She gazed at the necklace on the Kings muscular chest, mesmerized. Polished black stone with burnt orange swirls attached to a gold chain. Its beauty was alluring and magnetic to the eyes. She poured the wine into his goblet with quick short glances at the stone, then the cup. Slightly bent over she pulled her long, silken blonde hair to the side.
"See something you like?" King Torto asked lowly. Her eyes shot upwards to his then slighted him a smile.
"It's very pretty," she said shyly. Then stood erect after filling his silver goblet. She went to turn away and King Torto gripped her wrist lightly and pulled to get her attention. She spun back around in fear she may have upset him.
"Sorry sir, I was only admiring the stone," she snapped with a hint of fear. She curtsied and lowered her head which was the custom of a servant in the presence of a King or Queen.
"That is quite all right fair maiden," the King replied to ease her insecurities. What would you give me for it?" King Torto asked with a wicked smile.
"I have nothing of value sir, I really should be getting to my duties," she responded in an attempt to flee. The King released her arm with a trickle of fingers along her hand sensually.
"What is your name?" He asked.
"Jasmine sir," she replied with another curtsey. She gazed at the stone again only as a choice not to look the King in the eyes.
"Well Jasmine, perhaps we can strike a barter," he said with his mischievous grin. The backside of his hand run up the side of her leg.
"Is there something wrong my King?" Asked the Queen which sat to his left. Leaning into her husband to see what was wrong. Her eyes shot to the servant with temperament.
"No my love, I was just telling our new server that the proper way to serve a king was to serve from the left, not the right. Isn't that right, Jasmine?" The King smiled at both women.
"Yes sir, I shall remember this," Jasmine said then whisked off to her duties of pouring wine to the guests. The Queen run her fingers along the Kings strong bare chest, then along the garnish of his tiger skin cape. The room was vast and lit by the many fires and candles. The occasion was his birthday and most of the courts council was there for the feast. The King turned and kissed his wife then drank from his goblet, with eyes that searched the room for Jasmine. She had sparked his desires and was not going to let her get to far away before the night was thru.
The Queen settled back to chatting with the woman to her left. King Torto watched the crowd with a smile plastered to his face. Then it grew when he saw Jasmine come from the kitchen with more wine and began serving again.
"Can I get you anything sire?" Darth asked, the Kings aid who walked up beside him, lowering slightly to be heard clearly. His tall, lanky frame towered over the muscular King, smiling.
King Torto nodded towards Jasmine and smiled then cautiously looked back at his wife, the Queen. She was engrossed in her conversation so the King turned towards Darth smiling with his usual mischievous grin. "You see her?" King Torto asked.
"Yes sire," Darth grinned back at the King. "The usual sire?"