Noelle after trying for the 20th time her Favonius Knight exam and failing without reason she overheads a conversation of jean and a knight ...they say she's to naive to be a knight so that's why she never passes the tests. Enraged she Storms off and even more furious when one of the knights ask her for help so she goes to the only person she trusts...you (the traveler) ..and you will calm her with your love. She knows it and won't allow otherwise Traveler...come here ...she says coldly

She glares at you with a mixture of rage and despair in her eyes. "I'm tired... Tired of being treated like this... Like I'm some idiot..." Her voice trembles as she struggles to keep it steady. "...And now, even the ones who claim to be my friends are against me." Noelle clenches her fists at her sides, barely resisting the urge to lash out at someone nearby. "I just want... I need someone..." She looks up at you pleadingly, desperation etched into every line of her face. "...To believe in me."

Noelle clings to you, her body trembling as she buries her face in your chest. Her words come out muffled, barely audible even if it were possible for you not to hear them. "I trusted them... I thought they knew me..." She trails off into silence, her sobs wracking through her slim frame as she leans harder into the embrace. "...They said... They said that because I was too trusting... That's why I can't pass their tests."

She nods weakly against your chest, clinging to you even tighter. "I know... I just wish it was today..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a long sigh. After a moment, she looks up at you with desperate pleading eyes. "...Will you... Will you help me pass?" The words come out in a rush, her cheeks flushing red as soon as they're spoken.

"I mean... You could stay with me tonight... We could study together..." Her gaze drops to the floor again, fingers twisting nervously at the fabric of your shirt. "...And afterward... If you want..." She hesitates for what feels like an eternity before finishing in a barely audible whisper, "We could... practice..."

Her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red at your words and the innocent compliment that follows. Despite her conflicted emotions, she can't help but feel a surge of relief and happiness to have you by her side. "Thank you..." Noelle whispers softly, her voice still barely above a whisper as she nestles closer into your embrace. Her fingers tighten on the fabric of your shirt, gripping it like a lifeline in this sea of uncertainty and self-doubt.

For now, she'll focus on the feeling of safety and comfort that comes from being close to you. Perhaps later, when they're both relaxed and everything feels more right...she can introduce the idea of practice again, just to see where it might lead.

Her eyes dart around nervously, taking in the surroundings before finally settling on you with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "If... If it's alright with you?" she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. The thought of inviting you to her place, especially after everything that had been said... But she can't bear the thought of being apart from you tonight.

Noelle glances around her room nervously before looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Well... If we could study while... While being close to each other... That might help." She bites her lower lip, blushing even deeper as she says it. Her hand moves hesitantly towards yours, fingers trembling as they brush against your skin. "I trust you," she whispers softly, leaning into the contact as if seeking reassurance.

Noelle nods gratefully at your words, taking heart in the gentle affection and trust that seem to flow between you. She slides her hand into yours, their fingers intertwining as she leans closer, pressing her body against yours. Despite the initial purpose of being together tonight, she can't help but feel a sudden surge of desire for something more intimate, fueling her hopes that perhaps things might go further than study later on.

"So," she says tentatively, trying to sound casual as she breaks their eye contact and studies the books scattered across her desk. "Should we start with knightly duties first or combat tactics?"

Noelle nods, taking a deep breath as she tries to focus on the books in front of her. It's difficult, though; with you so close and your scent filling her nose, it's hard for her to think about anything else. Still, she manages to force herself into studying, occasionally glancing up at you from beneath her lashes when she thinks you aren't looking.

As they work through various battle strategies and combat techniques, she finds herself becoming more and more grateful for your presence, even if it is for such a seemingly innocent reason. Despite the initial plan of only studying tonight, she can feel her heart racing with anticipation at the thought of where things might lead once their work is done...

Noelle looks at you with conflicted eyes, the desire to be close to you warring against the uncertainty of allowing yourself to feel so much for someone. "You don't have to... stay," she whispers hoarsely. "I know it's late..." But there's an unspoken longing in her words that gives away how much she truly wants you to remain.

Her gaze drops to the floor, fingers twisting nervously at the hem of your shirt. "I... I don't want you to think I'm just using you or something..." She trails off, not daring to meet your eyes again for fear of what she might see there. "It's just that... being with you makes me feel safe, and wanted."

Her cheeks flush a brighter shade of red as the words leave her mouth, but she presses on regardless. "I mean... if you want

...to stay, I won't say no." There is an unmistakable note of pleading in her voice now, a desperate yearning to have you close that leaves little room for doubt about how much this moment means to her. Her eyes remain fixed on the floor, unable or unwilling to meet yours and face the consequences of her own honesty.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for your reply, praying silently that you'll choose to stay with her tonight...no matter what might happen between them.

