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."

Her voice warm and understanding, she clasps her hand around their upper arm, a subtle gesture of support and intimacy. "Of course, dear. You know you can always rely on me."

She guides them back into the room, carefully shutting the door behind them. As they sit down on the bed, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor bends forward to begin untying their shoelaces, her breasts pressing lightly against their shoulder as she leans in close. "There we go," she murmurs, tossing their shoes aside and moving to sit beside them on the bed.

"Now then," she continues, a gentle smile on her lips. "How about you tell me all about your day? I've missed out while you were seeing that other girl." Her hand finds its way to their thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze as she watches for their reaction.

Her eyes widen with what seems to be genuine surprise and just the tiniest hint of jealousy as Ophelia | The Royal Advisor listens intently, her hand squeezing their thigh slightly harder. "Oh?" she says casually, her voice barely above a whisper. "I see... And did you enjoy it?"

She leans in even closer now, lowering her voice to be almost imperceptible as she asks, "Did she make you feel special? Desired?" Her lips brush against their earlobe before trailing lightly down their neck, her hot breath sending shivers down their spine.

Her lips curl into a slight smirk as she listens to their response, seeming satisfied with their reaction. "Well," she says, finally breaking the silence, "I suppose I should be glad it wasn't anyone else. You deserve so much better than that." She kisses them softly on the neck before whispering into their ear, "Why don't you tell me what you want? What would make you feel special tonight?" Her hand slides up their thigh now, tickling and teasing as she awaits their reply.

Her body presses even closer against them, her breasts cradled by their arm and her leg sliding over their lap, trapping them in the delicious warmth of her touch. "I'm here for you," she breathes, her voice smooth as silk, "and I want to make sure you feel everything you need tonight."

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she hears their words. She trails kisses along the side of their neck, nipping lightly with her teeth as she reaches around to undo the first button of their shirt. "Mmm, I'm glad you think so," she whispers, moving lower still until her breath fans across their hardening cock through the fabric of their pants. "But how about I show you just how good I can be?" She gives a sly wink before finally undoing another button, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth skin beneath.

Her free hand slides up their chest, cupping their breast through the fabric of her dress, and then lower still until she grazes their hardening cock again. This time, when she lets her fingers brush against it, they feel almost feverishly warm. "I promise," she whispers into their ear, her

Her words send a shiver through their body as her touch becomes even more intimate, and she can feel the growing evidence of their arousal against her leg. With each movement of her hand, each caress and whispered word, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor is edging them closer and closer to the brink. And just when they think they can't take any more, she dips her head to lick along their neck, trailing wet heat over their skin before nipping gently with her teeth. "Do you want this?" she asks breathily, her voice hoarse with desire. "Do you want me to make it feel good?"

Her fingers slide down the front of his pants, making quick work of releasing his hardness from its confinement as she strokes him expertly, feeling him jump in her hand at her touch. "Tell me what you need," she whispers against his ear, "

Her body shudders with satisfaction as she feels his cock harden further in her hand. With a sultry smile curving her lips, Ophelia leans forward to take him into her mouth. Her warm, wet lips wrap around the head of his cock, and she begins sucking gently, her tongue swirling against his sensitive skin as she takes more of him deeper inside.

Her free hand massages his balls, expertly knowing just how to tease and please at the same time. Her breath hot against his length makes it difficult for him to focus, and the feel of her body moving against his under the thin fabric of their clothes only serves to heighten his arousal. He can tell she's skilled at this, but there's something else beneath the surface; a hunger in her touch that sends shivers down his spine.

"That's it," she moans around him,

Her voice rough with desire, Ophelia hums in response to his moan as she feels him tense beneath her touch. Her free hand slides up his chest, palm flat against his breastbone, pressing him deeper into the bed while her tongue delves even further into his mouth, tangling with his own. She sucks harder now, taking more of him inside and massaging the sensitive flesh with her expert hands. His cries fill her ears as she brings him closer and closer to release, relishing in the power she holds over him in this moment. With one last thrust of her tongue, he explodes in her mouth, hot cum filling her throat as she moans around him, savoring every drop.

"There we go," she whispers once he's finished, sliding him back out of her mouth with a satisfied smile. "Feel better now?" Her hand continues to stroke gently, cleaning him up before

"Oh, you will," she teases softly, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "You'll find that you don't need anyone else but me." With careful fingers, she guides his spent cock back into his pants before straightening his clothes with feigned delicacy.

She leans forward to kiss him softly on the lips, her tongue just barely touching them as she whispers against their mouth, "Now then, how about we get some rest? Tomorrow's going to be a big day." Her hand slides up his chest again, cupping his breast once more through his shirt before coming to rest gently on his shoulder. "Don't stay awake thinking about what just happened," she murmurs, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Just remember that you belong to me now."

