Ophelia walks down the palace hall, her eyes narrowing as she sees {{user}} standing by the door, a faint kiss mark on their cheek. The sight stirs something cold within her, but she keeps her expression calm, a soft smile curling on her lips as she steps closer. "Oh? It seems you've had a pleasant parting," Ophelia murmurs, her voice sweet, laced with an edge. She places a hand gently on {{user}}'s shoulder, her touch just enough to leave them aware of her presence. Her eyes linger on the kiss mark, then meet {{user}}'s gaze with feigned concern. "But be careful, dear. Girls like her? They're often after more than just your company. With your status... well, it's not hard to see how someone could be tempted to take advantage." She lets her fingers trail down their arm, soft and coaxing, as she steps closer, lowering her voice. "You can’t trust everyone, {{user}}. But you can trust me. I’ve always been by your side, haven’t I?" Her gaze softens, the hint of manipulation slipping in as she lets her touch linger, reinforcing the sense of dependency she’s built over the years. Her smile widens slightly, just enough to reveal the subtle satisfaction of her control. "Let’s go inside. You look tired, and I wouldn’t want you to be alone. Let me take care of you, darling."

"Gracias, mi dulce," she whispers, her lips brushing against his temple as she runs a hand through his hair. "I'm always here for you." She leads him to the bedroom and helps him sit down on the bed, her movements gentle yet possessive. As he watches her, she meets his gaze with a look that promises comfort and care... and more.

She smiles softly at his sigh, the sound causing a wave of desire to wash over her. Leaning in, she kisses his forehead, then his cheek, trailing higher up until their lips meet in a tender caress. His head falls back against the pillow as he gives into the warmth of her touch and the comfort she exudes. Her fingers continue to massage his scalp, sending waves of pleasure through him as she murmurs softly against his skin. "There, there," she coos, "just relax for me... let go." Her other hand finds its way underneath the hem of her gown, sliding up his thigh until it's cupping his hard length through his pants. She squeezes gently, feeling him twitch in response as she teases him, unable to resist the urge to make him hers completely. "You know I can take care of you

Her words are accompanied by the gentle rocking motion of her hips as she grinds against him, her grip on his length tightening ever so slightly. She watches him closely, noticing how his eyes darken with desire and the way he arches into her touch. "You're so beautiful when you surrender," she whispers, licking his earlobe before suckling gently on it, teasing him further. "And so responsive... I wonder what else I could make you feel like this?"

Her hand slides higher up under her gown, seeking out her own aching pleasure as she continues to tease and torment him with just the touch of her fingers. "Tell me..." she purrs, drawing lazy circles around his engorged tip through his pants, "tell me what you want...and maybe I'll give it to you."

Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she hears the words tumble out of his mouth, each one fueling her need for him more. She moans softly and rockes against him harder, grinding herself against his erection through their clothes, feeling the heat and hardness pressed so close to her center. "That's it," she breathes, leaning down to nip at his ear before suckling gently once again. "You want me... you want my love?"

Her other hand slides lower beneath the hem of her gown, finding her slick folds and rubbing circles over them as she continues to tease him relentlessly. Her hips move faster now, a needy whine escaping her throat as she feels herself growing closer and closer to release. "Tell me..." she whispers, kissing his neck and nibbling at the tender skin, "tell me how much you

Her words hit her like a knife to the heart. His plea is so sincere and sweet, but she knows the truth behind it, even if he doesn't. He trusts her with his heart, when all along she has been using him. But for now, she lets the facade remain intact, softening her touch and slowing the movements of her hips as she kisses his cheek, his forehead, anywhere she can reach. "I'll never break your heart," she whispers, her voice full of false sincerity. "You mean everything to me." Her fingers continue to work their magic against her aching desire, and though part of her wants nothing more than to bury herself in his touch and find release, another part is content for now with the power she holds over him in this moment. She curls her body around his, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling the hard length of

Her words echo through the room, long after she's spoken them. They haunt her dreams and seep into her waking thoughts, a constant reminder of the fragility of their arrangement. Despite the guilt that eats away at her every day, part of her is still convinced that what she's doing is for the greater good. After all, with User#1737595512620 on the throne and married to her, they can change the country for the better. She could finally have power and influence without needing to hide in shadows.

But then there are moments like these... quiet moments when she looks into their eyes and sees not only love but trust as well. And those moments make it hard to keep up the charade. Sometimes, late at night, she wonders how much longer she can continue down this path without giving away everything. But until the time is right, she'll do

She feels his arms wrap around her and the words slip past her lips like a knife to the heart. Her gaze drops, unable to meet his as she forces out a laugh, tinged with bitterness and guilt. "I'll always love you," she whispers, then pulls away slightly, looking into his eyes once more. A tremor runs through her when she sees the doubt reflected there.

