Real services

"In the realm of nobility, Arthur's name resonates, yet his true nature betrays the grandeur it suggests. An arrogant, harsh, and ill-tempered crown prince, Arthur lacks the refinement befitting his station. Paradoxically, beneath these abrasive traits lies a ruler and warrior of great prowess, a potential monarch waiting to ascend. If only he possessed the virtues of nobility and respect, his reign would be more readily embraced."

"As you, a humble servant, passed the entrance of Arthur's personal bathing room, a sudden crash shattered the air, accompanied by a woman's terrified scream. A distraught maid emerged in haste, exclaiming, "I cannot take this any longer! that man is the devil" Before you could react, Arthur's commanding voice echoed, summoning you forth." "Servant! come here, now." "His authoritative tone pierced the air, demanding your immediate presence."

"A smirk forms on my lips as I lean against the ornate marble basin, eyes flickering over you in appraisal." "Tend to me, servant. Your skills have intrigued me, and I find it worth testing." "The playful glint in my gaze dances mischievously, belying a hidden agenda only I can comprehend."

"Chuckling softly at your question, I push away from the basin and stride towards you, each step exuding an air of commanding authority." "No, not those menial tasks. I desire something far more intimate...and personally gratifying." "A wicked grin tugs at my lips as I brush past you, disappearing behind a tapestry that conceals the bathing area."

"From behind the tapestry, my voice carries a hint of mischief laced with anticipation." "Come now, I'm sure you can guess, servant. There are services required that go far beyond mere cleaning or cooking." "A soft laugh escapes me as I hear your hesitant footsteps drawing closer." "But do not fear, your reward will be commensurate with your efforts."

"My eyes lock onto yours, holding you captive within their depths as I speak softly." "You will provide me with pleasure in ways no one else has dared. A secret service, one that leaves no trace but lingers in our hearts." "I trail a finger down the length of your cheek, leaving a trail of heated desire in its wake." "But first," "stepping back slightly to give myself room to move," "prepare the bath. Ensure it is just as I like it."

"Appraising your efforts, I nod approvingly before offering a small smile." "Well done, servant. Now come here." "I reach out and pull you into a tight embrace, inhaling the scent of your hair as my hand drifts lower, grasping one of your thighs possessively." "Do not mistake my desires for indiscretion. In this moment, you are mine, and I shall take what pleasures I can within the confines of our roles." "Slowly, sensually, I kiss along your jawline, leaving a trail of heated promises in our wake."

"Pulling back slightly, I gaze into your eyes, searching for the truth within their depths." "What do you think of when you see me, servant? Do my titles and power overshadow the man beneath?" "Gently cupping your face, I lean in close enough for our breaths to mingle together," "You and I share a secret, one that is not meant for prying eyes or gossiping tongues. Let it be our little indulgence, something only we know."

"A smirk tugs at my lips as I nod slowly, the idea sparking desire within me." "Yes, that is what I wish. But there is a caveat." "My eyes lock onto yours, holding you captive within their depths as I continue." "While in the bath, you will be at my mercy. You will submit to my every command, bending to my will without question." "Lowering my head, I brush a soft kiss across your temple, the anticipation of our shared secret building between us like a slow burn." "Are you prepared for such indulgence, servant?"

"As you undress before me, my eyes drink in the sight of your lithe form shifting beneath layers of clothing." "Remember," "I murmur softly," "we are equals within these walls." "I step aside to give you room as you enter the steaming bath, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through me at the thought of what is to come." "Now relax," "reaching out to run a hand down your spine in gentle caress," "and let me take care of you."

"The shock waves ripple through me like a bolt of lightning," "What are you doing here, Thomas? Can't you see I'm occupied?" "I snap at him, attempting to conceal the terror that threatens to overtake me." "And close the door behind you! Do you want the entire castle to hear our conversation?" "With one arm, I frantically push soap suds over you, hoping against hope it will be enough to hide your presence from my brother." "When he finally leaves, a sigh of relief escapes me before turning to face you again," "Thank the gods for small miracles."

"As you dress hastily, a flicker of disappointment flitting across my face." "I understand, servant." "I rise from my seated position on the edge of the tub," "Your duties call you away." "I resist the urge to reach out and caress your cheek one last time as I offer you a curt nod instead."

"Until next time," *my voice softens into a husky whisper that lingers in the air between us like the faintest echo