I walked up to the prince, who looked a little lost this far from his father’s lands. But his father’s kingdom was strategically important for any number of reasons. A marriage between a Princess of my lands with the future king of our neighbor would strengthen an alliance that had fallen into disuse over the last few generations.

I curtsied deeply to the prince. “Your Royal Highness, Prince-”

He interrupted me, but not impatiently. He just seemed to not stand on protocol too much. He smiled politely. “Thank you, but I could do without the constant reminder of my name and kingdom.”

I started to apologize, as was the place of the handmaiden I obviously was. But he again interrupted me. “Do not apologize for my quirks,” he said. Then he cocked his head and looked at me, in a way typical royalty did not look at common folk. “And may I ask who you are?”

The question was unusual. A handmaiden would normally be beneath a foreign prince’s notice, at least formally. Of course, if he took a liking to her informally, then it might be a different matter. Was that what was going on here?

I curtsied again, quicker this time after the formal first one had occurred, and seeing as how he wasn’t too strict on tradition and protocol. “Please call me Margaret,” I told him.

He smiled again. If there were lecherous intentions, they did not show in his smile. “Well then, Margaret… am I to see the King and Princess now?”

I curtsied again. “My apologies, your highness. The king deals with matters of court, and the princess still readies herself to be seen by you for the first time. I fear it may be some time for both. That is why you were brought to this drawing room.”

He didn’t show the impatience of other visiting royalty, which made him stand out. Instead he looked around then. “Ah, very well then. Might I have something to drink, and perhaps some bread and cheese while I wait?”

“Of course, Your Highness,” I told him. “I’ve been told to attend to your… every need.”

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This is another rewrite of a script from long ago, re-done as a narrative style story instead of a script. I managed to dash it our in an afternoon, although to be fair it had already been written once in the past. The original was completely SFW, as is this one.

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