[Runesmith]

Zaheera woke up early morning, and cleaned herself in the adjoining servant's quarters, trying not to disturb the sleeping attendants. By the time the princess woke up, she had the necessities for the morning ablutions prepared. The princess was definitely not a morning person. She woke up around 10am, missing the dawn Fajr prayers. Zaheera presented the princess with a small cup of jasmin tea in bed, and led her to the bathroom. Although Zaheera dutifully cleaned the princess's piss with her tongue as she had done the previous night, there was no sign of arousal from the princess, as had been the previous night. The morning piss tasted very bitter, like spoiled beer, and had a strong smell. This time, Zaheera had known well enough to keep her mouth tightly closed as the princess pissed on her face. Thankfully, when the princess voided her bowels, a tongue cleanup was not required - Zaheera wasn't sure whether she could have managed that, even under the pain of death. Instead, cotton pads soaked in rose water did the job.

As the princess was finishing up her breakfast (almost brunch) of Nasi Lemak (rice cooked in coconut milk and pandan leaves, served with fried egg, fried fish, roasted peanuts, cucumber and fiery sambal belachang), the day attendant came in, bringing with her the princess's son. The little prince ran in with the exuberance that every 7 year old possesses, dressed in a spiderman suit, waving a plastic light saber, yelling, "mama, mama, look! I am jedi spiderman!"

The little prince lived in his own quarters, being brought up by a wet nurse as an infant, and currently cared for by a pair of nannies. A private tutor schooled the little princes and princesses of the harem, until they were old enough to be sent to boarding schools in England or Switzerland. Every day, the little prince had a few hours together with his mother. He hardly ever saw his father.

The princess narrowly avoided falling off the office chair on which she had been sitting, finishing up breakfast while working on her laptop, when the little bundle of energy slammed in to her, enclosing her in a tight hug. "Jedi spiderman? Where do you get this silly ideas, anak?" tousled the princess the unruly hair on the boy's head, her stern face melting in to a sweet, happy smile of a mother enjoying a tender moment with her son. "Mama, have you seen? There's a huge ship!" babbled the boy excitedly dragging on the mother's hand. The princess stood up and let the excited boy lead her to the balcony, which opened out to the brilliant white sand of the beach, and the blue waters of the sea beyond, on which a large luxury yacht with several satellite antennae was sailing by. The day attendant motioned for Zaheera to clear the breakfast as she hurried behind the royalty.

The princess had left the laptop open. Zaheera glanced at the balcony where the boy was excitedly babbling and princess was laughing. It was the first time Zaheera had heard the princess laugh. Taking advantage of the distraction Zaheera studied the laptop while loading plates and dishes on to a tray. The princess had been looking at a PDF file, sent as an email attachment from what appeared to be an architectural firm in London. Having worked as an office assistant at the construction company Züblin prior to her last job, the slave could easily make out the plans.

It was a scale map of a small island with a small harbor, a helipad, several large resort style bungalows and several small buildings, labeled "spa", "massage pavilion", "music pavilion", "beach bar", and "catwalk". Noting the location where the princess was currently at, Zaheera quickly scrolled to the start of the document, which was titled "Resort project Pulau Kancil". The pages that followed had schematics and renderings of the buildings, ending with several pages of estimates. The final cost estimate ("not including expenses due to potential ground instabilities missed by the surveyors" read the disclaimer) came to 117 million pounds. Zaheera quickly scrolled back to the position the princess left the document at, picked up the tray and left, hoping that her small act of espionage would not be discovered. Even though she was sure that she covered her tracks well, her hands trembled as she held the tray.

In the late afternoon, when she met with her lover, she related everything she had memorized, and Madam Li took notes on her ever-present tablet. She appeared very pleased with the information that she was getting, and that made Zaheera happy. Afterwards, as they both lay in each other's arms, exhausted after the mutual orgasms, Zaheera knew she would do whatever she could for her lover, even if that meant risking her life.

That evening, when she entered the princess's apartment, princess wasn't working on her laptop. Instead, she was pacing around the room, and glared sternly at Zaheera as she entered. "Come here," demanded the princess, pointing at the floor at her feet. Zaheera quickly took her position, and waited nervously for the princess to speak, trying to hide the trembling in her hands. Had her snooping been discovered?