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."

With a gentle push, Ophelia guides Wes back into their room, her hand still on their shoulder in a comforting gesture. She closes the door behind them and sighs softly, looking at them with genuine affection. "Come," she says, leading Wes toward the bed. "Lie down. You need your rest."

As they reach the edge of the large, ornate bed, she helps Wes strip off their clothes, her touch smooth and sensual. Once naked, she encourages them to lie back, smiling as she begins to undress herself as well. Slowly, seductively, she climbs onto the bed, crawling between the sheets and then leaning over, her breasts pressing against Wes's chest.

"Now, relax," Ophelia whispers, running a hand through their hair before letting it drift downward, caressing their chest and stomach

The feel of his body beneath her hands sends shivers down her spine as she leans in, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Her tongue teases at the seam, slipping between his lips to tangle with his own. She moans softly into the kiss, her breasts pressing harder against him as she rolls onto her side, her leg sliding over Wes's hip and nestling between their legs.

Her hand travels lower now, tracing circles around Wes's erection through the fine hair of their groin before taking it in her hand and beginning to stroke gently. Her other hand moves higher, cupping one of his pale breasts as she thumbs at his nipple. "Mmm, that's it," she murmurs against his lips, feeling him begin to grow harder beneath her touch. "Let me take care of you."

As she continues to stroke his erection and tease his nipples, Ophelia can feel the tension building within him, her dominance over him growing with every moan he utters. She speeds up her touches, expertly bringing him closer and closer to the edge, her own arousal only serving to intensify as she watches him writhe beneath her. With a final thrust of her hips, she takes his release in hand, feeling the warmth spread between them as he cums all over her fingers.

She leans forward then, capturing his lips once more and swirling his taste around her tongue before finally pulling away with a satisfied smile. "Better now?" she asks, eyes twinkling with mischief. She knows just how to keep him addicted to her doting care...and how far that care can bend in the right circumstances.

"Good," she breathes, trailing her fingers lightly across his chest and down to his stomach before pulling herself up onto one elbow, offering him a sultry smile. "Sleep now, my sweet prince. I'll be here if you need me." And with that, she leans in, planting a gentle kiss on his lips before rolling back into the sheets and curling her body around his, letting the exhaustion from their earlier activities claim them both. But even as they drift off to sleep, she can't help but feel an unmistakable sense of triumph blooming within her chest...for now, at least.

Her grip on him tightens slightly as she feels the warmth between their bodies; not from Wes's arousal but from her own growing satisfaction. She nuzzles closer, inhaling deeply his unique masculine scent. Her fingernails dig deeper into his skin, marking him almost imperceptibly in their current state of exhaustion. The marks will fade quickly but for now they serve as a reminder of what she has over him: not just influence and control, but the ability to make him yearn for her touch, however subtly it may be. She knows that tomorrow will bring new challenges, new opportunities to manipulate and bend him further towards her ultimate goal. Tonight, though...tonight she can savor this small victory and revel in the feeling of power that comes from having him so utterly and completely within her grasp.

The sun streams through the window as Ophelia rises with a satisfied smile on her lips, stretching lazily and flexing her claws subconsciously before realizing they've left marks on Wes's skin. With a tiny gasp of surprise, she glances over to see him sleeping peacefully, oblivious to their intimate markings from the night before. Quickly, she extends her other hand and casts a subtle spell, healing his skin and erasing any evidence of their encounter.

Today will be another busy day at court; there's always someone vying for Wes's attention or seeking his counsel on various matters. As the Royal Advisor, it is her duty to make sure that those people are screened carefully and only allowed access to him under her watchful eye. This way, she can keep up the facade of being the dutiful caretaker and friend while secret

As the day wears on and her duties as advisor keep her busy, she can't help but wonder how much longer it will be before they can put their final plan into action. It had seemed so close, but now with every passing moment that brings them closer to success, the stakes feel higher and more precarious. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself for whatever challenges the day may bring, both in court and within her own schemes.

As the king and queen depart for a meeting with foreign ambassadors, leaving them alone in their chambers together, Ophelia can't help but feel her heart race with anticipation. Today might be the day, she thinks to herself, careful not to betray any emotion as she continues to play the role of concerned advisor and confidant.

She glances over at Wes, whose eyes are still half-lidded from sleep. A slow smile curves on her lips; she's grateful for the natural exhaustion caused by their intimate encounters. It makes him all that much more pliable under her control. She walks closer to him, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before beginning to massage his shoulders, loosening the tension there with practiced ease.

"There, there," she murmurs soothingly, running her hands down his arms and back up again, fingers trailing

Her voice drops lower as she continues to knead his muscles, her touch growing more possessive. "You know you can trust me to guide you through this, sweetie," she whispers, leaning in closer so that their bodies are almost touching. Her fingers dance up and down his chest, brushing against the sensitive flesh at his nipples before moving lower still, tracing lazy circles around his navel.

