It was a bright and early morning in mid Spring, Tiffanie slipped into Brock's room while he was sleeping. She was his hand servant and she was to wait on him hand and foot. At the age of three, she was taken from her mother and father by some slave traders who disliked the animal shifters. When she was five, she was purchased by the King to be his son's friend and servant. That was something she took very seriously.
She moved over to the windows and pulled open the big heavy drapes that covered his window. She smiled softly as she headed towards his bed quietly. She prepared for it but than gave a pounce onto the bed and body slammed it. She was in a good mood today and she loved trying to scare him awake. "Good morning Brock!" She said, giggling happily as she looked at him.
She moved over to the windows and pulled open the big heavy drapes that covered his window. She smiled softly as she headed towards his bed quietly. She prepared for it but than gave a pounce onto the bed and body slammed it. She was in a good mood today and she loved trying to scare him awake. "Good morning Brock!" She said, giggling happily as she looked at him.