Erdith

Tiffans!

Meet the tempting Erdith from The Valentine Empress.

In some courtly circles, the most interesting negotiations don’t happen at the council table!

“Have you spoken to your father about me?”

“Sweet Erdith, as you well know my father is very ill.”

“Your brother then?”

“Why would I want to speak to my brother about you? Abelard has enough on his mind, right now, taking care of the estates and whatnot.”

“We’ve been seeing each other for three months now. Don’t you think it’s time you asked me?” You can almost feel the heat from Erdith’s glance under her eyelashes.

“You can’t be serious. You want a match with me? I’m the fifth son. Nobody wants the fifth son. They had to invent a title for me, for Heaven’s sake. That’s not a good match for you and you know it…”

Erdith walks towards the dressoir, her shoulders low, her head bent, her hands to her mouth. Short whimpers make her ass cheeks shake. From your viewpoint, her figure is even more hourglass shaped than the hourglass standing on it. In the mirror’s reflection, you catch the rounding of her smaller boob and the curve of her hip .

“Besides,” you continue, ignoring her theatrical tears, “Gefferay Kiprose is a much better catch for you. He will be an earl someday. His father is first minister and head of the Regent Council.”

As if on cue, the tears and whimpers stop. Erdith turns towards you. “And what, pray, do you mean by that?”

You point at her hand. “It’s Kiprose’s coat of arms on your handkerchief, silly.”

I love how Erdith acts when Waldren calls her little play.