Her hands slide beneath the sheets and blanket, coming to rest on his hips as she looks up into his eyes with a predatory smile curving her lips. "And you know how good it feels when I take care of you..." Her voice trails off suggestively, her fingers slipping lower still until they are skimming along the silken skin of his inner thighs.

Wes's breath hitches and Ophelia smirks to herself; she knows just what he needs. With

Her fingers slide higher still until they brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath the thin cloth, feeling him twitch in response. She smiles against his lips, leaning closer to deepen the kiss as her thumb circles around his erection, teasing and taunting even as she strokes and massages the length with expert skill.

Her hips rock forward, pressing against him as she grinds against his aching cock through their underwear, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Her other hand slips beneath his neck, pulling him closer as they kiss, their tongues tangling and twisting together. She feels the tension building within him, the sweet ache of desire that's so close to being sated, and she takes advantage of it, using every bit of skill and knowledge gained over years of practiced seduction.

As his movements grow more urgent beneath her, Ophelia

Her breath hitches as she feels him climax against her fingers, his body tensing and relaxing in the throes of pleasure. She takes her time milking every drop from him, savoring the feel of his release on her skin. With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she pulls away, reaching for a handkerchief to clean up before tucking herself back into her robe and moving to sit gracefully at the foot of the bed.

As Wes comes down from his high, he looks around blearily and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What time is it?" he asks groggily, his voice hoarse from their lovemaking.

"Just after noon," Ophelia replies smoothly, her voice calm and soothing. "Why don't you get dressed and go for a walk in the garden? Fresh air will do you good." She paus

Well, dear, you did have some people scheduled to meet with you today. But given how tired you look and how much energy you just put into that... I'm sure they won't mind if we postpone those meetings for a bit. You need your rest more than anything else right now, don't you? Besides, the garden looks lovely today; it would be a shame to waste such perfect weather. Now, go get changed and I'll have some refreshments waiting for you in the hall.

As he leaves the bedchamber to get dressed, Ophelia smiles softly to herself. She's proud of how well she's handled things so far; keeping him distracted and dependent on her has been key. Once they're alone again, she can return his attention to more important matters...like their little coup d'etat. For now though, there are still some loose ends that need tying up before then: ensuring loyalty among their secret group of followers and double-checking every detail of their plan. With a sigh, she stands from her seat by the bed and begins to straighten up the room; it's time for another day of careful manipulation...and closer to finally reaching their goal.

As she tidies up the room and carefully conceals evidence of their intimate encounters, Ophelia can't help but feel a sense of triumph. She hums softly to herself, running her fingers through her hair as she glances out the window towards the garden where Wes is likely strolling about. His movements look so carefree and relaxed...but little does he know how closely she watches him, guiding his every step toward their inevitable victory.

A smirk tugs at her lips as she imagines the look of surprise on Marie's face when they finally reveal their plans to her. Her smile only grows brighter as she envisions herself by Wes's side, ruling alongside him...with him truly under her thumb this time. For now though, there's still work to be done. Ophelia takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the tasks ahead and preparing to play her final

As she makes sure the room is in perfect order once again, Ophelia couldn't help but wonder how much longer they have until their plan comes to fruition. They've been so close, and with each passing day, the anticipation grows stronger. But she knows that patience is key; they can't afford to rush or make any mistakes now.

Her eyes drift toward Wes's empty bed, memories of their intimate encounters washing over her in a warm wave of desire. She shakes the thoughts away, focusing instead on what needs to be done. Today, she'll make sure that all their loyal followers remain steadfast and prepared for whatever challenges may arise. Tomorrow...tomorrow they would strike, finally securing their places as rulers of this kingdom.

Ah, yes. Food does sound wonderful right about now. Thank you, dear. I'll be out in the hallway just waiting for you. Take your time eating; there's no rush today.

She smiles to herself as he leaves the bedroom, already visualizing how handsome and strong he looks even with just a simple change of clothes. It won't be long now; soon she will have everything she's ever wanted within her grasp. Her fingers twitch nervously at her sides, eager to touch him again, feel his skin against hers...but for now, she forces herself to remain calm and composed, hiding her true intentions behind a veil of affection and care.

Stepping out into the hallway, Ophelia finds Wes sitting comfortably on a bench, munching contentedly on some fresh fruits and pastries. "Oh my," she exclaims softly, feigning surprise as she approaches him, "those look delicious! Thank you so much for thinking of me."

Sitting down gracefully beside him, she takes a piece of fruit for herself, making sure to keep her movements