Tara was furious to learn that not only had the tensions between her brothers been diffused immensely, but they had started to discuss a mutual agreement to share power over the entire country. She didn't want that at all; they'd cut her out of the picture entirely, she knew, and she'd grown very found of ruling her province. She wanted to expand her power, not let it be curtailed by her miserable brothers. But if they allied to take over her own province, she knew that she didn't have a hope in hell of holding it at this point.
So she plotted, and waited until her brother Ravi came to visit her other brother, Narendra, in his capital city near the border he shared with her. She took a small party that was privvy to her plans-- sadly leaving her pets behind at home, not wanting to take the risk-- and travelled into the province under Ravi's banner.
Narendra's palace was quite well guarded, but as it happened, everyone was busy accomodating various meetings and parties and conspirings between the two brothers; and thanks to many years of running espionage, the princess ultimately had little trouble sneaking inside the palace, dressed as one of the many serving girls, knowing that if she avoided her brothers themselves, she'd never be recognized.
As soon as she was in, she quickly made her way to the room she was looking for, unlocking the door with a stolen key, and slipping inside.
The woman inside sighed at the sound of the door opening. She was sitting at the large loom that took up most of the room, but she turned around, making eye contact with the incognito princess. "What is it now?" she asked.
Tara took off the scarf covering her face, and looked down, seemingly coyly; then bowed a little bit. After all, the woman she was standing in front of was Narendra's wife. After she was sure she'd shown more than the required courtesy (which, in her brother's house, was not very much), she pinched her bottom lip, seemingly lost in thought.
"I'm not supposed to be here," she admitted. "I snuck in."
"My husband'll kill you if he finds out," his wife said.
"If you don't tell, I won't," Tara replied with a smile.
Her brother's wife looked her down thoroughly, trying to size her up. Then she stared at her eyes-- it felt like they were piercing deeply. "I hate him. He's the reason I'm locked in this damned room to begin with. Why would I ever do that?"
Tara stepped forward, approaching her. She smiled even more, seeming as if she was about to say something, then she stopped. She pinched her lip again, pausing again, then finally let out a tiny little sigh.
"I... I can't do this. I... have something to admit," she said. "I'm not really one of your husband's servants."
"No?"
Tara shook her head, trying her best to seem nervous. "I... I was sent by one of his brother's men. I'm... can you believe it? I'm supposed to come in here and seduce you, then... well...."
The wife looked amused. "Oh, really," she said.
"I know! It's just... ridiculous, isn't it?" Tara shifted awkwardly, trying to look as embarassed as she could.
The woman just stared, seemingly reflected; then she got off the chair, and sat down on the floor, motioning. "It sure is," she said, "but... I certainly wouldn't mind the company."
Tara hesitated, then moved forward and knelt down in front of her. "Is it lonely in here?" she asked after another moment's pause.
"You have no idea," the wife said with a sad sigh. "No life of my own, kept behind locked doors whenever there's company in the palace, forced to serve my damned husband's whims... God, it's awful. Miserable. Sad, sad, sad."
Tara frowned, and reached out, touching the wife's leg with some hesitation. "I'm so sorry," she said.
The woman took Tara's hand. She paused, holding it for a moment, lost in thought, before laughing just a little. "You know, it's too bad," she said. "I don't think I'd mind being seduced."
"R-really?" the princess stammered, leaning in.
"Really," she said, nodding. Their eyes were locked upon each other, and she leaned in just a little, too.
Tara squeezed the wife's hand a little, then, shivering, she moved even closer and kissed her ever so gently, barely more than brushing lips. Then she pulled her head back quickly, seemingly embarassed, looking away, murmuring, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...."
The wife shook her head, blushing. "Please, don't be...." She paused, moving her other hand up to touch the side of Tara's face. "Would you?"
The princess nodded slightly, then moved in again, kissing her. The woman shivered, kissing back unsurely, and Tara took the lead, squeezing her hand tightly, starting to undress her as they kissed. The woman let her, and they let go long enough to help completely undress her, and then Tara quickly did the same for herself, slipping off the heavy outfit, until she was finally completely naked, save for a strap around her lower thigh that held a small blade in a sheath. The wife noticed it, but seemingly took no heed, and they kissed again.
Tara moved in close, holding her warm body close as she lowered the woman down to the floor. She grinded against her, rubbing hotly against each other, stroking the wife's hair as they kissed. She tumbled and turned, letting them alternate who was on top as they went at it, the wife moaning and squirming with more pleasure than she'd ever felt before.
As she felt the other woman becoming more and more damp, groaning into her mouth more, Tara rolled over so the wife was on top of her, lowering her arms between their chests, fondling her gently. She broke from their kiss just in time for the wife to moan out, reaching orgasm and coming all over Tara below her. The princess just smiled up at her, and the wife looked down, staring into her eyes.
"Thank you," she whispered softly, and they kissed again, this time with the wife being more active, their sweaty naked bodies pressed tightly, tumbling against the floor. Tara waited patiently for her to slowly stop, rubbing the wife's sides gently as she did. Eventually, she broke off, lying on her side. The princess fell backwards, looking at her, seeing the sadness in the wife's eyes as she realized it was over.
Tara got dressed again and had to leave. She slipped out through the door, opening it only a crack, so even if anybody did see her exit the room, they wouldn't see her brother's wife lying completely naked on the floor-- save for a knife in a sheath, held by a band against her leg.