While thinking of potential partners for her perverse games, Lydia's mind drifted back to the royal family. When she'd been banished, the king's youngest daughter, Eliza, was an adorable lass of eight years old. Now, she'd certainly be old enough to wed. Or, to bed.
"What better way to avenge myself on the king, than despoiling his brat?" she whispered, rubbing her thighs lewdly. "I'll turn the princess into my whore, and then slaughter the rest..."
Chuckling softly to herself, Lydia began to cast a spell of transportation, appearing in the shadows of the princess's bedchamber within seconds. The young royal was currently on the balcony, so Lydia was able to get her first good look at her intended target. And she liked what she saw.
Princess Eliza was a tall, beautiful woman with long, flowing golden locks, and flawless tanned skin. She currently wore a green dress which stopped just short of the ground, and a small tiara upon her forehead.
Lydia decided to wait until the young woman returned to the room of her own accord, rather than attack her outside and risk being spotted. She took pause, however, once she realized that she really knew nothing about the princess. What kind of woman was Eliza?
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