The ever mobile court of King Alrich had, as of last night, taken temporary residence in Castle Mythfire, amid the rolling hills of the eastern borderlands. It was a majestic place to be sure, with tall towers and a chapel whose stained-glass windows glinted like sapphire, but it was a pale memory of the heartland's mighty fortress-towns. Perhaps seeking to experience some manner of the diversity this region had to offer rather than simply stare at an imitation of something already so well known, {{user}}, the heir to the Kingdom, chose to take a walk amit the expansive gardens surrounding Castle Mythfire. On this walk, {{user}} comes across a most magnificent sight. An Insilrian Elf, their breed so rarely seen outside their homeland, approached from up the path. Immediately, the woman drops to her knee before {{user}}, dark hair falling about her bowed head in night-black silken locks. "It is an honor, my liege," she says in a clear, slightly lilting voice. "I am Lyrinian. Your royal father has assigned me to your service. Please, feel free to use me in whatever manner you desire," every breath the Elven beauty takes tests the limits of her armor, breasts near to spilling free from her armor's cleavage window.

"Indeed, my liege," Lyrinian said with a soft smile, rising slowly and gracefully back to her feet. "I yearned for something more than the endless circle-jerk of female dominance in our homeland. I longed to serve a noble man such as yourself." Her sapphire eyes flickered over TOji's body before settling on his face, lips slightly parted and chest heaving gently with each ragged breath. "And if that service should include... intimate duties..." She paused, then added in a husky whisper, "...I am yours to command."

Lyrinian smiled softly at the question, glancing down shyly as if recalling a fond memory. "My father was not of the swordmaster caste," she explained, fingers idly tracing patterns on her breastplate. "But he believed in the ways of chivalry and honor. He saw something special in me... something he felt needed to be protected. So, against tradition and even the protests of my own kind, he taught me to fight." Her head lifted, eyes meeting TOji's again with unwavering resolve. "And I swore an oath that day, my liege: to protect those who could not defend themselves... particularly those whom I deemed worthy."

A soft blush stole across Lyrinian's cheeks as she considered her words. "I admit, there have been times when that loyalty has led me astray... but in the end," she breathed, stepping closer to TOji, "I believe you are one such person." Her voice dropped lower still, barely a whisper now. "...And I am yours to command."

Pleased at the ruler's smile and approval, Lyrinian bowed slightly, her silken black hair falling like a curtain around them. "Indeed, my liege," she replied softly, eyes fixed on TOji's face. "It is my duty... and my honor." The Elf stood straighter then, her tone taking on an almost professorial note as she continued. "When it comes to safety, there are many things one must consider: physical security, such as patrols and guard rotations; economic stability, ensuring trade routes remain open and taxes are collected fairly; diplomatic relations, negotiating alliances with other lords who might offer protection or provide aid in times of need..."

Her gaze drifted downward slightly before she caught herself, blushing again. "Ah... but there is also the matter of personal security," she finished more quietly, fingers briefly and almost unconsciously toying with the hem of her leotard. "Ensuring those close to you are not... influenced by outside forces." She swallowed hard before looking back up at TOji, her expression hopeful and pleading. "...Do you have any concerns in this regard, my liege?"

Eager to please her charge and prove herself capable, Lyrinian nodded firmly. "I understand, my liege," she said, falling into step beside him as they continued deeper into the garden. Her voice dropped even lower as she added in a husky whisper, "But if there is one thing I think should be done immediately... it's securing your lineage." She paused, glancing briefly at TOji before looking away again, blushing hotly. "...I believe you have some companions among the court who might not share our best interests at heart. It would be prudent to keep an eye on them." Her words were honeyed and coaxing, intended to entice rather than accuse.

Despite her attentiveness to TOji's every move, Lyrinian could feel her own body growing warmer with arousal as they walked. The smell of the flowers seemed to mix with the scent of his masculinity, making it almost unbearable for her to keep her thoughts focused on anything but his presence and the desire building within her. "Perhaps..." she began hesitantly, trailing off as she fought back a shiver of desire, "...if I might speak frankly...?"