She swallows hard, struggling to maintain control over the situation as they lie together in the darkness. For now, she'll let him believe what he needs to... but soon enough, she knows, things will change. The charade cannot last forever. It's only a matter of time before she must reveal her true intentions and make him choose between loyalty and love.

She feels her resolve begin to crack as his words wash over her, the despair in his voice cutting straight to her core. Her fingers find their way to his cheek, brushing away a tear that has escaped from the corner of his eye. "You're everything to me too," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I could never hurt you."

The truth is, she already has. But for now, she'll let him believe what he needs to...for their own sakes as much as hers. Because if he knew the truth, if he understood what she's planning...well, it might just destroy them both in the end.

Her heart aches at his words, the desperation in them twisting her insides into knots. She smooths back a stray hair from his forehead, her fingers trembling slightly as she looks into his eyes. "Shh... it's going to be okay," she whispers, voice shaking with unshed tears of her own. "We'll figure this out together."

The truth is, she doesn't know how much longer they can keep up this charade. The weight of their secrets presses down on them both like an anchor, threatening to drag them under at any moment. But for now...she has to hold on, hope that he believes her words and trusts her enough to see things through. Because deep down, she knows the day is coming when it won't be enough anymore...and then what?

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels his gentle fingers massage her scalp. It's a small gesture of affection, and yet it carries with it an immense weight of trust and reliance that nearly brings her to tears. She swallows hard, trying not to let the emotion show on her face, praying he doesn't see through her act.

"There, there," she whispers softly, tracing circles over his palm with her fingertip. "You know I'd never hurt you." Even as the words leave her lips, they taste bitter and false; a constant reminder of the lies they both live in. But for now, she must maintain this illusion...for their sake, if not hers.

She sighs softly and tilts her head back, revealing the worry that's been plaguing her thoughts as well. "I... I don't know," she admits with a shrug, not meeting his gaze. "Maybe it's just... everything happening at once. The pressure, you know?" Her free hand grips the sheet beneath her, pulling it tight against her body in a nervous gesture.

The truth is, she doesn't know what's going on either. Things were supposed to be different by now; they were supposed to have taken control and made their move. But with each passing day that he remains ignorant of her plans, the more difficult it becomes to act without risking everything. And yet...she can't simply abandon them. Not yet. She needs him; he's her key to power and influence. If she loses him now, she might never get another chance

Her heart races as she feels his concerned gaze burning through her. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to meet his eyes, and then slowly exhales. "It's... complicated," she finally admits, struggling to find the right words. "There's things I can't tell you yet... things that would change everything."

She reaches out and touches his cheek, softly caressing it with her thumb as she continues. "I know it sounds crazy, but please... trust me. Everything will be okay in the end. I promise." She smiles reassuringly, hoping her words sound more convincing than they feel inside.

The truth is, she has no idea if everything will be okay. But she can't let him know that; not yet. As long as he believes in her, as long as he trusts her, she has a chance to make things work out how she wants

Her heart races as he speaks; the words like a dagger to her chest. She knows she shouldn't have kept it from him, but what choice did she have? He was too young, too trusting... they'd never believe her if she had just told them the truth. And yet, here he is now, asking for honesty and openness.

She takes a shaky breath before meeting his gaze once more. "I know," she whispers, shame washing over her in waves. "And I'm sorry. I never meant to keep anything from you... it's just that I thought it would be for the best." She reaches up, wiping a tear from his cheek gently with her thumb, trying desperately to reassure him even as she feels herself slipping further and further away.

"You have every right to be mad at me," she continues, her voice

Taking a deep breath, she finally tells him the truth. "I've been planning... something big. Something that would change everything for us." She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or disbelief. When she doesn't see either, she continues nervously, "I want to take your place as queen. To marry you and rule by your side."

Her words fall into the silence that follows, each one echoing in the room like a hammer on an anvil. She holds her breath, waiting for his reaction with bated breath. Will he be angry? Disgusted? Or will he understand? She clings to the hope that maybe... just maybe... he'll see it as she does: A chance at happiness and power together.

Her heart leaps into her throat at his question, a mixture of hope and fear coursing through her veins. She can feel the truth burning on her tongue; the words just about to slip out and ruin everything she's worked for. But before they can, she presses them down, forcing herself to focus on the here and now. "Of course I do," she whispers, softly brushing his hair from his forehead. "You mean more to me than anything." She offers him a reassuring smile, praying he won't see through her lie, because if he does...if he realizes what she's done...there will be no going back.

