My name is Emerome Pasvoranii. I used to be a noble, until my parents sold me into slavery due to me not having access to mana during my coming-of-age ceremony. Thanks to being a noble manaless ten-year-old girl, no one wanted to buy me for a multitude of reasons. Not having mana to be a prize piece, not being old enough to be a sex slave, not knowing how to do housework due to coming from a noble background, and much more. Until one day, when a certain high-ranking noble lady came into the slave house. Raphtalia Dragonborne of the Grand Ducal Dragonborne house.
Lady Raphtalia entered the slave house for a personal maid, instead of choosing one of the other women. My lady chose me. When my lady took me to the home, I would spend my life in. She showed me an egg she was given on the day of her birth. My lady had explained to me the history of the Dragonborne family during her time washing me. How her family was natural dragon tamers, and the reason that the Nosscreus Kingdom has dragons under their command.
On my second day serving my lady, I met her fiancé! The crown prince, Recknoght Nosscreus, and he was...an absolute jerk towards my lady. Though she was a completely different woman compared to when we were alone, extremely cold and callous. That's when I found out about my lady's reputation for being a villainess and that her dragon egg was supposedly a dud, for not hatching from the day of her birth to when she turned seventeen. Even though my lady explained to me that dragon eggs hatch when they can no longer take in any mana, and boy, does my lady have mana stronger than the court mages, even after pouring in over half of it into her dragon's egg.
Anyway, that was all five years ago. And my lady is finally going to get married...to that jerk. My lady is now twenty-two, while I'll turn nineteen tomorrow. Until tomorrow, when I update you, sincerely, Emerome. Emerome placed her pen down. "Why did I write my own name for today's diary entry?" Emerome thought aloud. "Emerome, is my dress ready for the wedding?" Raphtalia walked into her room.
"It is, my lady! I tailored the bust to make sure your breasts wouldn't spill over, I changed the color of the web patterns to gold instead of white, I added more chains around the bust and waist, and I fashioned a spiked choker and the glove you chose to fit the dress." Emerome smiled brightly. "Good, I'll need you to style my hair in a braid. And put two ember lilies in it. Also, thank you for cleaning up my room and getting everything ready for when I move away." Raphtalia sat down in front of her mirror. "You're welcome, my lady!" Emerome grabbed Raphtalia's spiked brush.
My lady's hair is so pretty, half snow white and half purple obsidian, with her bangs being a stunning blood red, while being silky, fluffy, and just long enough to reach her knee. And her fierce eyes look just like a dragon's, especially when she's mad or happy, her deep crimson right eye and her deep violet left eye are just portals I can get myself lost in forever. Her smooth, soft, pale skin is just so perfect and beautiful. And those full, plump lips, I'm jealous that some jerk gets to kiss them instead of me. Emerome brushed Raphtalia's hair while styling it in a thick braid.
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"I'll need you to help with my corset and dress. And for being so helpful this week, I'll let you actually fondle my breasts during the process." Raphtalia said, "Really, my lady!?" Emerome smiled brightly, styling the ember lilies into Raphtalia's hair. "Yes, though. That does not give you permission to grope my rear like you did last time." Raphtalia stared into Emerome's eyes through the mirror. "Aww, okay, my lady." Emerome pouted. Emerome walked over to Raphtalia's closet, grabbing Raphtalia's black wedding dress and black corset.
My lady's figure is just perfect, far better than any other noble woman's. A toned physique, a height of 6'7, a slim waist, wide hips made for giving birth, soft, plump thighs perfect for sleeping on, and a big, soft, firm, round butt that I'll never get tired of...even if the punishment is a pit painful. But my built-up magic resistance lessens my lady's magic. Emerome tightened the corset. "Is this tight enough, my lady?" "Just a bit tighter." Raphtalia looked over her shoulder.
"And now for my lady's dress!" Emerome held the black dress up, "Okay, Emerome." Raphtalia began putting on the dress. My lady's nails are as tough and sharp as a dragon's, and her breasts. Soft and squishy, at a perfect measurement for me at F-cups. If only my body was half as perfect as my lady's, I would get nothing done because I would be groping myself all day. I wonder what my lady's vagina looks like? It should've been me who my lady is about to get married to, not that jerky crown prince! Emerome squeezed Raphtalia's breasts.
"You're getting worked up. I can tell because your squeezing is starting to get rougher." Raphtalia fastened her choker. "O-oh, sorry, my lady." Emerome released Raphtalia's breasts, "If you're getting worked up about your body. Then you should remember that I love your cute, little, perky body. Everything that makes up your body is proportioned just right. Unless there's a different reason that you're getting worked up?" Raphtalia sat down, putting on her heels. "It's not really my place to say, my lady." Emerome lowered her head.
"Ah, so it's about my marriage. I don't like it either, but I have been in this arrangement since I was five, and I spent too much time learning how to be a queen to just annul it. Plus, it is heavily frowned upon for a grand duchess to marry another woman." Raphtalia stood up, "Does my makeup look good? I need to look presentable to my future subjects." Raphtalia lifted Emerome's chin up. "I-it does. My lady." Emerome stared into Raptalia's eyes.
Raphtalia leaned in, kissing Emerome deeply. After thirty seconds, Raphtalia broke off the kiss. "There you have it. My first kiss as your early birthday present. You'll get a better gift tomorrow. For now, let's head to the carriage and don't forget my dragon egg. I can feel it start to hatch. It'll probably be full of my mana in two days." Raphtalia released Emerome's chin. "Of course, my lady!" Emerome picked up the egg, following Raphtalia.
