some and pay their taxes."

"That is if we will be able to harvest it properly, all our young men are still at war." Few feudals would call their peasants we, but Karla knew every resident of the village and they were people for her not just subjects to extract taxes from.

Emily finally **** herself to sit up in bed. She felt miserable and exhausted, but she had to keep going. She was never meant to be a ruler. She was supposed to be married away to some nobleman her father would choose, and live a calm life of relative luxury. Now, even finding a husband was one of many tasks that fell on her shoulders.

"My lady, you don't look good. You really don't. But I think I have something to cheer you up," Karla turned around and made a few steps toward her bed. Even in her depressed state, Emily couldn't help but ogle those magnificent asscheeks. "Your mother asked to give you this on your 18th birthday but I didn't want to do it before your brother's funeral."

She came back with a pendant. It was made of silver and had a small diamond in the middle. "It will look great on you, my lady."

"Looks like I found a way to get some money," Emily's sad smile was mixed with relief. "But I should at least try it on myself, right?" She took the necklace and put it around her neck. It fit perfectly, accentuating her feminine features. The diamond sparkled in the light and something strange happened. It was like a cool wave of energy, which invigorated the young baroness. Her mind became flooded by creative and energetic thoughts that weren't quite her own but Emily failed to notice it. She was out of a depressed state for the first time in months and was receptive to this change.

"What dress do you want to put on today, my lady?" Karla asked happily oblivious to why her lady looked so relieved.