<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/FhB61M6.jpg)</div><br/>Tehr turned the queen's face towards his and kissed her lips gently and smiled,<strong> "Yours,"</strong>he whispered back before releasing her.  Then as she started to sashay away he lightly swatted her on the ass with his palm, sending her hopping forwards and scurrying towards the private bath.  He smiled and called back towards the door,<strong> "Just another minute please."</strong><br/><br/>He moved to the great windows in the lounge and opened them, letting in fresh spring morning air, which immediately lessened some of the musky smell of sex that had drifted in from the bedchamber.  Then he went and found his magical bracer and strapped it to his wrist.  Enacting the magical glamour within he clad himself in an illusionary robe that would be appropriate of the station he held, and would not be shocking due to lack of modesty.  In fact other than the bare feet, his hands to the wrist, the only flesh that showed on his body was a small triangle of his chest below the neck.  Of course he knew he was still nude, but unless the servant was able to see through illusions, it would be fine.  Not that he overly much cared if a servant did see him naked, but he understood that illusion was important in the palace.  The illusion of modesty of course, one he had to adopt at times.<br/><br/>He gathered his staff as well, for he felt it made him look more dignified and somewhat regal, before pulling shut the doors to the bed room.  Between the doors and the now open windows in the sitting area, that should help with most of the smells of lust that filled the bedroom.  He decided while the queen bathed he would start to work on cleaning her sheets with his magic.  It was a mundane task, and one that was beneath him.  But again he thought she might appreciate it somewhat if her servants weren't exposed to sheets that had been drenched with practically bucket loads of sexual fluid.  Since he hadn't used his easy clean spell, it would take a long time to clean all of the bedding.  Prestidigitation could clean about ten cubic feet of material every minute, but it was a very large bed, and there were several blankets and sheets after all.  But no matter.<br/><br/>He sighed, knowing that the sitting room looked as presentable as possible in that moment and was just about to call for the servant to enter when he heard the queen begin singing softly over the sounds of her bathing.  He couldn't help but smile, a singing woman in the morning usually meant that he had done a very good job the night before.<strong>"Ok, you may enter now,"</strong>he called out to the door.<br/><br/>He stood on the far side of the room, trying to look dignified as he held his magical staff.  Maybe from across the room the servant might not spot how his face was scrubbed clean, but still bore traces of dried pussy juices, especially in his hair.  Hopefully from a distance he would just still look sleep bedraggled and not much more.  The young woman entered and he smiled at her.  She wore a garment that was both simple and at the same time somehow quite elegant.  Purple silk with gold trim spoke of a level of wealth befitting a servant of the queen.  But it was cut and styled in a very basic shape, which spoke to her station.  It was the kind of dress that a royal handmaiden might wear or that a noble woman might wear when 'dressing down.'  He smiled as she entered and said,<strong>"The queen does certainly know how to surround herself with those who have great intrinsic value does she not?"</strong>He was pleased at working the word into a conversation, as well as the double meaning of his sentence, which could be offering a compliment to the servant or equally be an utterance of self praise.<strong>"You can set the breakfast up on the table there, the queen is, as you may hear, in her bath at the moment."</strong>