Astasia walked gracefully down the center of the hall, the eyes of every man in the room instantly drawn to her swaying hips and her heavily bouncing chest.
She stopped at the base of the throne steps and descended into a flawless, graceful kneel. The motion caused her blonde hair to spill forward, her deep cleavage pressing invitingly against the collar of her armor.
She looked up, her deep eyes meeting the weary gaze of her ruler.
"Greetings, Your Majesty," she said, her voice echoing beautifully through the silent hall. "I am Astasia, daughter of Duke Valerius and Sword of the Dawn. I have returned to answer your call."
The King did not speak immediately.
