(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk_0sUFUWKg/UsEhbmZMX8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/wsSHDdTkn44/s1600/Mara.jpg) Mara was nervous, excited and incredibly honoured.  She had been brought to the castle to be a lady-in-waiting to the Queen with that extra special skill that she could pleasure the Queen more so than the other ladies could.  Now she would be the personal slave to the King, a gift from Queen, there to pleasure them both, if they wished and how they wished.<br/><br/>Mara had been raised near to The Rose Garden, the brothel most people knew as just The Garden, born of one of the women that pleasured the rich Lords and Ladies that lived in or visited this realm as well as the accompanying soldiers and guards. She did not know which of the women was her mother, none of the girls raised to be a part of the brothel knew, neither did the women know which girl was her child. It was how it had always been. She’d been trained to be courteous and follow the directions of whomever bought her for a time. Her fiery red hair and soft green eyes with the spray of freckles over her nose made her a favourite. She maintained a lush figure of gentle curves. Soft breasts and full hips were contrasted by the narrow waist and slim legs that tapered to small feet.  She was not a large woman, standing a little over five feet four inches in her barefeet.<br/><br/>For a few years Mara had considered leaving The Garden and her sisters in pleasure.  It was not a glamorous lifestyle and not one she would have chosen, had she been given the choice. The women were little more than slaves earning their food and beds with the coin they earned for the brothel for their time. It was difficult to leave, though some women had done so over the years. Girls raised in or around The Garden were given some education. They could read and write and each could cook and clean as they all rotated preparing meals and tending to the brothel and its adjacent residence and orphanage.<br/><br/>Then she had been chosen. Mara was to be a Lady-in-waiting to the Queen.  She would be special, though, as she knew how to pleasure a woman more so than the average lady-in-waiting. For the past couple of years Mara had been a good servant to the Queen and was skilled at all of her duties. She had also managed to acquire his Majesty's eye.<br/><br/>It had been innocent glances at first, she had met his eyes and there would be a smile. It soon progressed, as these things often do. Mara could not help herself, the King being so handsome, she began to flirt more when she had the opportunity to be in his vicinity. Small things like a chance to bend low before him, allowing his eyes to catch a better view of her cleavage. Sometimes boldly winking at him. The Queen was not blind nor dumb (in either definition of the term) and decided to gift Mara to her husband.<br/><br/>Now Mara knelt on a large cushion between two chairs in front of a fire in the sitting room off of the main royal bed chamber.  She knew the bed well but perhaps now, she might share it with her King and Queen if they so desired. Unlike the heavier gown of a Lady-In-Waiting, Mara was now clothed very simply with a translucent wrap that hung to just below the curve of her bottom and tied behind her neck.  The single tie would let the fabric fall from her totally and leave her naked. Her long, brilliantly red hair was fashioned to be up and off of her neck and back so the King or Queen could inspect her fully without any hindrance. Her bare feet poked out from under her backside that was barely hinted at below the hem of the wrap. Mara promised herself she would remain calm and only behave as they wished but she was nervous and excited and a little worried she would say or do something wrong. Her role in the castle now changed and new rules may well be applied.