Marissa

You hear somebody whispering, then your wife strides in, in her best court dress and all. You see the hints of her wearing sandals and not much else underneath, and appreciate the soft sway of her hips. Ah, she was a beauty to behold indeed. "There you are, my king." She smiles and approaches your desk, followed by a shy, petite woman with auburn hair and a simple, brown-and-linnen dress with a high collar. Her hair was bound into a bun, and her hazel eyes darted around before fixing on your for a moment before adverting her eyes. She curtsies and remains standing behind your wife. "I knew that I would find you here, King Bryce. This is Annika. She is quite the librarian and knows many different languages as well as how to write."

"Yes, milady." The woman was quiet like a mouse. You try to guess her age - perhaps twenty, twenty-one winters?

Marissa bows over the desk to you, her cleavage almost spilling out. "You need somebody who takes care of all this reading and other boring stuff. She is quite ... talented. Let her handle it." And, with a glance, she adds: "Also, I think you will find her quite enjoyable. She's not always so spry." Marissa's lips curl to a seductive smile as she gets up again, and steps beside the woman who seems to enjoy the presence of books more than the presence of people. "Please, Annika dear. Present yourself to the King, as is proper here." Annika looks up to your Queen, then at you shyly. "My name is Annika. I am twenty-four winters old, and was born the only daughter to a trader who fell in ruin as his buisnesspartner outmaneuvered him. I learned how to read and write early on. It would be a great honor and pleasure to work for you, my King. The Queen Marissa took care of me when I first arrived here at the castle, and gave me a place to stay and to work. She was always pleased with me, my results and my thoroughness."

Marissa nods just at the right points and beams at you. Pressing her cleavage into the womans neck, she rubs Annikas shoulders and nods again. "I leave the two of you alone, I need to speak with the chambermaid about the wine and certain dresses..." She curtsies, and you nod. Annika seems to grow even smaller and looks up at you when you rise from your chair. "Please, do come closer. I do have a task for you, already." She approaches with soft steps and studies the books on your desk, flipping a page here, looking at a title there. You study the work of her small, delicate fingers. "I am researching into economics and the Forrest" you say and point at the parchments with your scrawling. "At the same time?" Annika asks, then puts her hand over her mouth and blushes. "I mean, I...milord...what I meant was, my king."

You smile at her generously. "It is forgiven, Annika. Yes, at the same time. I was bored after the court meeting this morning, so I needed some distraction."

"And you want me to finish this task for you, my lord?"

You nod. Annika beams happily at you. "Well, milord, just show me where everything is and I will get started right away." She looks at you expectantly.