Daughter to King Tarkulf and Queen Abrastal of the Bolkando Kingdom

Fourteenth daughter 

The short, curvy one dripped and dangled an astonishing assortment of gaudy jewelry.  The clothing she wore stretched the definition of the word.  Shurq suspected it had taken half the night to squeeze into the studded leggings, and the upper garment seemed to consist of little more than a mass of thin straps that turned her upper body into a symmetrical display of dimples and pouts.  Her plumpness was, perhaps, sign of her youth as much as soft living, although there was plenty of indolence in her rump-swaying, overly affected manner of walking – as if through a crowd of invisible but audibly gasping admirers – perched so perfectly atop high spike-heeled shoes, with one hand delicately raised.  Her petite features reminded Shurq of the painted exaggeration employed by stage actors and weeping orators, with ferociously dark eye liner flaring to glittering purple below the plucked line of her eyebrows; white dust and false bloom to the rounded plump cheeks, pink and amber gloss on the full lips in diagonal barbs converging on the corners of her faintly downturned mouth.  Her hair, silky black, was bound up in a frenzied array of braided knots speared with dozens of porcupine quills, each one tipped with pearls.

A step behind this two-legged tome of fashion travesty, walked the handmaiden – at least, that's what the captain assumed she was.  A head taller than most men, burly as a stevedore, the woman was dressed in an embroidered pink gown of some sort, shrieking femininity with a desperate air, and utterly failing to render the wearer any sort of elegance whatsoever.  Diamond studs glinted high on her cheeks – and Shurq frowned, realizing with a start that the handmaiden's face was surprisingly attractive, evenly featured, the eyes deep, the lips full and naturally sultry.  Her hair was cut close to the scalp, so blonde as to be very nearly white.(DoD)  (She appears to be both assassin and a mage of some sorts)

The plump princess was wearing a fur-lined cloak, the hood drawn up against the sharp offshore wind.  Her round, heavily made-up face looked dusted and flawless.  She clearly worked very hard at appearing older than she in truth was,..