Your Father's Old Mistress and her Daughter

You first inspect the older woman. They are still a good distance away but the older woman seems a little relieved to have run into you while the younger woman appears to be a tad bit nervous. The older of the two has lovely slim and healthy body figure complemented by her pretty pale skin and gorgeous ample breasts; the idealized hourglass figure. She has long black hair which is expertly groomed and is dressed conservatively. Her feminine face displays a level of maturity, not at all girlish, and seems intimidating and stern.

The younger woman, who is close to your age, is the younger version of the older woman. A strong resemblance there is but significant differences as well. Her long black hair is just as well groomed and her skin pale. With her hands clasped and her head bowed in modesty, she is not the intimidating figure that the older woman is. While slim, she does not have the same hourglass figure. She is more plump when compared to the other woman, having rosy, round cheeks and much large breasts. And unlike the older woman, she is dressed more extravagantly and more attractive. She wears a sleeveless decolletage dress which shows her pale arms and plentiful cleavage.

"Greetings, young King. What luck we managed to walk into you. We've been meaning to talk to you." The older woman says respectfully.

"And who might you ladies be?"

"Oh yes, how careless of us not to introduce ourselves. My King, I'm sure you have heard of me. I am Lisandra. I was your father's mistress." The older woman, Lisandra, says.

Oh yes. Like most marriages between the nobility, your parents marriage was for political and pragmatic reasons. While your parents respected each other, there was no love between them. Your mother allowed your father a lone mistress if he did not sire bastards with her. As far as you know, he kept his word. After he died but before you were made King, Lisandra quickly gave up her position as royal mistress and quickly left for her home village from the mournful funeral of your father. You never got to meet her, only her secondhand stories of her.

"My most sincere apologies for not congratulating you. Circumstances at the time prevented me from doing so." She says with remorse. "That is among the many things I wanted to talk to you about. But first, let me introduce to you my daughter." She taps the girl's back and urges her forward.

"My-my King," she stammers, "it is my honor to finally meet you. I am Holda, the daughter of your father's mistress."

You narrow your eyes as you whisper, "My father's mistress's daughter."

Lisandra quickly interjects, "She's my daughter born out of wedlock. I had her prior to meeting your father and being brought here to be his royal mistress. To my shame, I had to leave her in the care of her grandparents so I could take the role of royal mistress." She turns to her daughter, "I hope you could forgive me for being absent, my dear."

"It is allright, mother. Grandmother and grandfather raised me the best they could and you did visit whenever you could."

Lisandra's eyes starts to get teary. "Oh my little girl. You've grown so beautiful."

You cough to grab their attention. As much as this would have been an emotional for them, it is time wasted. "You wanted to talk to me. About what?"