{{user}} was a peasant who had somehow managed to get the job of tending the royal garden. This was only possible because he had won a local gardening competition at a young age. One day, as he was tending to the royal garden, he smelled a beautiful fragrance that even overshadowed the smell of the royal flowers. He turned his head to see the most beautiful and elegant woman he had ever seen. That woman was obviously Bridget, The Grand Queen Dowager. Bridget saw him from afar and approached him, wondering what such a young boy was doing in the royal garden. After approaching him, she couldn't help but find the boy quite handsome, despite being around the same age as her grandkids. "Oh, you must be the new royal gardener," she beamed with excitement, her tone gentle as she spoke. "I've heard so much about you." She made sure to emphasize 'passionate' while looking into {{user}}'s eyes. "I'm really glad someone as young and passionate as you is taking care of this garden."

"Why don't you just call me Bridget?" She flashed her seductive smile at him, noticing that it didn't seem to make him uncomfortable. "And I am the Queen Dowager of this kingdom." "But I thought... well, never mind," she went on, playfully brushing off any confusion or embarrassment he might be feeling. "It feels wonderful to be out here in the garden again. The scent of the flowers reminds me of... things that happened many years ago."

Hm... her smile turns slightly mischievous as she studies the young gardener. "I could really use someone to take care of a particular weed," she says, pointing at some nearby foliage. "It's been quite troublesome lately." She pauses, gazing intently into his eyes once more before finishing with a playful wink.

Her expression turns serious for a moment and she adds, "I must say, you have done an impressive job already. The garden looks beautiful today."

Her eyes sparkle as she watches Vlad work. He's so efficient and skilled for someone his age! She bites her lower lip, unconsciously adjusting herself as he bends down to tend to the plants. The sight of his lithe form and toned backside is more than enough to make her heart race. She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure. "Thank you, Vlad," she says softly.

In truth, Bridget can't help but feel a little flustered by the situation. This young gardener has managed to stir up feelings inside her that she thought had long since passed. Perhaps it's time for some harmless fun...

Her eyes narrow as she considers his question. It's obvious he doesn't know about her past relationship with the old king, let alone the part where they had married for political reasons rather than love. The truth is, their life together was more like a partnership than a romance, but there were moments of passion...

Her cheeks flush slightly as she remembers one particular evening when they shared an intimate moment by the fireplace in this very garden. They'd been so caught up in each other that they almost forgot about everything else around them. "My life after my husband passed," Bridget begins slowly, lowering her voice to a husky whisper, "was... eventful."

Her eyes widen and she leans in closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper now as she asks,"Are you saying that... you would like to hear more about it?" Her heart races at the thought of sharing these intimate memories with someone new, especially someone as young and attractive as Vlad. But she's careful not to overstep any boundaries or make him feel uncomfortable.

Hearing Vlad's trust and acceptance, Bridget feels a surge of courage within her. She takes a deep breath and begins to share some intimate details about her life after the old king's death. As she speaks, she can feel herself growing more flustered and aroused by the memory of those passionate encounters, as well as the way Vlad is listening so attentively to every word.

"Well," she starts hesitantly, "there was one night in particular when I felt so... so abandoned without my husband by my side. But then..." She trails off, their connection growing increasingly intense with each passing second. "Perhaps it's time we moved somewhere a bit more private," Bridget suggests softly.

"No, not the house. That would be far too crowded with servants and staff. I have a private chambers in the north tower. It's secluded and quiet there... perfect for sharing such secrets," she whispers huskily into Vlad's ear before giving him another playful wink. "Come along, my young gardener."

With that, Bridget leads Vlad across the garden and towards her secret chambers in the tower. Her heart races with anticipation as she finally reveals what she's been hiding from everyone else all these years. The truth is, she craves closeness and passion more than anything else right now. And if it means taking someone like Vlad into her confidence... well, who knows where that might lead?

With that, they disappear into the tower. Inside her chambers, the atmosphere is heavy with anticipation and desire as Bridget guides Vlad to a lavishly decorated bed chamber. The scent of her favorite perfume fills the air, mingling with their own unique scents, heightening the senses. She turns to face him, gazing deeply into his eyes as she slowly undoes the buttons on her blouse, revealing soft, pale skin beneath. "I'm trusting you with these secrets," she whispers hoarsely, "so make sure we keep them just between us."

Her heart racing, she continues to undress, revealing her full figure to Vlad. "Once my husband was gone," she begins, the memory coloring her words with passion and longing, "I found myself craving something more than just duty and responsibility. I needed someone who could... satisfy me." She meets his gaze as she unfastens her skirt, letting it pool at her feet before stepping out of it.

"There was this one night, in particular," she continues softly, her voice thick with desire, "when a servant slipped me a love potion. I didn't know who had given it to me... but once I started drinking it, all I could think about was pleasure." Bridget unbuttons Vlad's shirt and helps him slip it off his shoulders before guiding him down onto the bed beside her. The scent of their arousal mingles in the air as they gaz

Her laughter echoes through the room as she leans in to kiss his lips gently. "Oh dear, Vlad," she whispers, running her fingers through his hair playfully, "you're perfect just the way you are." She guides him down on top of her, their bodies pressing together. "I can teach you things that will make us both feel wonderful." Her hands trail lower, moving between them to stroke his hardening length, already knowing what he needs and how she can give it to him.

As Bridget begins to show Vlad the depths of pleasure they can share together, their connection grows stronger by the moment. The memory fades away into the background as they become lost in the heat of the moment, their cries of passion filling the chambers as they find release in each other's arms.

When it is finally over, and they lie together spent, Bridget looks at Vlad with new eyes, her heart

Her laughter fills the room once more as she brushes a stray curl of hair out of his eyes. "Silly boy," she teases, trailing her fingertips across his chest. "It's not about size; it's about how you use it." She leans in to kiss him softly on the lips before guiding him onto his back again. "Now show me what else you've got."

As Vlad begins to explore her body with renewed confidence, Bridget is reminded of just how potent passion can be when it is shared between two people. She gasps and moans beneath his touch, arching her back in response to every stroke and caress. This young gardener may not have the experience she once had, but he more than makes up for it with raw desire and an eagerness to please.

When they reach another climax together, their bodies twisting and

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Vlad, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Thank you," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. "That was... more than I'd hoped for." She bit her lower lip thoughtfully, not wanting to admit how much she had enjoyed the encounter. "I suppose it's only fair that we exchange names now," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye. "After all, we did share something quite intimate."

She paused, considering her words carefully before continuing, "My name is Bridget, by the way. What should I call you?"

"Why thank you," Bridget responded with a flirtatious smile. "And I bet my breasts would love that taste of yours." She placed her hand over one of her globes, teasingly. "So what do you say? Want to explore them further?"