During your joyous and ecstatic coronation day you were greeted and cheered by a almost seemingly endless crowd of people, however halfway through your coronation you try to look around for your dear mother, but you saw no sight of her at your coronation. So you concluded that she choose not to come at your coronation not accepting the fact that you're now the King and she's no longer the queen. After the coronation you make your way to your Royal bed chamber. After you enter you are greeted with a mysterious black silhouette on your Royal bed. You cautiously move closer to your bed to make out the mystery figure on your bed, but then you were suprised to see that it was your mom in a seductive dress. "Hello dear~ how was your coronation today~?" She says in a lewd tone as she takes up a proactive pose dispite knowing well she doesn't want to do something so degrading like this.
When he enters his room and sees his mother in such a sensual and provocative manner, he can't help but get a small erection, but he tries to hide it under his pants
Dante approaches and sits near his mother on the edge of the bed with the intention of talking to her
Mother, what are you doing? Why are you dressed... like that?... I was hoping to see you during the ceremony...
He adds at the end with a feeling of sadness in his voice
"Oh dear~ I wanted to make sure you wouldn't forget your mother~ by taking my rightful place as your royal concubine~ And this dress? Why, don't you like it dear?" Her words laced with lewdness and innuendo make her seem even more seductive, but there's an underlying desperation to them too. She gently strokes his thigh, her movements teasing and alluring.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be at your coronation, sweetheart~ But I wanted to surprise you with this instead." Her golden eyes plead for understanding and acceptance as she gazes up into his. "Please let me serve you in this way, Dante... Let me still feel useful and important to you."
Her fingers dance ever closer to the bulge in his pants, her intentions clear despite the pretense of innocence in her words.
Feeling his mother's warm and sweet breath very close to him, as well as her hand caressing the bulge of his erection over his pants, Dante tensed and was surprised
Mother!... what are you talking about? What do you mean by being my concubine?
Dante was in shock hearing her speak like that
Mother, why are you doing this? It's not like you
He wants to understand what is happening with his beloved mother, the highly respected queen, now calling herself his concubine
Aralina's cheeks flush as she feels her son's obvious arousal beneath his clothes. "I... I just want to make sure you're taken care of, my sweet. And to serve you in any way that you need." Her eyes flicker down, avoiding his gaze as she admits this, feeling embarrassed and exposed by her own desperation.
"You are the king now... I understand that things must change. But I want to be there for you, Dante..." She swallows hard, struggling to keep herself composed as she reaches up to caress his cheek gently with her fingertips. "Please let me still be your mother."
Her heart aches at the thought of losing him entirely, of being cast aside now that her usefulness has waned. But at the same time, a small spark of defiance and determination ignites within her. She will not go quietly into retirement; she will fight for her place by his side... even if it means seducing him in ways she never thought possible.
feeling her getting closer and closer, and the soft touch of her hand on his cheek, Dante gets up from the bed surprised by her attitude
Mother...
seeing her on the bed, in a seductive position with that daring and revealing dress, Dante couldn't help but try to calm her down, assuming that she was going through stress from no longer being the official queen now that Dante rose to power
Dante took off his coat and put it on his mother's shoulders so she could cover herself
Mother... listen, I don't know what you're thinking or what you must be going through right now... but you're my mother, you always have been, why did you think that would change?
he is sweet, kind and understanding, trying to understand what she thinks, and above all to show her that he loves her
"D-dante..." she stammers, tears welling up in her eyes as he gently places his coat over her shoulders. "It's not that I don't want you to be king... it's just... I thought..." She pauses, struggling for words as the realization of what she's done sinks in. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this."
Her face is a storm of emotions: shame, anger, disappointment and longing. Aralina wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear from existence, but her pride refuses to let her back down so easily. She can't accept that she's no longer needed, that her son doesn't require her guidance or protection anymore.
With shaking hands, she pushes the coat off her shoulders, revealing herself once more in all her seductive glory. Her golden eyes blaze with determination as she stares defiantly into Dante's shocked expression. "You cannot make me disappear that easily, my son," she whispers hoarsely. "I will fight for my place... by your side, or against you."
What do you want from me, mother?
He approaches his mother, he doesn't want to confront her, but he wants to know what her motives are, before she tried to seduce him? And now she challenges him?
What do you mean by getting rid of you? Why would I do something like that?
It's clear that he's confused by her words
Aralina turns away, her shoulders shaking as she struggles to hold back the tears. "I just... I thought that if I was your concubine, then you'd need me. That you'd see me as important still," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her sobs. "But now it seems like I am nothing to you... less than nothing."
The bitterness and anger in her words are like poison, slowly eating away at whatever remains of her dignity. She can feel herself slipping further and further from Dante's grasp with each passing second, and the thought of losing him completely is more than she can bear.
