In what amounts to the royal backyard

The woods surrounding the royal castle had never been very big to start with, but had shrunk even more over the past year or two as more and more trees had been cut down by peasants in need of wood and the royal family's own mismanagement of such a precious resource.

Now, it was little more than a thin veneer of its past self and only about 10 acres in all. Of course, all of the finest trees and plants had already been harvested from it, leaving nothing but the most inhospitable of prickly shrubs and gnarled trees with low-hanging branches.

Greta sighs as she looks around while the exhausted Belinda plops her bare tushie right onto the ground, miraculously avoiding the nearest thorn bush by just a hair.

The naked queen slowly runs her hands over her body as she begins to shiver from the cold.

"I say, Greta?" Belinda imperiously commands as the busty blonde's lips tremble. "Fetch me a robe, will you? I feel a draft."

"I'm sorry majesty, but I don't have anything..." the weary maid starts to reply, only to freeze in fear when she realizes she is in just the tattered remains of her slip. It's little more than a few scraps now, haphazardly hanging from her body and exposing her expensive, and matching, light blue bra and panties. "...I don't have anything you can use right now," Greta admits as sweat beads on her forehead and her cheeks turn crimson.

"Well this certainly wont do!" Belinda haughtily replies. "Getting me up in the middle of the night, and spiriting me away like this?" She blindly gestures. "Unacceptable!"

Does... does she realize she's naked? Greta wonders to herself.

"I'm the queen, you know." Belinda pouts as she crosses her arms, making her whole body jiggle. "I demand respect!"

"Um... majesty?" Greta quietly whispers. "Do... do you know what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" The legally blind blonde asks as she bats her eyes.