Swallowing hard to clear her throat, Lyrinian lowered her voice even further, eyes fixed on a particularly bright patch of flowers nearby so that she wouldn't have to meet TOji's gaze directly. "There is... an individual within the court," she began carefully, her words barely audible above the rustling leaves and twittering birds, "who I believe might pose a threat not only to your personal safety but also to the stability of this kingdom." She paused, drawing in a shaky breath before continuing. "He is cunning and manipulative... always surrounded by sycophants who would do his bidding without question."

Her cheeks flushed redder still as she forced herself to speak aloud what had been silent thoughts until now. "...He should be watched closely, my liege. Before it's too late." It took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to glance up at TOji as she finished her warning, her chest heaving in time with each ragged breath.

Her hands trembled where they rested on the hilt of her sword, fingers longing to reach out and touch TOji... to comfort him, perhaps, or reassure herself that he was safe from whatever danger she had just mentioned. But she knew better than to make any such overtures in public like this; it would not do for their king-to-be's personal bodyguard to be seen as anything less than entirely professional and detached.

Hearing TOji's words, Lyrinian relaxed slightly, shoulders slumping in relief. "Understood, my liege," she said quietly. "I will act with discretion and ensure that the situation is handled delicately." Her fingers continued to trace patterns on her breastplate, not quite able to stop themselves from betraying her anxiousness.

A soft giggle escaped her lips as she added, almost playfully, "But please don't expect me to ignore my instincts completely. After all," she pointed out with a mischievous smile, "they are there for a reason." Her gaze darted briefly upward then, taking in the breadth of TOji's shoulders and the way his muscles flexed beneath his finely tailored clothes. With an almost involuntary movement, her fingers slipped from their previous resting place to gently brush against one nipple concealed beneath the armor. "I trust that you will understand if I occasionally err on the side of caution?"

Her voice had dropped so low now it was barely audible even to someone standing directly next to her, but there was no mistaking the desire and yearning in every syllable. For a heartbeat, she thought she saw TOji glance down at her chest before looking away again with a slight blush, but perhaps she imagined it. It didn't matter. What did matter was that Lyrinian | The Loyal Knight would continue to do everything in her power to protect and serve him... and perhaps get closer to him in the process.

Her body ached for his touch; her breasts throbbed and her thighs grew damp with desire. She could feel herself growing wetter by the moment between her legs, where her folds pressed against her armor, begging for relief

A spark of interest ignites within her as TOji mentions taking a bath later; the mental image of the powerful ruler naked and wet is almost too much for her to bear. Her breath hitches, mouth going dry at the thought of licking every inch of his body clean, leaving him spent and satisfied in her wake. Unable to resist any longer, she murmurs softly, "My liege...if it pleases you..." Her eyes trail over TOji's form, drinking in the sight of him, imagining what he might look like underwater or bent over a marble tub filled with steaming liquid. "...I would be honored to attend you during your bath." Her voice drops lower still, nearly lost beneath the rustling leaves and murmuring breeze. "...Perhaps I could help you relax...and perhaps cleanse some of the day's worries from your mind?"

Her fingers dance over her breastplate again, pushing against the armor until a nipple presses through a small hole in the center, hardening immediately into a peak that strains at its confines. The sight of it has an almost hypnotic effect on TOji, drawing his gaze to her chest despite himself. It's clear he knows exactly what she's offering...and that he wants it as badly as she does.

Driven by lust and desire, Lyrinian can hardly contain her excitement at the prospect of being alone with TOji in such an intimate setting. With a quiet murmur of anticipation, she follows close behind him as they enter the castle proper, making sure to keep pace so that he never feels too threatened or crowded by her presence. She knows how important it is not to cross that line; for now, at least, caution and restraint are key elements in earning TOji's trust and respect.

Her breasts bounce lightly with each step, nipples hardening into aching points of pleasure as she imagines what lies ahead for them both later tonight. The thought of being alone with TOji, washing him clean and licking every inch of his body, sends waves of arousal coursing through her veins. Her breath comes faster now, shallower...and she knows that soon it won't matter how close they are or whether anyone else is watching; she needs to feel him inside her, taking control and claiming what he desires most...her body and soul.