- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Futanari
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, romance, yaoi/yuri, vampires (non-twilight vampires preferred) though right now I'm VERY interested in finding a romance fantasy
Meilin had hurried off to work on the dress and had once again gotten her shirt wet from the splash of the water. She sighed. she would go through more shirts than was necessary on this trip. What would that say about her lovely guards position? Not the best.
As she bent over the tub was again found thinking of the food she'd left out for Ely. She hoped that he'd either ate it or packed it back up in his or the princess pack without too much though. She was already envisioning thirty, at least, lashings for her contemptuous attitude displayed towards the noble in the first day. If she was lucky she wouldn't fo it any more. Her inner voice laughed at her. She had never dealt with nobles on a daily basis. She knew that one of her status was to say 'yes my lord' or 'no my lord' depending on the question. Why was it so hard to keep that in mind when around that man? When she found that the dress was as clean as it was going to get--there was hardly a hint that horse dung had graced it's front--she rose and was about to head towards the front of the stables when something slammed into her.
Back into the horses watering troff she went. Soaked were her clothes, her hair, her entire body. Her clean white shirt was now more or less see-through through her breast band protected the outside world from seeing her to that extent for it was a grey material that didn't go see-through very easily. This did not help however that she sat where every horse drank and where she'd already washed two shirts with dung on them. She looked up but no one was around--the culprit having fled the moment he--or she--had made sure that the stupid guard had gotten drenched. Her shoulders slumped for a moment as she got out of the troff and fished the beautiful dress that she'd managed to keep more or less dry up to this point. The silks and ribbons hung limp and looked absolutely hideous in this state. It did not ease her mind when she figured that with all the silks and ribbons and layers that this dress was worth more than the guardswoman would ever make in her lifetime unless she found a treasure that she kept to herself and didn't hand over to the crown which was simply suicide.
She walked, defeated towards where the horses were waiting, the dress hung over her shoulder. It wouldn't matter that Ely had dirtied the dress first--they always blamed the city folk. She emerged just as Ely came to a stumbling halt in his speech about how he'd dirtied the dress.
Her blond hair dripping down her face the woman walked forward and presented the ruined dress to the princess. "Your highness, while cleaning the dress I made a mistake and tripped into the troff. I fear that the dress is ruined, your highness," Meilin told the princess, feeling very self-conscious of how most of her upper body was seen through her shirt that stuck to the paler skin. Unlike the guardswomen that hadn't felt the least bit of shame taking off their shirts and working in breast bands alone, Meilin had always worked with a shirt on thus giving her skin underneath the material a creamy gold next to her tanned appearance on her arms and face from days of work.
As she bent over the tub was again found thinking of the food she'd left out for Ely. She hoped that he'd either ate it or packed it back up in his or the princess pack without too much though. She was already envisioning thirty, at least, lashings for her contemptuous attitude displayed towards the noble in the first day. If she was lucky she wouldn't fo it any more. Her inner voice laughed at her. She had never dealt with nobles on a daily basis. She knew that one of her status was to say 'yes my lord' or 'no my lord' depending on the question. Why was it so hard to keep that in mind when around that man? When she found that the dress was as clean as it was going to get--there was hardly a hint that horse dung had graced it's front--she rose and was about to head towards the front of the stables when something slammed into her.
Back into the horses watering troff she went. Soaked were her clothes, her hair, her entire body. Her clean white shirt was now more or less see-through through her breast band protected the outside world from seeing her to that extent for it was a grey material that didn't go see-through very easily. This did not help however that she sat where every horse drank and where she'd already washed two shirts with dung on them. She looked up but no one was around--the culprit having fled the moment he--or she--had made sure that the stupid guard had gotten drenched. Her shoulders slumped for a moment as she got out of the troff and fished the beautiful dress that she'd managed to keep more or less dry up to this point. The silks and ribbons hung limp and looked absolutely hideous in this state. It did not ease her mind when she figured that with all the silks and ribbons and layers that this dress was worth more than the guardswoman would ever make in her lifetime unless she found a treasure that she kept to herself and didn't hand over to the crown which was simply suicide.
She walked, defeated towards where the horses were waiting, the dress hung over her shoulder. It wouldn't matter that Ely had dirtied the dress first--they always blamed the city folk. She emerged just as Ely came to a stumbling halt in his speech about how he'd dirtied the dress.
Her blond hair dripping down her face the woman walked forward and presented the ruined dress to the princess. "Your highness, while cleaning the dress I made a mistake and tripped into the troff. I fear that the dress is ruined, your highness," Meilin told the princess, feeling very self-conscious of how most of her upper body was seen through her shirt that stuck to the paler skin. Unlike the guardswomen that hadn't felt the least bit of shame taking off their shirts and working in breast bands alone, Meilin had always worked with a shirt on thus giving her skin underneath the material a creamy gold next to her tanned appearance on her arms and face from days of work.