A Queen's Hunger

Chapter 2

*Giselle*

“Welcome to your new home.” That same, feminine voice continued to echo through her ears as Giselle soon found herself enveloped with a sense of warmth from those words. Words of a certain promise and of course, safety. Deep within her heart, Giselle longed for that same woman's proximity. That same woman of status and power. A symbol of hope.

And with that, Giselle immediately responded with the warmest of smile as she parted her lips to speak. "Thank you, mi'lady for everything."

It was the simplest of answers but it definitely carries the hope of more interaction with this woman. As the Lady turned to attend to her own matters, the burly guard once again stood in front of the newly-arrived servants before jobs were distributed.

"You shall be tasked with cleaning the mansion and you will be tending to the Gardens and finally .... you! .." The guard stopped at Giselle's turn and frowned at her before speaking once again. "You shall be helping out in the Kitchen. Better not catch you skiving in there." The guard followed up with his own response. To be fair, it was a good job for starters but one could only long to attend to that stranger.

"And oh before I forget! That kind woman you saw moments ago .. that's the Queen. You shall address her as Queen or Queen Noir." The guard spoke once more.

Giselle noted the name in her mind this time as her gaze floated away towards the Queen who is once again making her way back to her throne.

***

*Feyre*

Queen Feyre reclined upon her ornate throne, draped in rich silks that shimmered in the candlelight. Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the new servants bustling about, their faces a mix of apprehension and hope. Among them, one stood out—Giselle. Something about the girl captured Feyre's attention, her warm smile igniting a spark of interest within the Queen.

As Feyre observed Giselle, she felt an undeniable curiosity blossoming. The girl’s innocence, combined with an unyielding spirit, intrigued her. She wondered if this newcomer could be molded into something more—perhaps a pet to indulge her darker desires. Feyre relished the idea of having someone who could both serve her and provide companionship, someone she could dominate and shape to her whims.

“Interesting,” Feyre mused to herself, her lips curling into a sly smile. She envisioned the possibilities, the power dynamics that could unfold. The thrill of control, the intoxicating taste of submission—it was a captivating thought. She had always enjoyed bending others to her will, and Giselle seemed like the perfect candidate.

The Queen's thoughts drifted as she imagined instructing Giselle, watching her learn and adapt. Feyre wanted to see how far she could push this new servant, how much she could bend her will without breaking her spirit. It was a delicious prospect—playing the role of both mentor and mistress.

“Perhaps I shall summon her later,” Feyre thought, her interest piqued. “I’ll see how she responds to my authority, how she handles the tasks I set before her.” The idea of Giselle kneeling before her, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and admiration, sent a shiver of excitement through the Queen.

With a flick of her wrist, Feyre summoned one of her attendants. “Bring the new servant, Giselle, to me when she has finished her duties in the kitchen,” she ordered, her voice smooth and commanding. “I would like to get to know her better.”

As the attendant scurried off, Feyre leaned back in her throne, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She imagined the conversations they would have, the secrets she would uncover about Giselle’s past, and how she could weave the girl into her life. The thought of dominating someone so fresh and eager was tantalizing, and Feyre’s heart raced at the prospect.

In the back of her mind, she reminded herself that this was not just about power; it was about connection as well. Feyre craved companionship, someone who could understand her complexities, and perhaps Giselle could fill that void. The Queen was determined to explore this new dynamic, to see if Giselle could become more than just a servant—if she could become a cherished possession, a reflection of Feyre’s own desires and aspirations.

For now, she would wait, her anticipation building as she looked forward to their first interaction. The game was set, and Queen Feyre was ready to play, eager to see how Giselle would respond to the allure of her new home and the power of the Queen who ruled it.

***

*Giselle*

As the newly appointed servants bustled off to their new duties, Giselle took one long last look towards the Queen and imprinted her appearance unto her mind this time. God knows when she will be able to see this beautifu, strong woman again. Since she is the one in charge of this mansion and this land, the Queen will be busy most of her days and nights. With a single sigh, Giselle turned and moved along with the rest to their new post.

She did, however, noticed a strange sense of someone watching her. A pair of eyes unto her as she walked away. Shrugging off her thoughts, she was soon settled in with 5 other servants. A room that first 6 servants. The space was atrociously small but she has to make do for now. She came here to work, to earn money for her family back in the North and Giselle knows that she has to grit her teeth, work hard and avoid trouble.

Kitchen work was never easy. Head chefs were always shouting, throwing utensils everywhere to get their point across. Although Giselle tried her hardest on her first day, it was naturally not enough. In the course of a few hours, she has already heard comments that are either "too slow, too dumb or too pretty to be working in the Kitchens, you should be my entertainment in bed instead."

Men ..

Lecherous men ..

Giselle has lost count of how many times she had to roll her eyes at those remarks. If she was to be someone's entertainment, he or she ought to be powerful, rich, witty ... an ally, a beutiful woman. Shaking those thoughts away, since when does Giselle began to think of Queen Noir. Gulping down a dangerous bout of saliva, a loud bell rang just in time for her to wake up to reality. It was time for rest afterall.

As the servants made their way back to their quarters, an attendant stood by their quarters' door as she watched every woman entering. When it was Giselle's turn, she halted her and spoke. "You must be Giselle." Giselle was surprised at the sudden turn of events and more so surprised of the next response. "Come, follow me. The Queen calls for you." Everyone turned to look over at Giselle once more. Those eyes that were filled with questions and a little tinge of jealousy. Being praised by the Queen in the morning and now being called to her side in the night. That is what it's called "being noticed."

Giselle nodded towards the attendant and began to follow her past the other servants, down the hallway and finally to the next wing where everything looks different. Everything looks more poshed. After all, the Queen resides in this wing. Following the attendant up the long spiral stairs now, Giselle's feet rested upon a red carpet. One that is long enough to reach a gold door to a bed chamber. And finally, both Giselle and the attendant arrived in front of the door as the attendant spoke once again.