No.

“No…” She announced timidly as her eyes lingered on the earnest **** boy, naked before her and ready to please.

“No?” Jorg's expression saddened as he repeated the princess’ answer unable to hide his disappointment. “Why? Didn’t I please you enough? Didn’t I…”

His tantrum was cut short by a light flick to his forehead which brought his attention back to the princess. “Stop.” She ordered and Jorg went silent. “I do this for you, now take the morning off and get some rest.”

“But your Highness!?” Stealing his chin with her fingers she graced his lips with hers once more and proceeded to devour them.

She didn’t wish to deny the boy, truly it was difficult to be parted from him, but like a ****, she knew she’d grow addicted to his company and besides, she wanted some time alone to be herself for a moment.

The bathroom that belonged to the Imperial Princess was hardly what anyone would have called subtle. The room was akin to a Roman bath. Its walls graced with mosaics each a piece of art in its own right. Solid marble columns with vines made of pure gold coiled around them and a golden lion head fountain spew warm water into the pool below.

She sank to her knees in the mosaic-tiled hall and reached her hand into the waters which glistened and sparkled. it could’ve been mistaken for liquid gold. She drew her hand back, the water escaping her grasp, it was the perfect temperature.

They drowned the princess’ body in the glistening waters of the bath. It's wonders freed her of all her tension and she simply gave herself to relaxation.

Perhaps it was her wishful thinking, but she didn’t find herself alone for long, two maids had entered the bathroom soon after she arrived. The first maid she recognized to be Emily. The young girl held a tray holding one bottle of wine and an empty glass. She gave a curtsy as if she was going through the motions. She made her way to the pool and placed the tray down before taking the bottle of wine and filling the glass.

The other woman watched the younger maid perform her duties like a hawk and gave the impression of superiority over them. Leaning against the pool’s edge, the princess raised a brow at the woman she didn’t know, she clearly was a maid, that was made obvious by the way she presented herself with a curtsy the same as Emily, but instead of a uniform, she wore a bathrobe.

“Your Highness?” Emily asked with a mousey voice. The girl held out the glass of wine to the woman bathing who took it from her, the maid stole a breath and knelt beside the pool, sweating from its heat.

She drank the wine, tasting the expense as she gulped it down and licked her lips. She noticed Emily staring.

“Emily!” The shout made the poor girl jump as she looked to the other maid. “The princess’s glass is empty.”

“R-right!” Immediately Emily reached for the bottle only to be met with her princess taking the bottle and refilling the glass for herself.

“I can refill my own glass thank you very much.” Emily stopped shaking from her fright and collected herself thanks to the princess’ intervention. “Emily wait outside and take twenty.”

“Take twenty?” She repeated her lady’s words not knowing what she meant.

“As in taking a twenty-minute break.” She stated bluntly before she drank from her glass.

Emily looked back and forth between the back of the princess’ head to the other maid’s glare as if she didn’t know who to be more afraid of. Finally, she rested on the one who could actually have her executed on a whim and left the room.

The princess held her back to the other woman. She had no intention of speaking to her, but the silence began to eat away at her. She held the glass up, turning it to spy the maid’s reflection within it.

The woman looked around the same age as Alexandra, she sat peacefully beside her princess with a beautiful face, dark brown hair, occasionally appearing black, which typically fell below her waist. She had the ideal regal posture but something about it was false, she appeared noble but held herself like a mannequin on display as if she was putting on an act of nobility.

“So you're Emily’s boss? Don’t think you were a bit hard on her?” Her voice broke the silence.

“As head maid, it is my responsibility to make sure she understands her own duties. That girl may someday have my position and so must understand your needs and wants to the fullest.”

“So it’s my fault?” She seemed awfully protective of Emily but truthfully this woman pissed her off as she reminded them of her own boss.

“Yes, your highness.”

She had to blink twice at the maid’s answer. Looking back at the woman’s reflection she didn’t find an expression on it. Ultimately, she couldn’t even bring herself to be mad, only laugh.

“Well, aren’t you brave? I assume that’s why you think you can come in here not wearing your maid uniform.” She pointed the fact out as if it was a rude gesture. She wanted to see this woman sweat. “So what was your plan? Take a bath once I was done?”

She smirked as if she just successfully caught a mouse in a trap but unbeknownst to her she was dealing with a cat. “Tsk!”

‘Did she just tsk me?! Who the hell does she think she is?!’

“Don’t act sly with me your highness, you know perfectly well why I am here.”

‘Like hell I do?!’

Finally, the living statue moved, standing up she took her belt off and the tightly fixed robe came apart. It spilled a large-breasted model of a woman, her figure inviting with curves in all the right places. The princess didn’t have long to process what was going on before the maid had joined her.

“Your Highness, please turn around.”

Some time passed between the two women bathing together. She felt unable to move, but as the soap on her breasts glistened like seals beneath the flow of water, she began to relax.

The maid had washed every inch of her royal body. She had wrapped her in an enormous towel, soft as a robe. The princess dipped her toe into the water's edge as the maid calmly combed her golden hair as if it was a holy relic.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve done this.” She said with nostalgia. “You usually have your concubine to do this for you but today this glorious hair is all mine!”

She didn’t reply to busy sulking.

“Alexandra look at me.”

‘Who is this woman and why is she so familiar with Alexandra?’ The princess’ name captured her but she refused to look at them.

“Remember yourself.” She said to the maid coldly who dropped all pretext. She felt her oversized breasts press against her back as the woman hugged her from behind.