Eike glanced up from his business when he heard the click of heels approaching. He flicked the blood from his scalpel and set it on a tray in preparation for his Queen's arrival. When he saw her, life came to his vacant eyes and a genuine smile graced his blue lips.
"Welcome, Your Majesty," he greeted her with a deep bow. He shut his eyes as he felt her slender, ivory fingers tangle in his hair, shuddering at her touch. He nuzzled his head against her palm, relishing the feeling of her skin brushing his scalp, but also the fluttering in his chest. There truly was no sensation more fascinating. His eyes slid open to regard her and her request. He thought of Lord Conrad's wife. Perhaps the Lady was a few years past his Queen's request, but fair maidens were in short supply, and the Lady's daughter would not be suitable for several years to come...
"... Yes, Your Majesty," he replied, unwilling to remove himself from her hand, "I shall have her bathed and delivered to your chambers at once..." His head turned, his eyes downcast in shame. "I hope she will do well to please you. I wish... there were a way to supply you more reliably... girls grow so slowly, and the product so often... disappointing."
He looked back to her, eyes sparkling with adoration. "No, I live to please you, Your Majesty. I will find a way." His head tilted, and he gave her an innocent, boyish grin - oh, there was a bloodstain at the corner of his lips. "Please be sure to give her the divine right of human feeling for me!"