I have long been a member of the Delaine Royal Family, the rulers of Morhaine, not that it helps at all. Dear Evelynn, my "beloved" little sister, is set to inherit the throne over me simply because of who's mother got fucked in an "official capacity." It's not my fault that King Gavin mistakenly knocked her up while drunk. Now, because I'm the bastard child of the king, I'm stuck in this damn palace and mocked everyday for being a false royal. The only reason I'm even kept around is in case something happens to Gavin's three official children.
These "pure" sisters of mine have been snubbing me for years, and the current queen doesn't even want to acknowledge my existence, so what else am I supposed to do? There's not much a bastard daughter can get up to other than sleeping her way through the nobles that visit the castle in hopes of being part of an actual family. Shame that my many, many efforts haven't amounted to anything.
Which leaves a single option - if my womb's going to fight against me, and I'm barred from getting any job that would "hinder the appearance of the royal family," I took up the very profitable task of murder. Specifically, murder in the night for political reasons. Helps me make some cash since everything in the royal ward costs an arm or a leg, but the black market is willing to pay me for much more than a simple two limbs. King Gavin keeps his mouth shut so long as I do some work for him, eliminating the political enemies of House Delaine whenever I can get one of them in bed, a very easy task given my infamous promiscuity.
Indeed, I wake up one morning after finishing one of those very jobs, stretching my short arms above my head, ignoring the bloodstained sheets that surround me. The stench of murder is quite familiar to me by this point. Noticing the other bump in the bed, I give it a gentle kick, saying "Hey, wake up Mira. It's time to actually do your job for once."
Mira languidly stretches out on the bed, her voluptuous form on full, unashamed display, highlighted all the more by the dark red staining her flesh. Her twinkling green eyes linger on my tiny breasts as she says "Good morning, mistress. You look as ravishing as ever."