Rachel could see her. "Goth, this is Queen Rachel, she is the ruler of the country, and my wife. Rachel, this is Goth."
Goth looked a little nervous and made a little curtsey like gesture that I'd seen other women do when meeting someone important.
"Goth, welcome to Hiland. What brings you to my country?"
"H...He does," She said and pointed at me.
"I rescued her," I said kneeling down and giving Goth a hug and looking up at Rachel. "She doesn't have any family anymore. I was hoping to find her a new one."
"Hi William!"
I looked up; it was Jeeza, our master builder.
"Jeeza, what brings you here?" I asked standing up and touching palms.
"Talking with her Highness about the river dam project. I couldn't help but overhear your problem." Jezza walked over to Goth and squatted down to her level. "Hello, Goth. You know, I have a daughter your age, as well as a younger one. Want to come to my house for dinner and meet them?"
Goth looked at me, and then looked back at Jeeza.
"I could bring you by myself, Goth," I told her. "Wouldn't you like to meet some girls your own age?"
Goth nodded slowly.
"Fine, it's settled, Will and I will bring Goth and come by for dinner tonight Jeeza," Rachel said smiling, and Jeeza suddenly looked a little panicked, "Umm, Your Highness, on such short notice...."
"Jeeza, just tell your wife you invited a couple over to visit, don't tell her you invited the queen," Rachel laughed, "I'd rather have a regular meal, than a fancy one. This isn't an official visit after all."
Jeeza nodded and smiled, perhaps a little weakly. "She's going to kill me when you show up you know."
"I'll be sure to pardon you before we leave then," Rachel said. "Now, let's go inside, Will, Goth. We'll see you later, Jeeza."
Jeeza nodded and left, and I followed Rachel inside, with Goth still holding my tail as she followed.
Once inside, one of the maids took Goth in hand and took her to the bathroom to get her cleaned up for dinner while Rachel and I spent a little time cleaning each other up. I think the maids didn't like not being able to help, but personal time was hard to come by for the two of us sometimes, so we took what we could. I related Goth's story while we helped wash each other's fur.
"That's sad about her mother," Rachel told me as we were drying off, "but she'd probably already written her daughter off as dead. Maybe if she'd seen her she would have connected with her again. After hitting bottom as a slave, being a rich male's sex toy was probably an improvement for her."
I shook my head, "I don't get it."
Rachel shrugged. "Some people are always willing to do as they're told, if it means safety and security."
"But she's a slave now, sooner or later, he's going to sell her."
Rachel nodded, "Probably. But it was her choice, and she made it, so it's not your concern anymore."
"Still," I started.
"William?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up," she said and poked me in the chest with a finger.
"Yes ma'am!"
"That's 'yes, Your majesty'."
"Yes, Your Majesty," I purred.
"Bett... Eeek!" She jumped as I pinched her.
"I know where you sleep buster," she grumbled at me, but she was smiling.
"And I can't wait to meet you there," I rumbled deep in my chest.
"Damn, too bad we have to go out for dinner..." Rachel sighed.
Dinner at Jeeza's house was rather good. Jeeza's wife Sara was rather shocked when Rachel showed up, and apologized profusely for not having expected the Queen for dinner. But Rachel put her at ease rather quickly, and Sara moved on rather quickly as well once Rachel told her not to worry. She did shoot her husband a few nasty looks however, and he definitely looked guilty.
Goth and Jeeza's daughters got along rather well, Jeeza's oldest, Mara, was a rather friendly and engaging young girl. Sara also liked Goth, and Goth liked her as well.
When Jeeza asked Goth if she would like to stay the night, she looked torn.
"Goth, stay the night, its okay." I told her, "I'll be in town for a few weeks; I'll