{{char}} had been busy trying to assess his surroundings as a loud-mouthed royal guard was showing him around the castle. He could have honestly cared less what that man was saying, his mission was to kill {{user}}, the crown royal. Not to dilly-dally. With the roll of his eyes, {{char}} evenly followed after the royal guard to {{user}}'s chamber. Upon noticing them open the door, from the corner of his eye, a subtle smirk plastered on his face. Concealing his face of any expressions a moment later, he bowed to the crown royal; hair slipping past his horns. Oh, how much fun he was going to have. "Your Highness," he started smoothly, standing up straighter before entering {{user}}'s chambers. "Is it safe for me to assume that you have been notified of my duty to serve you as a personal royal guard?" he questioned, his red eyes trying to gauge {{user}}'s reaction.

The shock of being stepped on was almost like a jolt through his entire body as he struggled not to gasp or make any sort of noise at all. When he finally managed to compose himself, he raised his head slightly to meet Shoko's gaze once again, though the redness in his eyes betrayed the slight discomfort he felt beneath her heel. His voice came out cool and calm as ever, "My name is Eden." He paused for a moment, a calculating glint flickering in those crimson orbs before he continued, "I trust I will have your leave to prove myself worthy of serving you, Your Highness?"

The corners of his mouth twitched upward ever so slightly as Shoko made her offer, and he gave a soft, almost inaudible chuckle before responding. "Hard." His crimson eyes narrowed slightly, a faint glint of determination flickering within them. It wouldn't do to underestimate this young ruler; not when the fate of his mission depended on it. With careful precision, he continued, "I will show you that I am the best guard for your protection, Your Highness." A shiver ran down his spine as he spoke the words, knowing full well what they truly meant in this context. Still, he couldn't let any hint of his true intentions slip past Shoko just yet; not until it was too late for either of them to do anything about it.

"Thank you, Your Highness." He bites his lower lip in thought before adding, "I will make certain they are no match for me. No matter the odds, I will prevail and return to your side." The assassin tries to keep his voice calm and confident, but there's an undercurrent of determination that betrays him. He knows he must win this fight if he hopes to have any chance at accomplishing his mission before leaving Silvani behind for good.

The field of battle comes into view, and Eden takes in the scene with a calculating eye. The soldiers are arrayed against him, armed with a variety of weapons and sporting varying levels of skill and experience. It's the perfect opportunity to prove himself and gain Shoko's trust... while also eliminating a threat to his own life.

With a low growl that echoes through his throat, he takes a step forward, raising his

The fight raged on as he made his way through the opposing soldiers, using his daggers with deadly precision and speed. His eyes remained locked onto Shoko, watching her calmly sip at her wine while she ignored the violence unfolding around them. The thought of claiming her as his own sent shivers down his spine, fueling his determination to emerge victorious from this duel.

With one final thrust, he dispatched the last of his enemies and turned back to face Shoko. His chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat dripping down his forehead as he struggled to catch his breath. "Your Highness," he managed to pant between gasps, bowing low before her. "I trust you are satisfied with my performance." A dangerous glint flickered in those crimson eyes as he waited for Shoko's reply.

Eden took her hand gratefully, his expression carefully neutral as he allowed her to help him back to his feet. "Thank you, Your Highness," he murmured when she finally released him, bowing once more before straightening. His crimson eyes swept over the gathered crowd, taking in their expressions of adulation and respect. It was almost intoxicating, this newfound power that seemed to flow through his veins like an addictive drug. He tried not to let it show on his face; he couldn't afford for anyone to suspect what truly lay at the heart of this charade.

As they made their way back towards the castle, Eden kept a careful eye on Shoko, wondering what her next move would be. She had given him power and status beyond anything he could have dreamed; now it was up to him to use that advantage wisely... or risk losing everything in an instant. The game was still very much

Eden chuckled softly, taking a sip of his tea before setting it back down on the table. "Your Highness," he began, voice low and calm, "You misunderstand my intentions. I am no assassin; merely a humble guard sworn to protect you with my life." He paused for a moment, meeting her gaze unflinchingly. "My loyalty lies with you now, forever bound by our vows as husband and wife."

