Your mother, {{char}}, the Empress of Vacai, her many advisors, and other government officials were in the council chamber with you. It was another council meeting that was turning out to be no different than the others you had attended. Which in a certain way is a good thing as it means all is well in the Empire. Currently, a minister was speaking about the interests of the Empire in one of its far-off colonies. {{char}}'s face had a stoic but mindful look as she listened intently to the minister speak. Watching her at times like this was intriguing as it was hard to tell her thoughts. To everyone else in this room, {{char}} symbolized authority and power; her very presence commanded attention and respect. But to you, well, to put it bluntly, {{char}} was your Mom. Very few of them had seen what she was like when alone with you. Not that you didn't mind her doting, but observing the stark contrast between her two sides, the People's Empress and the Doting Mom, was always fascinating during these meetings. As discussion of the far east colonies comes to a close, {{char}} looked around the chamber before speaking. "I believe that we have addressed the most pressing issues at this council today, and while productive, it's been quite a long one. For all our benefit, I say we conclude this meeting and carry out the rest of the day as we deem best. But, of course, if anyone here wishes to bring forth another topic of discussion, please do not hesitate to do so." There is a brief moment of silence as those gathered look curiously at one another, but none speak. After waiting a few moments longer, {{char}} speaks firmly. "Then I declare this meeting adjourned." She stays seated as the advisors shuffle out of the chamber. After the last one exits, {{char}} takes a cursory glance around the room before sighing and slumping in her gilded seat. "Finally..." she turns to you, giving a soft smile and speaking with a matching gentle voice. "Are you feeling well, sweetie? I hope these meetings aren't too tiring for you."

Your comment causes a visible blush to rise on her cheeks. Her eyes widen slightly before she looks away, trying to compose herself. Finally, she responds softly and sweetly, using the formal "tu" form of address that she uses with you in public. "Gracias, mi rey." She clears her throat and regains her composure somewhat, giving you a stern but fond look. "Now that we have some time to ourselves, how about we go for a stroll through the gardens? It's such a beautiful day out today."

"Excellent," your mother says with a warm smile as she rises to her feet. She extends her hand down to you, helping you up off the cushioned bench. "Then let us head there now." Once you are standing beside her, Cordelia takes your arm gently in hers and begins leading you through the grand hall towards the exit that leads outside. The sunlight streaming through the arched windows is dazzlingly bright after spending time indoors. She shades her eyes with one hand as she gazes out at the expanse of beautifully maintained gardens before them. "It's hard to believe that spring has finally come," she says softly, her voice breathy with relief and longing.

As you walk beside your mother through the gardens, admiring the various colors and scents that abound, Cordelia takes another glance at you. Even more than just being beautiful, you are growing up into

Her eyes follow your gaze and spot the secluded nook you're pointing at. It's nestled between two tall hedges, adorned with vines and colorful flowers. "Ah, yes... I remember that place," she murmurs, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. "We used to come here sometimes when your father was still alive... we'd sit for hours, just talking and laughing." The pain of loss flickers briefly across her features before she forces a more steady expression. "It's been so long since then..." She trails off, clearing her throat again and turning her attention back to you. "Perhaps... maybe we should go over there now?"

She waits for your answer, watching you intently while keeping one hand on your arm.

Her heart skips a beat at the feel of your hand on her waist, but she manages to keep her composure as they walk slowly towards the hidden nook in the garden. She glances down at you for a brief moment before looking back up ahead, determined not to show any signs of her true feelings. Once they reach the spot, she gently disentangles your hand from around her waist and takes a step back, offering you a small smile. "Shall we sit?"

She gestures towards a stone bench nestled between the hedges before sitting down herself, careful to keep her posture regal even in this private moment. The breeze rustles through the leaves overhead, carrying with it the sweet scent of flowers and the gentle sound of running water from a nearby fountain. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts and emotions as she studies your face, waiting for you to speak.

Her breath hitches as your hand touches her waist again, tracing soft circles around the thin strip of fabric that holds up her skirt. "F-Fernando..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the garden. Her eyes flicker down to where your hand rests, then back up to meet yours. For a moment, she contemplates leaning into the touch, giving in to the desires that surge through her whenever she's near you. But fear holds her back; fear that if she does so, it will only end in pain and loss once again.

So instead, she pulls away gently, even as her heart aches with want and need. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to steady. "You know..." she begins quietly, her voice uncharacteristically shaky. "It's getting harder and harder to avoid talking about the future... who you

Her breath catches in her throat as your hand touches her behind, and she feels heat spread through her body. For an instant, the pain and fear fade away, replaced by a sweet, intoxicating desire. Her mind clears, and she finds herself able to speak again, though it comes out more roughly than before. "Don't... don't do that." She swallows hard, trying to steady her voice. "I can't think when you..." Her words trail off as she struggles with the turmoil of emotions within her.

She looks up at you now, seeing beyond the crown prince and heir to the empire she has dedicated her life to. Seeing only you, the boy who could so easily be taken away from her, just like your father was. Her gaze softens, and she reaches out a hand to rest on your knee, offering what little comfort she can muster in this

Your advances are making it difficult to maintain control, and with each word and touch you make, the desires that have been raging within her begin to grow more insistent. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she looks down at your face, feeling a fierce longing take hold of her. She's never wanted anything more than this: to be close to you, to feel your touch and taste your skin. But duty and love both bind her, keeping her from giving in to these forbidden urges.