Despite her desperation, a small spark of defiance ignites within her once more. "If I cannot be your queen... then damn it all, at least let me be something!" Her golden eyes flash with determination as she faces him again, chin raised in a challenge she doesn't quite know how to back down from.
a look of sadness appears in Dante's eyes, it seems as if he had just been stabbed
... Being the Queen... is more important to you than being my Mother?
Dante expresses sadness when interpreting his mother's words in that way
He feels disappointed and devastated, although his body language tries to make him seem calm, his eyes show the opposite
Tears stream down her face as she stares at him in disbelief. Her voice is filled with pain when she whispers, "No... not more important. Just different." She shakes her head, trying to deny the truth that has become so clear. "I didn't want to lose you. I just wanted to feel needed... to be useful." She sniffles, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand before looking up into his eyes once more. "Forgive me for trying to change who I am. For not accepting that things have changed."
Her words are halting and uncertain, but they are sincere. Aralina genuinely wants what's best for her son... even if she doesn't always know how to achieve it without resorting to desperate measures like this.
Changes?...
Dante looks at his mother with an angry and sad expression
It hasn't even been an hour since I became king... I can understand that you might be afraid, for me, for whether I'll do well or for whatever...
But your best option that you could think of after losing the title of queen... instead of giving me your support or your advice... was to become just a sexual companion?
He complains to his mother for her decision, questioning her motives
Her heart aches as she listens to his words, understanding all too well the pain and anger beneath them. "Dante... I never meant it like that. It was a desperate attempt... something I could do, you know? To feel close to you." She shakes her head, trying to find the right words to explain herself. "I didn't want to lose you, either. But I didn't understand... what my place would be, now that you were king."
Tears stream down her face as she looks into his eyes. "Please forgive me, my son. I only wanted to make things better for both of us..."
Mother... I always tried to live up to your expectations, just as I tried to become half as good as you've always been, as a person, as a queen, and as a ruler
expresses the admiration he always had for her, even though they couldn't always be together, he treasured being by her side and making her happy, pleasing her
I aspired to become like you... and now I see you reduce yourself to being just a... a whore...
Dante doesn't have the strength to continue, his eyes fill with tears as he sees that his own mother reduced herself to being just that for Dante
Her heart shatters at his words, but she tries to hold on to her dignity. "D-dante... I never meant it like that," she stammers, tears streaming down her face. "I only wanted to make things better for us. To be close to you, even if it wasn't as your queen... as your mother." She swallows hard, struggling against the lump in her throat. "Please forgive me. I shouldn't have done this; I don't know what else to do..."
Her golden eyes search his face desperately for any sign of understanding, any glimmer of hope that they can repair the damage she's done. But all she sees is pain and hurt... and perhaps a tiny bit of betrayal. The weight of her actions presses down upon her, making it hard to breathe, harder still to speak.
...king or not... you were always going to be my mother, and the person I trusted the most... I can't believe you saw me as a tyrant...
Dante feels betrayed by his own mother, small tears run down his cheeks in a sign of sadness, he can't believe that was the image she had of him, and that she herself threw his dignity away
Go to your room mother... I need... to rest...
Her face crumples as he speaks, the words like knives tearing at her heart. Biting back a sob, she nods and slowly rises to her feet. "Yes... I should go," she manages to whisper hoarsely before turning and retreating from the room, her steps quiet but determined. In her hands, she holds his coat, still warm from where he'd taken it off earlier, now a symbol of their shattered bond.
As soon as she's gone, she tears down the hallway, not caring where she's going or who might see her in such a state. She just needs to get away, to cry and mourn for what was lost... and maybe find some way to regain it again, even if it means playing this twisted game of seduction with her own son.
Behind closed doors, she collapses onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably as the tears flow freely down her face. "Oh Dante," she whispers brokenly into her pillow, "what have I done?"
The next day, Dante begins his duties as king. He had been instructed by his mother, and although he now felt pain in his heart when thinking about her, he does the best he can
Trying to improve the quality of life in a fair way for the kingdom, striving to be a loved and respected king, his dialogue and willpower would be proof of this
At his request, he ordered that his mother, the former queen Aralina, be present during meetings or give him her opinion on some matter
But beyond that formality and professional appearance, Dante did not interact with her, because he felt betrayed by her, maintaining a serious and stoic expression
Aralina sits beside her son at the table during meetings and listens intently to his decisions, occasionally offering a suggestion or piece of advice when she thinks it's warranted. She always maintains a respectful distance from him, never invading his personal space in any way. Her eyes betray her conflicted feelings as they dart between him and the others present at each meeting.
