Dear diary, it is now the third of Snowfall in the 457th year.
It's been a busy time for me the past few weeks, especially with the introduction of this gold-furred servant who seems to have taken quite a liking to me.
She's lived here for a few years already, and is likely to be a fully corrupted monster like the Queen wanted her to be.

She's not shy about her occupation here; she's mainly the Queen's handmaiden but works behind the scenes to influence certain people with her...peculiar charms.
Tamara is her name, and...I think I like her.
The first night I slept with her, of course it felt very strange for me.
Yes, I was very close to a female of this strange kind, but I controlled my instincts and made sure to be careful with her.
And then she gave me a kiss.
The rest of the night was a blur, and I woke up far too late, but she assured me nothing lewd had happened to us both.
We spent another day together, talking about our pasts as she decided to tend to my senses.

Apparently she used to live in the northern part of Ardesia, the land to the south of Esterland, which was also a land divided between the more civilised peoples living among the northern forests and the hyaena people of the southern wastelands.

While the north was ruled by a vulpine duke known as Ferdinand Rosefield, the south was ruled by a ruthless old woman known only by the gnolls as “Mother”.
Since the land is in such a divided state, representatives of both sides often come to visit Queen Marjory in order to request aid for their respective leaderships.

Apparently Tamara had heard that another group of those savages would be coming here soon.

And indeed, the next day they did.

I was supposed to act without Tamara for once, as the Queen privately suggested to me that it MIGHT not be the greatest idea to stick with only one servant for too long.
So I was put into some nicer clothes -befitting at least a most exquisite noble- and was to sit idly by her side in the morning.

As five of these tall monsters came forth in their rather rough leather armour, smelling of sand and dirt, I came to one realisation; they were women, apparently.

And before I would deduce that the men sent their women because they were too lazy to do all the fighting themselves, they lowered their own great axes on the ground and bowed to the Queen.

The first one, dressed in scarlet armour and unveiling a somewhat rough and dried out voice, explained something to the Queen in a rather throat-based language.

I couldn't quite make out anything, due to not knowing anything of the various southern languages, but her tone suggested quite a lot of humility towards her host.

After a long explanation, the Queen stepped forward and told her to rise, putting a hand on her head as she did so.

She said some more things, as well, possibly some suggestions as to what would be available for them or something? I don't know.

But their leader pointed at me, seeming to be quite...interested for some reason.
If I was to be their slave, it would probably not be quite as bad as staying with this black whore on her false throne, but she was quickly slapped and brought down to the ground by that lithe figure.
Guess the answer was no, then.

Still, the air wasn't too hostile so I must assume that it went well otherwise.

I just...sat there, listening to the various conversations the Queen was having with her servants for a while.
A few hours later, that frail little cat I saw on execution day came forth with a cane; his eyes were that of a blind man, his complexion seemed young, and his fur was the same midnight-black tone that she wore; a son, then?
He was guided this way by Tamara, who seemed to handle him in quite the kind manner and had now been dressed up in something less revealing than usual.

We were both dismissed, and had to go to the kitchen to work on whatever meal was prepared for these southern savages.
Turned out it contained a lot of beef and foreign spices, and I was one of many assigned to simply slicing potatoes and other vegetables.
After that was done, it was our free time; Tamara pulled me along to a dark corner, to wait until the guards had all gone to the feast in honour of their visitors.

So what we did...well, we visited the private bathing chambers.
The big stone halls were filled with hot water, there was soap...and there was nobody there, at least for the moment.
So what we did, we took a quick dip together, and we kissed once more.

But I stopped, as in the distance I saw another set of bath pools, one seated by a rather large grey-furred male who seemed to have quite the few scars on his face.
One of his blue eyes gazed calmly in our direction, yet there seemed to be no expression on his face.
After a rather awkward kiss, he closed these eyes as he relaxed in his own tub.

She whispered to me not to worry, that he wouldn't harm us.

Yet he felt familiar to me.

She told me to drop it, and got back to, well...intimacy.
She went everywhere; from rubbing my back, to my belly, to caressing my feet and my hands, touching my tail and licking my neck...and all I could do was let her go on.

By the time she was finished, the scarred feling was already putting on his evening robes, likely planning to go to sleep soon.
Edgar, he called out, as I quickly caught a piece of silver that he threw into my direction.
As I examined it, he calmly walked out...but of course he was aware.
That coin had the motto of the family Young on it:
“THROUGH KNOWLEDGE HONOUR THY FELLOWS”.