best. Her figure, though in the later stages of fully
filling out, had begun to display the feminine curves that told she
would be a “noble beautiful” woman in body, face, and most
importantly of all, mind.
Sasha, of a similar “noble beautiful”, or so
she’d been told since her youth, had hair as dark as night that
flowed straight to her hips. Forming a striking contrast with her
fair skin, making both appear all the more vibrant, while
highlighting her luscious, pouty lips, with a dark, almost rose red
tint. But it also framed a jaw that was not quite sharp, though
much more pronounced then Tiana’s, alongside a longer nose of a
perfect shape, that felt too large for her feminine face. Though
Tiana had told her, time and time again, that her slender, amethyst
eyes, and their dramatic way of sweeping towards her ears, always
attracted the gazes of all who entered her presence, and made her
appear the picture of “noble beautiful”.
Though Sasha had always wanted to believe
Tiana spoke not the truth, she’d come to accept that she, like
Tiana, were striking examples of “noble beautiful” sculpted from
long past genetic modification. Though Sasha had to admit one major
difference between the two ladies, and the reason behind why Sasha
disliked the Tidelia wispy dress design so; the fact that she stood
183 centimeters tall, mostly in the leg, while Tiana stood only 150
centimeters, spread perfectly between leg and torso. Of course,
Tiana said it was all in her mind, having measurements to back up
the fact that she shared a similar ratio. But whenever Sasha’s gaze
caught a mirror, she looked nothing but leg.
At least they match well my bosom, she
mused, turning to Tiana, hands resting on her hips.
“My lady, you called for me?” Tiana curtsied
with a trained grace, allowing a barely perceptible smirk to spread
across her perfectly sculpted lips. Unable to resist smiling back
in kind, Sasha realized the game was once again afoot.
“Yes, and you must remember to arrive as soon
you receive my summons, Tiana. I get ever so lonely, and having to
wait an eternity for you breaks my ever so weak heart,” Sasha's
exaggerated gestures of being heartbroken brought a giggle to the
younger woman's lips.
“My princess! Should my behavior offend, I
shall take any punishment you deem fit,” Tiana responded mockingly,
facing her rear towards Sasha, allowing her to playfully swat her
buttocks. Both ladies laughed gaily.
“What would I do without you, Tiana? You make
this boring life just barely palatable,” exhaled Sasha as she
glided back into her dressing area on the far side of her luxurious
bedchamber.
“With all the stiff old traditionalists
around here, it is the only thing I can do for you, Your Highness.”
Another smirk rounded Tiana's face as she bowed. Sasha threw her a
forced fiery glare.
“Enough with the; your highnesses and my
ladies. We are alone. There is no need for formalities.” Tiana
gasped, feigning shock, like Sasha had just slapped her for no
reason.
“But...but, Your Majesty, I would never be so
bold as to not show the proper respect that your title
deserves...and with your new post as Grand Duchess of Alutia! I
would be lucky to keep my head if any disrespect was perceived!”
The smirk on Tiana's lips grew to a full blown smile. Sasha turned
her back, “You win, Tiana, you win,” responding while flipping
through a row of dresses that appeared within the closet set flush
into the bedchamber’s wall.
“Do I not always, My Royal Highness?” Once
again Tiana curtsied with her response. Sasha, deciding the game
had run its course, started holding up dresses and gowns for Tiana
to judge.
“What should I wear for the trip? I was
thinking that the current style may not be appropriate for travel.
I was considering something a little more...robust...” Sasha placed
the dresses back in the closet, which vanished, the wall becoming
solid the moment she stepped away.
“Yes, Your