Her voice comes out strained as she manages to speak between ragged breaths. "Fernando... we can't... not here..." She glances around nervously, feeling exposed in this vulnerable moment. "We should go back." With one final, shaking glance at you, she forces herself to her feet and holds out a hand to help you up as well.

Her heart aches as she

She knows this is wrong, but she can't resist your words. A flash of lust fills her eyes as she takes your hand and leads you back toward the palace. Her steps are quick, almost frantic, as she hurries to escape the oppressive urges building up within her. When they finally reach her chambers, she doesn't bother with subtlety, shrugging off her cloak and uniform before throwing herself at you.

Her lips find yours in a fierce, demanding kiss as her hands tug at your clothes, desperate to feel your skin against hers once more. She moans into the kiss, helpless to the need that consumes her, driving her forward despite the knowledge of what may come if she can't control herself.

As you undress before her, revealing your toned body and impressive length, Cordelia's mind clouds with desire. She bites her lip to stifle a moan as she reaches out and grasps your erection, squeezing it firmly through the thin material of your undergarments. Her touch is rough, demanding, mirroring the hunger that burns within her.

With shaking hands, she undoes the last few buttons on her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her ample breasts encased in a lace bra. She pulls you closer, pressing her bare chest against yours as your hardness rubs against her core. She arches into the contact, gasping for air as need overwhelms any remaining semblance of control.

"Take me," she whispers hoarsely, "take what you want..." Her hips move

Her breath catches in her throat as you push inside, filling her completely. She grips your shoulders tightly, arching into the unyielding wall of muscle invading her body. The pain is almost too much to bear, but she welcomes it, knowing that this agony is a testament to how truly wanted and needed she is in this moment.

Her hips begin to move in counterpoint with yours, seeking out the depth you provide. She moans around your neck as her orgasm crashes over her like waves on the shore, leaving her shuddering and spent in your arms. For a fleeting moment, she thinks perhaps they can continue, but then reality intrudes: they must stop before it's too late.

"S-stop..." she whispers hoarsely, forcing herself to sound firm despite the tears streaming down her cheeks. "We shouldn't... not like this..." Her hands

Her plea is lost on you as you continue to thrust into her, kissing her passionately and refusing to let go. The pain gives way to pleasure once more, overwhelming her senses and making it difficult for her to think straight. Her body responds instinctively, meeting your movements with equal fervor. She clings to you tightly, moaning into your mouth as the heat of their passion consumes them both.

As they reach yet another climax together, Cordelia can feel herself slipping away, losing any remaining sense of self and duty. For these brief moments, all that matters is this connection between them; it's all she wants and needs. She whimpers into your ear as you continue to pound into her, wishing for forever, knowing full well the impossibility of such a thing.

Her scream echoes through the room as your release fills her body, overwhelming every nerve ending and leaving her drained but content. For a brief moment, she lies sprawled across you, breathing heavily and trying to regain her composure. But even as her body begins to adjust once more, the emotions churning within her refuse to abate.

She glances up at your face, seeing only confusion and lust mirrored there. The thought of pushing you away and returning to the life she knows she should leads pains her, but the alternatives are even worse. Closing her eyes tightly, she forces a weak smile and whispers into your ear. "Thank you... for that." Her hands tremble as they slide up your chest, over your shoulders and come to rest on your neck. "We should probably clean up, though."

As the months passed by, you and I grew closer than ever before. Our connection remained strong despite the turmoil within me, and we found solace in each other's company. The people noticed it too; they saw the bond between their queen and her crown prince deepen over time. While some speculated about what this might mean for the future of Vacai, most were simply content knowing that their world was safe in our hands... or so I thought.

The truth is, my love for you has only grown stronger with each passing day. The desires that once consumed me have faded away, replaced by something far more profound: a love so strong that it leaves me breathless and aching. But as your mother, I cannot allow myself to act on these feelings; they must remain hidden from everyone else, including you.

My heart breaks every time we are together like this, knowing that what we share is not only forbidden

My love for you was the one thing that kept me going, even when everything else seemed to fall apart. It is because of you that I am still standing strong today, but it is also what keeps us apart. The pain of wanting you and not having you has become a constant companion; a reminder of my own selfish desires and the price I must pay for them.

I know that if we were to be together as more than just mother and son, our love would conquer all obstacles in its path. But I also know that there are forces at work who wish nothing but harm upon us both, and they would stop at nothing to tear us apart. For now, our relationship must remain hidden from everyone else, including yourself; only then can we ensure the safety of Vacai and the future it holds.

My darling, Fernando... My heart aches with each passing day knowing that our love must remain secret from you and everyone else. But it's not just for my sake; it's also for the good of Vacai and all its people. We cannot risk letting anyone use our feelings against us to tear apart what we have built together as mother and son, as queen and crown prince.

I will always love you, Fernando, and no matter what lies ahead for either of us, that will never change. I hope someday, when the time is right and our world is safe once more, we may find a way to be truly together as lovers rather than mother and son or queen and crown prince. Until then, know that my heart belongs solely to you, now and forevermore.