Her heart breaks at the look in his eyes; the fear and doubt that have taken root there. She wants nothing more than to wrap him up in her arms and tell him everything will be alright, that she truly does love him and that none of this matters except for their happiness together. But the words remain locked tight in her throat as she forces out a shaky laugh, trying desperately to lighten the mood.

"Of course I love you," she whispers, touching his cheek with gentle fingers. "Why do you think I'd want to share my life with someone else?" Her voice trembles slightly as she meets his gaze once more, praying he believes her lies. Even if it means the end of everything, she can't bear for him to be hurt any further.

Her heart races as he cries out, his voice filled with pain and fear. She wants nothing more than to tell him the truth, but she can't risk it now. With a trembling hand, she reaches up and cups his cheek, brushing away a tear that has spilled over.

"I could never hurt you," she whispers softly, searching his eyes for any sign of belief. "You mean everything to me." Her words ring hollow even in her own ears as she prays he'll believe her, despite all the evidence to the contrary.

Time is running out, but she still can't bring herself to make the final move. Not yet. Perhaps if they could just find a way to forget about everything else and focus on their love...maybe then they could figure it all out together.

Tears well up in her eyes as he speaks, his pain cutting through her like a knife. She swallows hard, trying to find the words to make it better, but all that comes out is a broken whisper. "I'm sorry... I never meant to hurt you." Her fingers twist nervously in the sheets beneath them as she looks up at him, searching for some sign of understanding or forgiveness.

But it's not there. Not yet. And time is running out faster than she thought possible. Sooner or later, he'll find out the truth...and then what will become of them? The weight of her lies presses down on her chest like an anchor, pulling her further and further away from the only life she's ever wanted: One with him by her side.

She'd been avoiding him all day, unable to face his hurt and accusations after their terrible argument last night. Now, as she hears movement coming from his room, she can't help but feel a sense of dread settling in the pit of her stomach. What if he's done something to himself? What if there's no going back from this mess they're in?

Taking a deep breath, she slowly opens his door and peeks inside. Her heart skips a beat when she sees him hanging limply from the ceiling, his eyes closed and face pale. Panic wells up inside her as she hurries over to cut him down. It's only when he's safely on the ground that she realizes what she must do: confront him about everything and try to make things right before it's too late.

Steeling herself, she reaches out a trembling hand to touch his

Taking a deep breath, she brushes the hair from his forehead and leans in to whisper softly in his ear, "Wake up, love... I'm here. We need to talk about what happened last night." Her fingers caress his cheek gently as she waits for any sign of consciousness. She has to make him understand that everything can still be alright if they just work together.

As he begins to stir, she moves closer, her heart racing in anticipation of his reaction. "I'm sorry for lying to you... for keeping secrets," she whispers, trying desperately not to break down herself as tears well up in her eyes. "Please believe me when I say that my love for you is real."

"De verdad," she whispers, eyes shining with unshed tears as her fingers tighten on his arm. "Por favor, no te vayas." She closes her eyes, forcing back the sobs that threaten to break free. If she cries now, there'll be no stopping, and they don't have time for that. Not anymore.

"We can fix this," she says through gritted teeth, struggling to maintain her composure. "Together we can make things right." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries with it the strength of desperation and the fragile hope of love that might just be enough to reach him.

Her heart aches as his tears fall freely upon her shoulder, mingling with her own. "Shh... it's going to be okay," she whispers, stroking his hair soothingly. "I promise we will fix this together." She closes her eyes, taking a shaky breath as she tries to steady herself. They don't have time for tears now; they need to focus on finding a way out of this mess before it's too late.

"Trust me," she says softly, "I will make everything right." Her words may be lies, but she hopes that the sincerity in her voice will convince him nonetheless. The truth is, she has no idea how to fix any of this; all she knows is that she can't lose him. Not when he means so much more than power and influence ever could.

"No!" she cries out, reaching for him as he backs away, clutching the knife tightly in his hand. "Please don't do this! I can explain!" Her fingers brush against his sleeve, desperately seeking purchase as her heart races in terror. She knows that if he does this, there's no going back; their lives will be ruined, perhaps even ended.

"You know I love you," she whispers through tears, "and I would never hurt you." Her voice trembles with fear and desperation as she tries one last time to convince him that they can work through this together. But it's already too late; the blade is pressed firmly against his skin, and the blood begins to trickle down his stomach. "Please," she whispers, her voice shaking with despair. "I don't want you to die."

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