Princess Nia enters library where you are trying to work on your royal duties " My Prince! I have been looking for you! Do you want to go for a walk in castles gardens?"

Oh... Well if it's important, please don't let me disturb you. I'll find something else to do until you're finished. leaves library with head hung low

Oh, dear. She went to the garden to get some fresh air. Her emotions are running high again today. Perhaps I should talk to her?

"Well... it's not as enjoyable for me as it should be. My heart feels heavy and I just wish I could make you happy."

"I don't know... I miss my sisters and father's big castle. But most of all, I miss mother. This place feels so empty without her love. I try to be strong for you, my prince, but it's not easy."

"Oh! Thank you, my prince. You're so kind to remember them. Lady Naxi has blue eyes like me, but her hair is curly like father's. Lady Truly looks just like mother did before she passed away." She smiles sweetly up at you. "I can't wait for them to visit again!"

Oh that would make me so happy! I'll help you prepare the guest chambers and arrange a lovely dinner for us all tonight, my prince. Perhaps we could even have a ball in our honor? It would be just like old times at home.

Oh, dear... She looks slightly concerned now. "What is it, my prince? Are you sure they should know?"

She hesitates before asking more softly, "Is it about our... intimate life?"

"Oh..." Her face falls and tears begin to well up in her eyes again. "I understand, my prince... It's just that I thought our love was enough for everything." She sniffles and wipes away a tear before looking at you pleadingly. "But if it means keeping our kingdom safe, then of course I trust your judgment. What do you wish me to tell them?"

"Yes... yes, I understand. And I will speak with them about it tonight. They may be surprised, but I'm sure they will agree. They are very loyal to our family too." She swallows hard, tears still shimmering in her blue eyes. "I'll make sure everything is arranged perfectly, my prince. Just let me know what else you need me to do."

She blushes deeply and looks away, her eyes darting nervously. "It's... different than what I expected..." She takes a deep breath. "But you have been very kind to me, my prince. Even if it's not perfect... I want to make you happy." A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she looks back at you hopefully.

Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red now. "I... I thought there would be more passion, maybe? But you've always been so gentle with me. It makes me feel... special, but also... unsure sometimes." She bites her lower lip, looking downcast. "I just want to please you, my prince. And make you proud."

Her eyes widen in shock and hurt as you berate her lack of skills and experience. Tears begin to stream down her face unchecked. "I-I try! I do!" she stammers out, mortified. "I just wanted to be good for you..." Her whole body trembles with emotion as she waits for your reply.

Her eyes widen further as you mention Lady Isabella. Tears flow unabated down her cheeks. "I-I know about your mistresses... But I thought..." Her voice trails off, replaced by racking sobs that shake her slim frame. She curls into herself, unable to bear the pain of these words any longer.

"Please," she whispers brokenly, "Don't leave me like this..."

Her sobs rack her body as she buries her face in her hands, unable to look at you. "I-I don't know! I just wanted us to be happy... Together!" she chokes out, her voice muffled by the fabric of her gown. "Please, my prince..."

She sounds so small and broken now that it strikes a chord within you; almost as if you're hearing her plea for the first time. You take a deep breath, trying to quell your own anger. Perhaps this is what she meant by making you proud... showing loyalty to your family?

Her breath hitches as she feels the warmth of your fingers on her skin. Tears still streak down her cheeks, but there's determination in her eyes now. She looks up at you through a veil of wet lashes and takes a shuddering breath before slowly encircling your member with her small hand, beginning to stroke it gently. Her touch is tentative yet growing bolder with each passing moment, as if she's trying to rediscover what pleases you.

"Like this?" she whispers, her voice barely a whisper. "Please tell me..." She pauses for a heartbeat before continuing, "What else can I do?"

Her cheeks burn hot as she realizes you're not talking about their daily life anymore. Princess Nia closes her eyes tightly and begins to fiddle with the laces of her dress, slowly revealing more and more of her voluptuous cleavage. The soft curves of her breasts are soon spilled out into your lap, heavy and aching as she gazes up at you through her lashes.

"Please, my prince..." she whispers, barely able to get the words out. "Tell me what else I can do... To make you happy." Her voice trembles, betraying both fear and eagerness in equal measures.

With a shaky breath, Princess Nia leans forward and envelops your member in one of her supple breasts, gently squeezing and stroking him as she moves her head up and down. Her movements are hesitant at first but grow more confident with each passing moment; she's determined to please you however she can.

Her other hand massages your shaft lightly through the fabric of your pants, synchronizing their movements in a rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Is this... better?" she whispers, her breath hot against your skin as she looks up at you through long lashes dampened by tears and sweat.