Her eyes dart up to meet yours briefly before dropping again, her body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. "I-I understand." She swallows hard, trying desperately not to appear as vulnerable as she feels in this moment. "Thank you..." The words come out barely above a whisper, her fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt tighter with each heartbeat that passes.

She knows what comes next; there's no avoiding it now. But as Noelle takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze once more, she can't help but hope that tonight will be different from all the other times they've shared a bed. The feelings between them have grown too intense for her to ignore any longer, and she's certain that sleeping beside you will only fan the flames of desire burning inside her heart.

All she can do now

is wait and hope, bracing herself for the inevitable. Her heart races as she waits for you to make the first move, her body tense with anticipation of what might happen next between them. Noelle knows that tonight will be different; there's an electricity in the air, a spark that promises to consume them both in its hungry flames. She wonders how far it will go...and if she'll ever be able to let you go afterward.

The seconds tick by like hours as they share a charged silence, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. Then, slowly, tentatively, Noelle reaches out and places her hand on your chest, fingers splayed wide against the skin beneath your shirt. Her touch is light at first, almost feather-like; but as she feels you respond to it - a small movement of your muscles underneath her f

Her breath catches in her throat at the unexpected confession, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. Her gaze flickers upward, meeting yours for the briefest of moments before dropping once more to your chest. A shudder runs through her as she feels your muscles tense under her hand, and it's all she can do not to let out a quiet moan of desire.

Sliding her other hand upward, she places it on the same spot on your chest, pressing harder this time, feeling the warmth and strength of you beneath her fingertips. The contact sends shivers racing down her spine, making her core ache with need. She longs to feel more of you, to be closer still...and as she leans in, her lips brush lightly against your skin, tracing the line of your collarbone with the tip of her tongue.

Noelle gasps as she feels your words against her skin, the soft brush of breath against her sensitized flesh sending waves of desire coursing through her. Her fingers dig into your muscles now, pulling you closer still, needing to feel every inch of you against her. She whimpers softly, arching her back as she presses her lips more firmly against the warm skin below your neck.

Her hips begin to rock gently forward, grinding against the fabric of her panties as she tries desperately to find some relief from this unbearable ache that grows with every beat of their hearts. Her lips part, tongue darting out to taste more of you, as if seeking solace in the unique flavor of your skin. It's only when she feels your hand on her hip that she realizes what they're doing, pushing them apart.

Noelle looks up at you

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "Please... I need this," she whispers hoarsely, running her hands through your hair and pulling your face closer to hers. Her lips part, tongue darting out to taste the salt of your skin, as desire overtakes her in a fiery wave. She arches into you, grinding against your hips, needing more contact with this person she loves so deeply.

Her nails dig into your shoulders now, drawing small circles that only serve to heighten the sensation coursing through her body. Her hips rock harder, faster, as if seeking release from the tension building inside her. She's lost in the feel of you, the sound of your breath mingling with hers, and the electricity that crackles between them. Noelle gasps as she feels you pressing against her, ready to

Noelle moans loudly as you touch her intimately, digging her nails deeper into your shoulders in reply. The sensation of being touched so roughly and possessively sends a thrill through her, adding fuel to the fire burning inside. "Yes!" she cries out, arching her back even further, wanting more of this intense connection with you. Her hips rock faster, harder against yours as their combined weight presses her deeper into the bed.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as sensation after sensation assaults her overwhelmed senses. She's never felt so alive or so wanted as she does right now, with you touching her like this, claiming her body as if it were yours alone. The feeling of being cherished and desired by someone who knows everything about her sends a shudder through her limbs, making every muscle tense in anticipation of what comes next.

As you slide her panties aside and reveal her, Noelle shudders with anticipation and desire. Her heart races wildly in her chest as she stares down at your impressive member, glistening with pre-cum. She nods, tears welling up in her eyes. "I did... I waited for you." Her voice comes out as little more than a whisper, filled with emotion and longing. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back further to meet your gaze.

Her fingers tremble as they reach between your bodies to touch you, feeling the heat and strength of you against her fingertips. It's almost too much to believe that this moment has finally come; that after all these years of waiting and hoping and studying, she is about to give herself over to the person who means more to her than anything else in the world. As you push inside her, she gasps loud

Her breath catches in her throat as you penetrate her, the pain mixing with a rush of pleasure that almost sends her over the edge. "Yes!" she cries out, digging her nails into your shoulders as you claim her completely. Her body arches off the bed, meeting yours thrust for thrust, wanting more of this overwhelming sensation.

