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>My name is Savir. I am the most trusted servant to the princess, the Pharaoh herself. My lady lives quite the luxurious lifestyle, which she has graciously given me the honor of having a taste of every day. Every morning, I wake the princess just at the sign of first light from the sunrise. She has requested that I wake her my kissing her on the lips, and saying precisely these words: “Arise from your eternal slumber, my dear Princess.” She claims to have found this from a fairy tale she heard of during her time in Lescatie.

>My lady loves her baths. She takes at least three every morning, afternoon and evening, with only the finest crafted soaps and the richest salts from the Dead Sea to bathe in. She even requests that I accompany her whenever she decides to do this. It is occasionally whilst I am in the midst of doing other housework, and I am usually asked to postpone my duties to join her. My lady does love her baths, you see.

>Next, I am charged with helping the lady comb and brush her precious black hair. Ever since we were both children, she has grown her hair past her back, so this is quite a chore that takes some time. It does, however, soothe her impatience to sing a song to her as I do so. She always loves to hear someone sing to her.

>Come the breakfast feast, I wait on my lady hand and foot while she dines on exquisite food and drink. On occasion, she will request that I taste the food for her before she eats. I am not entirely sure as to why, as she trusts the cook dearly and knows he has been with us for many years. I would never say this aloud to her, but I suspect she simply wishes to grant me a taste of her meals. She truly is too kind. After she has dismisses me, I accompany my fellows in the servant’s dining chambers. The food there isn't as grand as that of our lady, but we make it a feast of our own nevertheless.

>When the afternoon comes, so does her time to take yet another bath. When I join her for these bath times, she sits in my bare lap, asking that I clean her body for her. She always insists that I be very meticulous in cleaning her body as well. Getting her shoulders, under her arms, her back, between and beneath her breasts...Her legs, her thighs...Again, she is insistent that I be meticulous. Very meticulous.

>My lady has recently taken up combat training from some prestigious women in the area. Among them are a succubus known for her swordplay, a xiongmao revered for her skill with polearms, and a centaur who prides herself as a master archer. My lady is training with them every day to become efficient in the art of self-defense. And with the help of her familiar, she seems to be making quick progress. Even her masters are impressed.

>They are all very strict with my lady’s training, and their methods are brutal, but if my lady is able to keep up with even them, surely she will be able to fight well should she be met with trouble. She once told me with a bright smile that she took up these challenging lessons because she wanted to protect the man that she sought to marry in the future. Whoever this boy is, the princess will certainly make him a happy man. She has grown into a wonderful woman, after all. This rigorous training lasts all through the afternoon until well after the sun has set. She is surely tired and dirty and seeks to bathe afterwards, and once again asks for me to accompany her.

>I suspect my lady doesn’t truly feel any real need to bathe as often as the does. Moreover, during her bath times, some sense of lust starts to overcome her. This has been the case ever since the two of us have matured. Not too long after her 13th birthday had she began her requests of me joining her in her private bathing times.

>As I clean my lady’s body as she insistently instructs me to, she often rubs her back into my chest. One would say it is...distracting, to say the least. Soon enough, she massages my member before taking me into her own body. Once it gets to this point, my lady takes complete control, as I’m helpless in the face of her libido. The way she wiggles her supple waist and buttocks whilst I’m inside her, the way she reaches her arms across my chin and neck, turning her head to kiss my throat and lips...the way she guides my hands to her gentle sex...I say, it’s all too much.

>She always kisses me and tells me, “Be mine forever, Savir,” once our time has ended. I do tell her that I will always be hers. After all, I have long since dedicated my life to being her faithful servant. I then help her brush her hair once more before the evening is over, and help her into bed, before returning to the servant’s quarters where I belong.

>I will not lie about this, but I have for some time started having affections for my lady. I often catch myself fantasizing about marrying her, and making her the happiest woman in the world. But such thoughts are forbidden for a man of my station. I am simply a lowly handservant, made to meet any and all of my lady’s needs. Such a noble woman is from a different world than I.

>The princess’s 18th birthday is fast approaching. As is her time to choose one man to whom she will be wed. As heartbroken as I may be to see her be wed to another, I will see her off with a smile. After all, I cannot let anyone know my affections for my lady. Moreover, I must see for myself the one she will choose. I do with all my heart hope that he will treat her with kindness and love, whoever this man may be.