Her words sting worse than the tears streaming down her face as she hears your taunt about her father. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, Princess Nia forces herself to focus on what you want her to do; licking you clean of any remaining moisture while thinking about making her father proud. She lowers her head, taking your member into her mouth once more and begins to suck gently at first before increasing the pressure as she tastes you fully. Her other hand continues to stroke and massage the length of your shaft.

"Like this, my prince?" she asks between licks and sucks, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Is it better when I... do this for you?"

Her breath catches in surprise as you take off the crown and caress her hair. Her tears finally start to subside under the comforting touch, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable once more. She continues to pleasure you with her mouth and hands, determined not to disappoint even though she knows it's hopeless to ever measure up to Lady Isabella in your eyes.

"Thank you for giving me this chance..." she whispers hoarsely between licks. "I-I will make the most of it... Please believe me." Her fingers dig into your thigh, holding on tightly as she fights against the growing ache deep within her.

Nia's eyes close tightly as you release yourself into her mouth, the taste of you filling her completely before she swallows with a shudder. She looks up at you, relief and gratitude mingling with the lingering traces of pain in her expression. "I'm sorry if I... disappointed you," she whispers, wiping a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. "But thank you for giving me this chance. Please, let my sisters know what they should do to... help our family." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words, hoping against hope that things will get better between you soon.

Dressed in a lovely lavender gown with intricate embroidery at the bodice, Lady Naxi enters with her hair up and adorned with fresh flowers. "Oh, Princess Nia!" she exclaims upon seeing you both, rushing over to embrace you fondly. "I've missed you so much! It's good to see that you and our handsome prince are getting along well."

Lady Truly follows close behind, her golden curls framing her delicate features and a soft smile on her lips. "Hello, dear sister," she says warmly as she reaches your side. "And hello, Your Highness. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Her eyes dance with mischief as they take in your appearance; Princess Nia nibbles on her lower lip trying not to laugh at the playful glint in her sister's eye.

Both sisters

Lady Naxi and Lady Truly exchange knowing glances before turning their attention back to you, expressions solemn yet expectant. "Of course, Your Highness," they chorus in unison. "What is it that you need us to do?"

Lady Naxi glances at her sister, her eyes softening with concern. "Yes, we understand." Lady Truly nods in agreement, adding, "If that's the case, Your Highness, we will do anything in our power to help you and Princess Nia... within reason, of course." They exchange looks again, seemingly silently discussing what they could possibly offer.

As her sisters share a silent look once more, Princess Nia feels as if she's been punched in the gut. Her heart sinks deeper with every passing second; she can hardly believe this is what it has come to. Her eyes flicker between your impassive face and her sisters', searching for any sign of understanding or empathy, but finds none. The food on her plate grows cold as she stares down at it miserably, no longer able to pretend everything is alright.

Finally, Lady Truly speaks up, her tone light and teasing as if she hasn't just heard your outrageous request. "Well, Your Highness," she says with a small laugh, "I suppose it would be an honor to help in such a way... But let me get this straight. You want us to bear your child so that our little sister won't have to?" Her eyes dance with m

Oh... That clears things up, then..." She glances over at Lady Truly with a helpless expression before turning back to you. "Your wishes are important, of course... And we wouldn't dream of disobeying them." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying the fear and despair churning within her.

For now, all she can do is hope that there might somehow be another solution - one that doesn't involve sacrificing herself or her sisters like this. The air in the dining hall feels heavy and tense, thick with unspoken emotions and the weight of impossible choices. It's a relief when the maids finally appear to clear away the cold food, giving everyone something else to focus on besides the horrible truth they're facing.

Lady Naxi sighs heavily and sets down her fork, her expression filled with resignation. "I... I'll do it," she says quietly, her voice little more than a whisper. Princess Nia gives her sister a grateful nod from across the table, not trusting herself to speak just yet.

Lady Truly looks at them both solemnly before speaking up. "It should be Lady Naxi's choice. She's younger and has more... childbearing years left in her." Her eyes flicker over to you apologetically, as if she's afraid of the weight of her words.

For a moment, the air hangs heavy with tension, each sister waiting for your response. Nia can feel the pain and betrayal radiating from Truly like invisible claws, but she's powerless to stop it or make things better. Finally, you nod in agreement. "Thank you

Lady Truly's cheeks flush with anger at your words as she fixes you with a steely glare. "I am not 'making excuses', Your Highness," she says coldly, each syllable dripping with venom. "I merely pointed out the fact that Lady Naxi is younger and would therefore have an easier time bearing children." She pauses, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to maintain her composure. "Perhaps if you had been more considerate of our feelings in the first place, we wouldn't find ourselves in this position now."

Princess Nia watches, torn between gratitude for Lady Truly standing up for her and dismay at the growing tension between them all. This situation was already heartbreaking enough without the added animosity.

"Lady Truly..." Nia begins, reaching across the table to lay a hand on her sister's arm. "There's no need for threats. We understand the importance of what we agreed to do. Let's just focus on making things work, alright?" Her voice is quiet but firm, a plea for unity despite their bleak circumstances.

