This choice: Hippolyta's Tiny Servant • Go Back...Chapter #12Hippolyta's Tiny Servant by: ejones312   The night quickly came and went, and soon the morning sun began to rise. Neither the queen, nor her surrogate son had any dreams to recollect, no nightmares to plague them in the waking world. Though the sunlight was filtered through the curtains in the queen's chambers, the gentle glow was able to arouse Hippolyta from her slumber. With a soft, gentle sigh, the queen of the Amazons fluttered her eyes open, inhaled through her nostrils, and stretched.
Hippolyta gently sat up and released her pent-up sight. She looked over to the birdcage at her nightstand, smiling warmly at the little figure of the shrunken boy resting in her covers. She opened the birdcage door and gently ran her fingers over the young boy's body.
"Timmy? Timmy? Wake up, child, it's morning," Hippolyta cooed, gently prodding the boy's body.
"Mmmm, I don't wanna get up," the boy mumbled in his sleep. "Five more minutes, mommy."
Hippolyta remembered how as a child, Diana would try to resist her attempts to be woken up, and this was before she went into training at a young age. This made her chuckle from the nostalgia and tried again. "Timmy, if you do not get up, you will not receive any breakfast."
Breakfast? The thought of food made the boy sit upwards in his new bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning as his hair stood on edge. He blinked his eyes and woke up to the giant face of Queen Hippolyta, and suddenly the memories of the previous day rushed back to him, from his size reduction to surviving the plane accident, to meeting the queen of Themyscira who towered over him. He also remembered one more important detail from yesterday.
“Good morning, momma,” Timmy greeted.
“Good morning to you too, Timmy,” Hippolyta returned the greeting. “Have you slept well?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“That is good to hear because today is the first day of your servitude to the Queen, young one,” Hippolyta reminded the boy. “Your servitude begins once we’ve had our fill of breakfast."
While Timmy woke up, yawned, and stretched, Hippolyta retreated to her changing curtain and changed into her formal royal clothing. Her head of hair tied up and adorned with a crown, her body wrapped up in her toga, and her feet wrapped up in her sandals, Hippolyta lowered her palm to the table, and Timmy accepted the invitation. He crawled onto the fleshy platform and allowed his guardian to hold him close to her bosom.
At that moment, who should enter the Queen’s chambers but Hippolyta’s most loyal sister and lover?
“I bid you good morning, my Queen,” Philippus greeted with a bow.
“And I as well, Philippus,” Hippolyta replied.
“How does the boy fare?”
“He is fine, Philippus,” Hippolyta answered, showcasing the boy. “Today is his first day of servitude. We were about to grab some breakfast.”
“There is no need, my Queen,” Philippus insisted. “I know you are taking the day to teach the boy his servitude. That is why I have brought your breakfast to you.”
All of a sudden, a few servants came in with a platter of meats, cheese, a pitcher of milk, and fruits, including an apple, grapes, bananas, and a small assortment of berries. Timmy watched the food being brought in with hungry intrigue as the platter was set on the nightstand. With a bow, Philippus excused herself as the queen and her shrunken charge enjoyed their breakfast.
Hippolyta watched the boy with intrigue as he could only eat his breakfast in tiny nibble-sized portions in comparison to how she eats. He ate only a tiny strap of meat, a little cut of cheese, and could only eat a quarter cut of a grape. When Timmy needed milk, he held out his hands while Hippolyta poured a little drop into his cupped palms and sucked it up. She would need to accommodate him for that.
When the meal was done and they had their fill, Hippolyta leaned back and gave the boy some time to digest his food.
“Did you enjoy your meal, Timmy?”
“Mm-hmm.” Timmy let out a small burp. “Excuse me.”
Hippolyta giggled a little before she dropped it for a more serious demeanor.
“Now then, Timmy, since you have eaten your fill, it is time to begin your servitude,” Hippolyta reminded the boy. “Though you may be small, I am certain that there are ways that you may serve me. We will begin with something simple and nothing too strenuous for your age.”
“Yes, my Queen, I’ll do my best,” Timmy said, remembering the required protocol.
“You are a good lad,” Hippolyta commended as she scooped up Timmy with one hand and gilded him towards…
1.)...the floor; Hippolyta wants Timmy to massage her feet.
2.)...the nightstand with the bowl of fruit; Hippolyta wants Timmy to feed her the fruit from the bowl.
3.)... her back; Hippolyta wants Timmy to massage her back.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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