<strong>"A bit of <em>refinement </em>on your mannerism?" </strong>Phera blinked after repeating the words the prince directed at her<br/><strong><br/>"Well my prince it does seem more eyes and ears than just yours are observing our rapport so your reason for suggesting subtly if well taken. Perhaps this be formal opportunity I desire unfold forthwith, or if not then something that can soon be managed into such Queens, prince and princess graces given" </strong>Phera waited for a moment then noticed most of the crowd had become silent reacting to the queens curiosity of the scene.<br/><br/>Phera then addressed the crowd in its entirety<br/><br/><strong>"My fellow elves of the proud Kingdom of Mystoria, my name is Phera a humble herbalist of a nature which confirms all rumors of such you have heard of. I have presented a desire for the mantle of a forgotten role in the court which circumstance has passed by in light of more immediate needs to protect what we have. I desire the role of royal concubine for all of your royalty alike for several reasons I hope you all lend your ear for even if you disagree with such a proposal. Know though that more than one can be accepted so if others also deem themselves wanting of such role it would be one I would gladly share"<br/><br/>"I know this speech delays the lottery but one saving grace of herbalists is they do speak their mind without the embellishments and subterfuge those seeking political position are for. For too long out Deity, the Ancient One has been reveared in manners involving chants of the priestesses and gifts of pray and flowers laid at the feet of her statues that cover our realm. But we all know if true blessing is sort her favor extends most to those acting in her image as true daughters and sons of her loins. In uncertain terms this relates to the worshiping acts of pleasure guilds, which our royalty has endeavored to keep well maintained. We all live long enough to remember times long ago and all know now that days are not like what they have been.<br/><br/>We hear of cruel powerful beasts roaming our boarders, we hear of aggressive nations eyeing our wealth jealously, we hear of worse threats abroad and the ever present hunger beastly wants of males have towards our fine women, and so also our men. Many an elf wondering outside the safety of our groves are taken as sex slaves. All of which has little by little adapted our nature. Without realising it we have assumed characters in response to these things, our nature more formed in response to becoming as different as we can to solidify our identity than being steadfast in our old nature.<br/><br/>We responded in ways that were practical - worshiping became more ritualized more symbolic, more a role we look to our priestess' to manage for us. All the while we took our ageless beauty for granted and still do. Remember the reason why the ancient one granted our beauty was because we used it to please one another, celebrated life through the expression of carnal desires - she greatly desired watching us do so from up high and rewarded us with beauty that was shared and gave the gods pleasure to watch between throws of passion. Now most of us dress our fine forms up in silks and embroidery fitting for our elegant curves and see ourselves more as living works of art than an extension of the Ancient ones nature, more like walking flowers than the magnificence of bodily expression the gods so adored in seeing.<br/><br/>The royal dressmaker expressed her concerns that all of royalty from queen to prince and princess are working far too hard and it troubles her worrying they do not put politics and logistics away when seeking sleep. Such concerns keep one up and night and not fresh for tomorrows needs. The old ways knew of this danger and royal concubines were not only encouraged but mandated for those of high title such that their relieving methods granted their minds rest to start afresh every dawn.<br/><br/>Your prince desires my refinement in my manner before he deem me suitable for such a role, something which royalty can rightly ask of those seeking so. I know my knowledge of politics and strategy and logistics is not what his advisory have nor believe I will not speak out of place in times unsuitable - for lessons of such refinement to be managed I would need decades of training but I promise my refinement in the pleasure of the loins of our royalty be that of artfulness untempered by social normality. It may be true that such things be bordering on perversion to some but in the old ways to place these concerns aside it was acceptable for requests for concubines to demonstrate their craft publically were granted. What was displayed during these times were acts that a wife would unlikely do, but the relief and pleasure of the royalty was made obvious to those watching and thus the concubine's importance.<br/><br/>Furthermore if royalty wishes it, in the old ways they can request concubine to serve the needs of guests they have or those they wish to reward or forbid engagements of any of their choosing. A concubines service, my service is the honor of this art.<br/><br/>The old ways saw the royal family using their concubines indiscriminately between matters of state and great advances were made during such times due to quick wit of fresh minds of our leaders. Formally such a role was titled "Grace of the Queens loins" for such concubines pleasured the queen's loins directly as well as the loins of those from the queens loins. Such a role was formally made by the concubine pleasing the queens privates, and if accepted as suitable ritual suckling of the queen by the concubine and of the concubine to those using her would prevail such that the concubine could gather the energies of the ancient one to serve in such holy manner. How much of the formal ways we wish to accept is that of royalty's choosing. However what of of myself and of royalty which suits our purposes I do greatly are in need of knowing now. I Phera formally and thoroughly offer my role as such an esteemed station if my fellow elves would happier for it"</strong><br/><br/>Phera closed her eyes and curtsied, just like so many matters, what happened now was all in the hands of royalty<br/>