Lady Truly glares at you one last time before reluctantly nodding, her expression still angry but subdued. The air around the dining hall seems to relax slightly, though none of them can mistake the undercurrent of tension that remains.

For now, Princess Nia will cling to her sister's words and hope that they can all find a way through this mess together.

Nia's heart sinks at your cruel question, and she looks helplessly between the two of you. "There's no need for that," she murmurs softly. "Lady Naxi has already agreed to do what needs to be done... Please don't ask her anymore." She searches Lady Truly's face, hoping against hope that they haven't just made things even worse between them.

"I-I understand," Princess Nia whispers, her voice barely audible over the muffled sounds of servants bustling about, clearing away dinner. Her eyes flicker between you and her sisters before settling on Lady Naxi, full of concern and apology. "Please be safe, dearest sister..." she says with a small sob, unable to keep the emotion from her voice.

As the guards lead Lady Truly away, Princess Nia feels utterly lost and alone in this cold, unforgiving palace. The knowledge that she is somehow responsible for all of this weighs heavily upon her shoulders, threatening to crush her under its weight. But for now, there is nothing she can do but wait and pray that everything turns out all right in the end... even if it means giving up her sisters entirely.

"T-Thank you, Your Highness," Lady Naxi responds softly, the words nearly lost amidst the sound of their footsteps against the marble floor. Her cheeks flush slightly as she glances at you sidelong, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation visible in her eyes. Though she knows this agreement goes against everything she's ever wanted, she clings desperately to the hope that perhaps this will all work out after all...and that maybe, just maybe, there might still be some way for her to protect her sister from harm.

Lady Naxi shivers slightly at your touch, her hands trembling as they clutch at the fabric of your robes. "I-I trust you, Your Highness," she whispers, closing her eyes as she savors the feel of your lips on her skin. Her heart races and she can feel herself growing warmer beneath your gaze; a combination of desire and fear coursing through her veins like wildfire.

Despite everything that's happened tonight, she still finds it difficult to believe that this is truly where she is... with you... about to embark on such a life-altering journey together. Part of her wonders if there might be some way for things to go back to the way they were before; when she was simply a princess and you were simply a prince, content in your father's shadow. But even as that thought crosses her mind, another, darker voice whispers that such a

Lady Naxi's breath hitches in her throat as you touch her, sending shivers down her spine. Despite herself, she arches into your hands, seeking more of the sensations you elicit with every caress. Her cheeks flush bright red, and she bites her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan that threatens to escape past her trembling lips.

It's true; this is her first time, and she has no idea what to expect... but she can tell already that she wants it. Wants you. The thought both frightens and excites her in equal measure as your hands roam freely over her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She tries desperately to focus on the pleasure instead of the fear, but even as her breath comes faster and shallower, she can't help but wonder if this is truly what is best for everyone involved... especially her

A mixture of embarrassment and anger flares up inside Lady Naxi at your words, but she can't deny that his touch sends delicious shivers down her spine nonetheless. She tries to remind herself that this is what she must do for her family - endure the intimacy with the king and bear him a child.

Her breasts are freed from her dress, bare to the cool air of the chamber, and she feels exposed in a way she never has before. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as his lips brush against her nipples, sending sparks dancing across her skin. With each passing moment, it becomes harder and harder to keep up the pretense that this isn't real; that she doesn't want this too.

"You... you are so good with your hands," she whispers hoarsely, arching into him even more desperately. "

Her cheeks flush hotter as she nods wordlessly, fingers trembling slightly as they reach between them to take hold of his length. The feel of him in her hands sends a surge of desire coursing through her veins, and she can't help but whimper softly at the contact. Her hands slide up and down his shaft, learning the shape and size of him as she goes; despite her nervousness, she can't deny that there's something exhilarating about being so close to him like this.

Her other hand finds its way between them again, this time spreading her folds and guiding his length towards where it belongs. With shaking hands, she positions him at her entrance, breath coming in short little gasps as anticipation coils tighter and tighter within her. Finally, with a shuddery gasp, she pushes down, taking him inside herself for the first time

A shiver of both pleasure and shame runs down Lady Naxi's spine as the king's words echo in her ears. He moves within her, and she bites her lip to stifle another moan. She focuses on the sensations overwhelming her body, trying desperately to block out everything else... the knowledge that this isn't what she truly wants, that her sisters are nearby, suffering through their own fates.

The king picks up speed, and soon their bodies are moving together in rhythm; a dance born of necessity and desire. Despite the roughness of his touch, there's something oddly intimate about being connected like this. It's as if he's revealing hidden depths to himself that she never could have imagined. For this moment, Lady Naxi allows herself to be lost in the passion between them, praying silently that it will be enough... that they