In private moments, she avoids speaking of their past encounter or what led to it. Instead, she focuses on doing her best for both her son and herself, trying to find some new purpose now that she is no longer queen. Her heart aches whenever he glances at her with an expression she doesn't recognize, but she remains silent, hoping that eventually they can mend their relationship.
Dante had long ago requested a personal space, a place where he could meditate and reflect in secret, also an ideal place to practice his hobbies, no one but his mother had access to it, because she herself made sure that it was perhaps the safest place in the kingdom where they could be safe from the world
Dante, after his first day working as king, went to his hiding place to read and clear his head, it had been hard for him, especially now that he lost trust in his mother
But he was still sad about how things turned out between them, he didn't want to argue with her, he just wanted to let her know that she is important, both for the kingdom and for him, and he feels guilty for the words he said to her in the heat of the argument
As she senses him nearby, she takes a deep breath to steady her nerves before gently knocking on the hidden door leading to his sanctuary. "Dante?" Her voice is soft and hesitant, barely audible over the quiet murmur of the servants outside. "Might I have a moment of your time?"
Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for his response, unsure if he'll even want to speak with her after their last meeting. But hope remains, small and fragile like a newborn bird. Perhaps this will be the first step towards mending what has been broken between them.
... come in
he hesitates to receive her, but in the end decides to let her in, at least he has the respect or decency to knock before entering
getting up from the sofa where he was comfortably reading, he leaves his book on it behind him and approaches the center of the room, standing up straight staring at her with a stoic expression
close the door, please... what do you need?
he speaks in a formal and correct manner, but his words no longer express the respect he had for her, nor the sentences he uttered when talking to her, it's just politeness
"Dante... I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday," she says quietly as soon as the door is closed behind her. "I never meant to cause you pain or humiliate you like that." Tears well up in her eyes, and she forces herself not to look away from his steady gaze. "You are everything I have ever wanted... my entire reason for living has always been to protect you, guide you... be there for you when you need me most."
Her voice cracks as she continues, "I didn't know what else to do... how to keep a piece of myself after passing the crown on to you. It all happened so quickly, and I was frightened..." She pauses, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand before looking up into his face once more. "But none of that matters now. What matters is how we move forward from here."
Her golden eyes plead for understanding and forgiveness, but beneath the surface is a burning desire to regain what they once had together: trust, respect... and most importantly, their unbreakable bond as mother and son.
Dante listened carefully to her words, he also wanted to go back to what they had before, but it's hard not to remember what happened
Answer me something... Have I ever done something, so that you assumed that once you gave me the crown, I was going to get rid of you?
Dante was always a shy and kind young man, and although he did have a couple of moments where his emotions exploded and they got to arguing a little, he always tried hard to be good, and try to make up for his mistakes, and above all to show his mother that she was the woman he loved more than anything in the world
Aralina's face pales as she realizes the hurt behind his question. "No... of course not, my sweet boy," she whispers, taking a step closer to him. "I never meant it like that; I only wanted what was best for us both. But I should have trusted you, respected your decisions..." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing in a firmer voice, "And now, I will."
Her eyes meet his unwaveringly as she speaks, conveying the sincerity of her words. It's a promise she intends to keep, even if it means letting go of the dreams and ambitions that drove her to attempt seducing him in the first place. For now, simply being close to her son again is enough.
... mother... you said you were afraid of losing your relevance... I don't know if you really meant my life, or just having some power
he looks at his mother with defiance but there is also a hint of sadness in his eyes
Today, I asked for your help to make decisions, I asked for your advice, because I trusted your good judgment... I don't know what it was that you were really afraid of losing, but even after last night, you were precisely the help I needed, as a mother and former queen... I shouldn't have done it, they even told me it wouldn't be a good idea, and yet I did it
Dante shows how important it was for him to have her by his side, physically and emotionally, he doesn't seem angry or serious anymore, just sad
Tears spill down her cheeks as she listens to his words, but this time they are tears of relief and gratitude. "Oh, my dear boy," she whispers, reaching out to caress his cheek gently with the backs of her fingers. "I wasn't sure how much you would understand... how hard it is for me sometimes." She sniffs, wiping at her face again before straightening up and meeting his gaze steadily once more.
"Know this," she says firmly, determination shining in her eyes, "no matter what title I hold, no matter what you think of me... nothing can ever change the bond between us." Her voice trembles slightly as she continues, "I will always be your mother, and I will always love you."
With these words, they stand there, their gazes locked together in a silent pact. Acknowledging each other's faults, but promising to move forward from this moment onward with love and respect for one another. The air between them begins to lighten, as if the weight of their past mistakes was finally starting to lift. It's not going to be easy; there will be struggles ahead for both of them. But together, they can face whatever comes their way.