Take Lunch Alone

You decide to take lunch alone, returning to your chambers where your servant is laying out your meal, a miniature feast of steak and stew. It smells wonderful, as it always does, and you realize as you sit at your dining table just how hungry your meeting with Lady Ellia has made you. Your servant, a short girl by the name of Vee, leans over you to square your cutlery before stepping away with a small bow.

"Asked the kitchens to cook it as you like," Vee says, a small smile on her face -- though you've known her since childhood, you don't know that you've ever seen her smile grow larger than that, as if her face was simply not built to smile fully. Still, she's always been the kindest of your servants, of an age with you, and at times it almost felt as though you were just regular, common friends, rather than a prince and his attendant.

She started wearing her hair short only recently, and you think she looks better for it, her hair like a pixie's, showing off the full length of her neck above her simple serving dress of grey cloth. You realize you are staring at her, only as she shifts her arms to cover her chest -- smaller by far than Lady Ellia's, but you've never begrudged her her size. In fact, something about her smaller chest was enticing, erotic in its own right... You lick your lips, but have the wherewithal to look down at your food as you do, to make it seem as though your mind is only on the food. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes," you say, taking a bite of your steak, cooked so rare it melts in your mouth. You wonder if the magic you used on your suitors would work on others around the castle as well. You hold Vee's eyes in your own, attempting to compel her to speak the truth. "Tell me, Vee, do you ever fantasize about what you might do to your prince, if you knew there would be no consequences?"

"My prince?" She asks, seemingly confused. "I s'pose I've never thought of it." You wonder if your magic did not work on her, or if she is simply telling the truth, revealing her innocence to you. "Have you fantasized of what you might do, if you weren't a prince? I guess I just focus more on what's in front of me. The next task, the next thing. I like serving you, I don't mind the smallness, the simple way, of my own little life."

It seems she is truly just this innocence. The thought of it almost makes you laugh. You take another bite of your steak while she waits, ready to clean the table once you've finished. You wonder about the other magic Balthazar gave you: The power to manipulate people... though he did say to use it only in emergencies, and that forcing others to bend to your will could backfire horribly. And you don't want to hurt Vee, not really.

She pushes a small tuft of her brown hair behind her ear, giving you another small smile. Her teeth are pearly, an odd thing for a servant, but nonetheless beautiful -- for the tiny glimpse of white you can see in her slightly opened mouth. She is, in her own right, completely unlike Lady Ellia, a majesty to look at. Perhaps you should try exerting only a small amount of influence... a test of your prowess...

"Vee, I would like you... try fantasizing tonight," you say, your voice laced with your new magical essence. Vee squints and then rubs her eye, like she's been hit by a sudden wave of lethargy, or a particularly annoying headache.

"About what, my prince?" She manages to ask through a held-back yawn.

"About me," you suggest. "About things you might wish we do together. Anything at all, anything that touches your heartstrings." She places a hand over her chest, thinking of her heart. You let out a sigh, releasing the strain of magic upon your own voice. You will have to see where this ends up, come the following day... As it stands now, all you can do is finish your meal -- though, if you aren't mistaken, beneath the simple cloth of her dress, you are almost certain you see the outline of her erect nipples, poking against the fabric.

You wonder exactly what it is she's thinking about, what fantasies she's already begun exploring in her mind... She cleans your meal in silence, excusing herself before quickly running from the room.

You find yourself once again hard, and think of calling upon Lady Ellia's chambers once again. But your mind is stuck on Vee, now, as well, the small serving girl who is probably rubbing herself raw in her own little closet-chamber, thinking of all the things she would like to do to you... And there are still more suitors to meet, aren't there? You can get through at least another meeting today, if not two, if you are quick about it... Or you could remain in bed, fucking your own hand, waiting to see what might happen next...