The servant

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the palace gardens, Mrs. Marina stirred from her slumber in her modest abode nestled amidst the verdant foliage. Unlike the opulent chambers of her masters, her bedroom was simple yet cozy, its walls adorned with faded tapestries and rustic furnishings.

With a contented sigh, Mrs. Marina rose from her bed, the soft fabric of her humble nightgown clinging to her slender figure like a second skin. Her movements were graceful, each step a testament to the quiet elegance that defined her presence in the palace.

As she dressed for the day ahead, Mrs. Marina selected a simple yet elegant dress, its muted tones a stark contrast to the vibrant colors favored by the Krassivy family. And though her attire was more modest than that of her masters, there was a quiet dignity to her appearance that set her apart from the other inhabitants of the palace.

As she fastened the buttons of her dress, Mrs. Marina couldn't help but notice the way the fabric gently hugged her curves, accentuating her slender waist and delicate frame. And though she was but a humble servant in the eyes of the world, there was a quiet confidence in her demeanor that spoke volumes of her inner strength and resilience.

But it was the subtle curve of her C cup breasts that truly set her apart, their perky form visible beneath the fabric of her dress, a testament to her natural beauty and grace. And though they were but a small part of her overall appearance, they added a touch of femininity and allure to her presence that was impossible to ignore.

As she stepped out into the crisp morning air, her heart filled with hope and anticipation, Mrs. Marina couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the life she led. For even though her path may be humble, she knew that she was blessed with a beauty and grace that transcended the confines of her station in life.

And as she made her way towards the main building of the palace, her thoughts turned to her own desires and aspirations. "One day," she whispered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "One day, I will have a family of my own, a love that is truly mine. And when that day comes, I will cherish it with all my heart, for it will be a gift beyond compare." With a determined smile, Mrs. Marina continued on her path, her eyes alight with the promise of a future filled with hope and possibility.