Not the kind of cooling down I was expecting

I sigh as the hot water gently touches my skin. And as I let my body settle down at the bottom of the large, yet simple wooden tub, Joana immediately orders me to turn around. Then, her fingers start dancing through my stubborn long red hair, rubbing and intertwining with it. All in an effort to remove as much knits from them as possible.

As she washes my hair I feel a soft pressure against my back as her large bountiful D-cup breasts are accidentally pressed against it. It actually feels pretty nice. Her boobs so much different than my own meager chest. This soft pliant bounciness is making me able to get why guys seem to like them so much. Heck, maybe I'm even beginning to like them too.

"I'm really glad your father decided that I would be a good choice to be your handmaiden. Who knows into what horrible alliance my family would have **** me." She playfully jested with me, in a way that you would expect from girls when they get together.

I knew from my father that her house, the 'De Blaisy', only held a pretty small county estate under the duke of Bleichröde, and they were basically completely reliant on whatever diplomacy deals they could get to increase their standing in the realm. So come to think of it, their daughter now being a handmaiden of the queen must have drastically improved their luck.

Apparently, without me noticing, one of her hands had stopped washing my hair as her arm wraps around my waist and she tenderly rubs my flat belly, as if I was already expecting. The soft feminine hand feeling pleasantly warm on my naked skin. "I can't believe the council would actually **** you like this. Although I guess, we live in a man's world after all. And you can't deny that the kingdom would still need to get a new heir if it wants to continue to exist."

"So tell me, have you already been seeing any guys lately?" Joana looks at me inquisitively.

I bashfully blush at Joana's words with me having no such experience yet whatsoever, and I tell her as such. "I don't really know what I should do, will you help me?" I ask after rinsing the rest of my slender body. Joana nods. "Yeah ofcourse, that's what would really make me your lady-in-waiting, isn't it?" Then, while she speaks, a barely recognizable smile appears on her face and in her eyes a little sparkle. Kind of as if she's already picturing me with whatever handsome man her young mind could come up with. I sigh. Maybe I asked the wrong person to help me out, but at least I won't have to worry about having to let some ugly old geezer enjoy my otherwise pristine youthful body...

"Ah, I know!" Joana proclaims. Her words elated with a cheerful joy. "Let's have an awesome sleepover!" "Then there's no way some stranger would try to come in and **** himself on you tonight."