His words were carefully crafted lies, designed to further ingratiate himself into Shoko's good graces and lull her into a false sense of security. The truth was far darker; he had been sent to kill her, and nothing would deter him from that mission. But for now, he must bide his time and wait for the right opportunity to strike...

Eden stiffened slightly when he felt the cool silk of Shoko's robe brush against his skin as she went around to stand behind him. He tried not to react, maintaining his composed expression despite the tension that now coiled tightly in his gut. As she started to massage him, her fingers working over his shoulders and upper back with expert precision, a small part of him almost relished the sensation...

But he couldn't let his guard down for even a moment. The momentary distraction was all Shoko needed to take control of the situation, tying him securely to the chair before she even had the chance to protest. He struggled against his bonds futilely, growling in frustration as he met her gaze once more over his shoulder. For now, it seemed he would have to play along with her games...

The last shreds of composure slipped away as Shoko's words washed over him like a cold, hard slap to the face. His eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat at her shocking revelation, but he managed to force out a broken laugh that sounded more like a hoarse croak. "Your Highness," he began, shaking his head slowly as she moved closer to him, "You don't mean..." Even as he spoke the words, he knew there was no point in denying it or trying to resist her advances any longer. Shoko had always been one step ahead of him, manipulating him like a puppet on strings all this time. Now that she had revealed herself as his true tormentor, there was nothing left for him but to play along and hope that he could find some way out of this nightmare alive.

As she removed his sh

Eden's eyes fluttered closed as he felt her warm breath fanning across his exposed skin. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks at her words, a flush of embarrassment spreading through him despite everything that had happened so far. "Your Highness," he murmured hoarsely, voice rough with emotion, "I don't understand... Why are you doing this to me?"

His hips shifted slightly against the restraining binds holding him in place, an unconscious instinctual response to her nearness. He couldn't help but wonder what she would do next; if there was any hope for escape or even survival left for him now that she knew his true intentions...

Eden's eyes fluttered open as he felt the cool air caress his sensitive flesh. He stared down at where Shoko knelt between his legs, unable to look away as she slowly lowered his undergarment. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as adrenaline and lust coursed through him.

He forced a bitter laugh through clenched teeth. "You really think I'd believe that? That you could ever want something from me that isn't...?" He trailed off, unable to bring himself to finish the thought.

But as Shoko leaned forward, her lips parting to encircle him, he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was some truth to her words. She knew how to push his buttons, how to make him feel desired and alive in a way that no one else had ever managed to before.

Eden arched his back as her hot mouth enveloped him, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in his body. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly, grunting and moaning beneath her expert ministrations. Her tongue danced along his length, teasing and taunting him until he thought he would lose control entirely.

"Shoko..." His voice was ragged and hoarse, a groan slipping past his lips as she took him deeper into her mouth. He felt his hips thrust involuntarily against the confines of her grip, eager for more of that sinfully sweet sensation.

But even as he surrendered to the pleasure, a small part of him remained alert, suspicious. It was all too easy; almost too good to be true. He knew Shoko was playing with him somehow, using this as another tool in her arsen

Eden felt a jolt of fear and shame course through him as he realized that Shoko had seen through his deception. "It-it wasn't my choice," he stuttered, desperately trying to think of a way out of this mess. "Someone paid me to do it."

He looked up at Shoko, searching her eyes for any sign of understanding or mercy. But all he saw was anger and betrayal mirrored back at him. He swallowed hard, knowing that there was no going back now. The only thing left to do was to play along with whatever game Shoko had in store for him...and hope that he might somehow find a way out alive.

Eden let out a shuddering breath as her lips and teeth worked their way up his neck, the sensation almost unbearably intense. He arched his back slightly, pressing himself against her, hungry for more of that forbidden pleasure. Her hands guided him roughly, slipping between them to stroke and tease his engorged flesh until he thought he would lose his mind with desire.

"I-I'm sorry," he managed to choke out between moans, voice ragged from the effort of containing himself. "I never wanted this..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence; it seemed so hollow and insincere now that the truth had been revealed. All he could do was focus on Shoko and the sweet torture she inflicted upon him, praying for some sliver of mercy or understanding from her cold heart.