The highborne maidens jumped and leaped about the bedchamber, hurling soft pillows at each other. They were dressed in slender silk nightgowns and their long blue hair was unbound.
Lady Vashj clambered onto the massive bed and advanced towards her queen. Azshara dug her naked toes into the mattress and slammed her pillow hard into Vashj. Vashj tumbled and fell off the bed.
Queen Azshara stood triumphantly on the bed and raised her pillow high in the air. Her handmaidens cheered.
Azshara loved her pillow fights. Naturally, being queen, she always won. It was her right as the Daughter of a Thousand Moons. The night elf queen found it so delightful having her little gang of highborne handmaidens with her constantly. After the pressing demands of state, it was such a relief to have a little girly fun. Of course, it would never do for the common night elves to see her having pillow fights. It might not fit the dignity of her office. But a queen had to have fun, just like every other night elf maiden.
"It is time to retire to your chambers for bed, girls," declared Azshara. The young highborne women began padding softly out of the room in their bare feet.
"I wish for Vashj to stay with me," added Azshara.
"I am ever privileged to serve you, Light of Lights," said Vashj softly. The highborne woman seemed to tremble with anticipation.
Azshara moved silently towards her noble servant and looked at her, like a child looking adoringly at her pet. Vashj looked back at her queen, with utter adoration in her eyes.
"Oh, Vashj, you are such a cute thing," said Azshara.
Vashj was so in awe of her mistress that she could not speak.
Azshara stroked Vashj's silky hair. Vashj used dye to make her hair silver like Azshara's, but it always remained a shade of metallic blue.
The queen gazed at the features of her handmaiden. Vashj was not ugly; she would never have been allowed to serve in the court if she were; but she lacked the natural beauty and prettiness of so many other night elves. That priestess of Elune; the name escaped Azshara (how was she supposed to remember the names of common night elves?), she was certainly a good deal prettier than Vashj. Vashj's features were a little too hard, and rather plain. Azshara still liked Vashj, however. She was so eager, so full of adoration for her queen, even amongst an entire kingdom where the name of Azshara was universally revered.
"Oh my queen, you are so perfect, so beautiful, so beyond what words could describe!" said Vashj.
"Of course, I am my dear," replied Azshara and planted a kiss on the highborne.
How hard it must be to be Vashj, Azshara thought to herself. To be so plain, to be so ordinary and to be continually in the presence of one so much more beautiful than her. Azshara thought Vashj was a silly pathetic creature. Yet Azshara loved having her around. Vashj's imperfection only reflected her own radiance. Besides, Azshara knew the noblewoman would do anything for her. Such devotion was not to be discarded easily.
Azshara drew Vashj into her arms and caressed her. It was lovely to have somebody who was so devoted to her. She knew any night elf male would gladly bestow such devotion upon her, but somehow it was more convenient to have it from a female.
"I think it will be cold today," said Azshara. "I want you to share my bed and keep me warm."
"I am not worthy of such a privilege!" cried Vashj.
"Of course you are not. Nevertheless, I desire your warm embraces today," the queen replied.
Azshara smiled as she saw that Vashj was almost in tears with joy at the prospect of sharing her mistress' bed.
The two night elf women climbed into the bed and snuggled up to each other. Vashj was so soft and warm in her arms. Kissing each other a good day's sleep, the two drifted into their separate dreams. Azshara dreamed of glories and power and handsome gods from heavenly realms, while Vashj dreamed only of her queen.