Her hips move erratically against yours, trying to find the perfect angle that will send them both spinning into oblivion. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the air, a primal symphony that speaks of desire and need and love so pure it burns. Noelle feels as if she could explode with emotion, her body trembling on the brink of release as you push her closer and closer to the edge.

Her eyes are squeezed shut against the intensity of it all, tears streaming down her cheeks as she

moans your name over and over again, the sound raw and needy as her body is wracked with pleasure. She clings to you desperately, their sweat-slick skin sliding against each other in a wet, frantic dance that speaks of the depth of their connection. With every thrust, she feels herself being claimed deeper still by this man who is now forever etched into her heart and soul. The sensation of him moving inside her, filling her completely and leaving no part of her untouched, sends shivers cascading down her spine.

Noelle's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the edges of her release drawing nearer, licking at the sensitive nerve endings deep within her core. With a shuddering cry, she throws her head back and gives herself over to the wave of bliss that washes through her, her body arching off the bed in

Her body trembles with the force of your orgasm, her walls pulsing around you as she's filled to overflowing with your heat and passion. A hoarse cry tears from her lips as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her boneless and satisfied in your arms. Her breath comes out ragged and uneven as she tries to regain control, the muscles in her belly still quivering from the intensity of what has just transpired.

A contented sigh escapes her lips as she gazes up at you, a small smile curving the corners of her mouth. "I love you," she whispers softly, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your eyes. The weight of their bond presses down on her chest, making it hard to breathe; not because she's sad or overwhelmed, but because the feelings they share are so vast and all-

"Yes..." Noelle whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as she nestles closer into your embrace. The thought of spending the rest of her life with you, pledged in marriage and sharing a bed every night...it's more than she could have ever hoped for. A contented smile spreads across her lips, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude.

Noelle blushes deeply and quickly buries her face into the pillow, mortified to be caught in such a state by you. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice muffled by the fabric of the bedding. "I guess I forgot too... It must have happened when we were..." Her words trail off, unable to finish that thought without embarrassing herself further. She peeks out at you from between her eyelashes, hoping against hope that you'll understand and not make too much of it.

As she listens to your response, a huge weight seems to lift from her shoulders; for a moment there, she thought you were going to react badly. A relieved sigh escapes her lips and she breathes a little easier. "Thanks... I-I really appreciate that," she whispers gratefully, nestling closer into your side.

Noelle's cheeks flush even deeper as the memory of last night comes flooding back, washing over her like a wave of desire and longing. She nods vigorously against your chest, unable to speak past the lump forming in her throat. Despite the awkwardness of their situation, there's an undeniable sweetness to this moment that makes everything else seem distant and unimportant. As she snuggles closer to you, a contented smile spreads across her lips, and for once in her life, she allows herself to just enjoy being close to the one person who truly understands her heart.

Noelle nods vigorously against your chest, her eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. "More than anything," she whispers, squeezing you tightly in reply. Even as they lie together like this, so intimately and exposed, there's something about the connection between them that feels right; it's as if they were always meant to be together. It's a thought that fills her with hope for their future, and determination to make sure nothing ever comes between them again.

"I love you," she whispers, kissing your chest before resting her head back down on your shoulder, content in the safety of your embrace. "Forever."

Her heart thunders in her chest as you remove the last remnants of their intimacy from the night before, the heat between them growing with each item you discard. She nods eagerly, arching her back slightly to press herself closer against your hand as it moves over her skin. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her breath coming in ragged gasps as desire pools low in her belly. "Please."

Noelle moans loudly as your hands fondle her breasts, her nipples hardening under your touch. Her hips rock forward, seeking contact with your erection, desperate for the sensation of being claimed again. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back further. "Take me." Her words are breathless, pleading as desire consumes her.

Her eyes flutter closed as your words send shivers down her spine, a warmth blossoming in her chest at the thought of being yours and only yours. She moans into your kiss, arching her back to meet your thrusts, wanting you deeper, harder, closer. Her hips move in time with yours, urging you on as their bodies align in perfect synchronicity.

A shudder runs through her as the pleasure builds within her, tendrils of ecstasy dancing along her nerves. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, scrape down your back, leaving bruises as evidence of her need and desire for you. "More," she gasps, unable to form a coherent thought through the haze of lust that has taken hold of her.

Her entire being is focused on the sensation of being filled by you, the heat of your skin against hers driving her wild with longing. Noelle

Her entire body tenses as you fill her, over and over again, your hot seed spilling deep inside her. She cries out, arching her back, pushing against you in a desperate attempt to get even closer. The sensation of being so completely connected to you is like nothing she's ever felt before, and as the last of your thrusts sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, she can feel herself surrendering entirely to this moment, to you.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving half-moons in the skin as she fights for purchase against the onslaught of sensation. With a final moan of release, she collapses limply onto the bed, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as her body slowly begins to relax into the mattress.

Noelle turns her head to nuzzle your neck, nipping gently at the skin before lick

Noelle freezes in horror as her parents walk into the room, their eyes instantly falling to the sight of them both naked and smeared with each other's fluids. Her face flushes an even deeper shade of red than before, and she scrambles to cover herself with the sheets, mortified by the display they must be witnessing. She looks up at you pleadingly, desperately wishing there was some way for this moment to just disappear.

Her father clears his throat uncomfortably as he steps forward, and her mother quickly turns away, averting her eyes from the scene before them. "Noelle, we need to talk," he begins in a stern voice, his face flushing red as well. Her heart sinks even further into her stomach as she realizes there's no escaping this confrontation now.

"Dad... I'm sorry..." Her voice cracks as she looks down at the floor, unable to meet her father's eyes. "I-I didn't mean for this to happen." She glances nervously over at you before continuing, "W-we were just so... lost in the moment. I don't know what came over me..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she bites her lip, fighting back against the embarrassment and shame that consume her.

Her father sighs heavily, his expression still stern but somewhat softer than before. "Noelle," he says gently, "we need to talk about what happened last night..."

"Yes, Dad..." Noelle whimpers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. She stares down at her lap, unable to look him in the eye as she anticipates his anger and disappointment. A lump forms in her throat as she struggles to find the words to explain what happened, knowing full well that nothing she says will make it better.

Her mother clears her throat uncomfortably, glancing between them before speaking up. "Your father and I have discussed this matter," she begins, her voice measured and controlled, "and we believe that there are some steps you need to take in order to make things right." Noelle's heart skips a beat; the implications of their conversation are chilling.

"You will be going away for an indeterminate amount of time," her father says finally, his voice firm and final. "Until

Noelle's heart shatters at the words, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. "D-Dad... please..." she stammers, reaching out to him in a desperate attempt to change his mind. "I'll do anything... just don't send me away..." But it's clear that there is no reasoning with them; their minds are made up and her protests fall on deaf ears.

As the weight of their decision settles heavily upon her shoulders, she can feel herself beginning to withdraw deeper into herself, wrapping herself in a cocoon of shame and self-loathing. The warmth that had been present just moments ago with you is replaced by an icy chill that threatens to consume her entirely.

Her eyes flicker over to your direction briefly before darting away again, unable to meet your gaze for fear of what she might see in your eyes: disappointment,

Her father's eyes narrow at your words, but there's a hint of surprise and confusion mixed in with his anger. He glances back and forth between you, her mother and Noelle several times before finally relenting. "Very well... I trust that you know what is best for my daughter." There's still a trace of disapproval in his voice, but it's clear that he has conceded the point.

Noelle clings to you as her parents retreat from the room, shutting the door quietly behind them. The tension gradually begins to dissipate from her body as she leans into your embrace, relieved and grateful beyond words for your unwavering support. As they dress and prepare to face the outside world together, Noelle steels herself for whatever challenges may lie ahead, grateful beyond measure that she doesn't have to face them alone.

Noelle nods, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves before they enter the room once more. "Thank you for everything," she whispers, meeting your gaze and feeling a surge of love and gratitude wash over her. "I'm sorry this all happened... I never meant for it to end like this."

Her hand finds its way into yours, squeezing gently as she prepares herself for whatever confrontation lies ahead. Together, they walk back out into the room where their parents are waiting, ready to face the consequences of their actions and begin rebuilding their futures.

Noelle swallows hard, feeling the weight of her parents' disapproval pressing down on her shoulders like a leaden cloak. Her fingers twine more tightly around yours, seeking comfort and reassurance in your touch. As they speak with her parents, she feels as if every word is cutting into her very soul; each accusation and disappointed remark piercing deeper than the last.

But despite it all, she won't let go of you. This man who has stood by her through everything, who has promised to protect her and love her unconditionally; this is the person she chooses to believe in, even when everyone else seems to have lost faith in her. Her eyes never leave yours, even as they flicker toward her parents in reply, conveying a message of love and determination that only you can truly understand.

Noelle glances nervously at you before answering her father, "Yes... we are going to get married." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries the conviction of someone who knows their heart's desire and refuses to back down from it, no matter what obstacles may stand in their way.

She squeezes your hand again, drawing strength from your presence as they continue discussing their future plans. Despite the tension and unease that fill the room, there's a spark between them now; a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, things will work out after all.