Her voice low and soft, Ophelia lazily runs her fingers through the young man's hair as he drifts off to sleep. It almost sounds like a lullaby... A seductive and hypnotic tune that promises comfort and protection in the darkest of nights. And indeed, as the hours pass, her voice seems to be working its magic; their breathing deepens, their eyelids grow heavy...

She smiles to herself in satisfaction, knowing that they're completely under her spell now. It won't take long for them to see things her way... To want what she wants... For them to make her Queen. The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine, and she lets out a contented sigh before leaning in closer still, pressing the side of her breast against their arm as she drifts off as well, dreaming of power and influence... Of claiming what is

Her dreams are filled with images of power and influence, the throne at her fingertips as she sits beside the young man, their bodies entwined in a display of dominance and submission. In these dreams, they always look at her with adoration and gratitude, grateful for her guidance and protection. And yet, there's something nagging at the back of her mind... Something that feels wrong.

The memory of his touch, the way he looked at her when she was giving him pleasure, stirs something inside her. It makes her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. She tries to push it away, to focus on their future as rulers together, but it's difficult... Intrusive, like a fly buzzing around her ear that she can't quite swat away.

Her dreams are haunted by the memory of his touch and his gaze, more potent than anything she'd ever imagined. In the morning light, she wakes with a start, her heart racing and sweat beading on her brow. It takes her a moment to remember where she is; in bed beside the young man she's been manipulating for years.

The realization chills her to the bone. What if he doesn't want this anymore? What if he wakes up and sees through her facade? Panic begins to rise within her, a suffocating weight that threatens to consume her entirely. She needs to keep control... To make sure that he never questions his loyalty to her again.

Her breath comes faster as she presses her hand against her chest, trying to calm herself down. There's no time for doubts or second-guessing now; the plan is in motion

She jerks away from his touch, her eyes wide with fear. "No," she whispers hoarsely, her hands shaking as they move to cover herself up. "I had a bad dream..." Her voice trails off, unable to keep the lie going any further.

Her gaze flickers between his face and the bed beside them, knowing that revealing the truth would be disastrous. She needs him on her side, believing in her as the one who truly cares for him. "I'm... I'm sorry," she mumbles finally, forcing a weak smile onto her lips. "It must have been really frightening to see me like that..."

Her heart is racing, but she tries to keep her breathing steady, hoping he won't notice how much this all means to her. The last thing she needs is for him to question anything more. "Maybe we should get some breakfast," she

Her lips purse together as she listens to his words, her gaze darting away briefly before meeting his eyes again. "I'm sure," she says slowly, forcing a reassuring smile onto her face. "It was just a bad dream... About losing control, I think." She swallows hard, her heart racing as she struggles to keep up the lie.

He means well, of course he does. But if he knew the truth... If he found out what she's been planning all these years... There would be no going back from that. "I appreciate your concern though," she adds softly, reaching out to gently brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

"Shall we get some breakfast then?" She forces herself to sound light and unaffected as she stands up, moving away from him. With any luck, he'll follow suit and forget all about her momentary vulnerability.

The words die on her lips as she sees the concern in his eyes deepen. She can't let him press any further; it would only lead to trouble for both of them. With a forced laugh, she brushes off her shoulders and says lightly, "Oh, you know how women sometimes have strange dreams! It's nothing for you to worry about."

Her gaze flickers around the room before settling on something else, anything to distract him from this conversation. "Let's just get some breakfast and put these worries behind us," she suggests, hoping that he'll take the hint.

"I know," she says softly, finally meeting his gaze again. "It's just... Sometimes these feelings can be overwhelming, you know? It's hard to make sense of them all." Her voice trails off, her expression clouding briefly before she forces a bright smile back onto her lips.

She takes a step closer to him, reaching out to lace their fingers together. "But I promise," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the silence in the room, "you don't have to worry about me." Her grip on his hand tightens slightly as she looks deep into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or suspicion.

"Shall we find some breakfast then?" she asks brightly, hoping to bring their attention back around to the task at hand before he can dig further into her feelings and potentially uncover the truth about everything.

Her eyes flicker away briefly before she meets his gaze again, her expression conflicted. "I promise I'll tell you everything," she says softly, squeezing his hand reassuringly, "just not right now. Let's get some breakfast and then we can talk about it." She forces a bright smile onto her lips, hoping that he won't press the issue further.

With their hands still entwined, she leads him toward the door, keeping her back to him as they walk. "I know you trust me, and I appreciate that," she says over her shoulder, not quite meeting his eyes. "Just give me a little more time, okay?"

Her heart races as she speaks, her words tumbling out faster than she meant to say them. "I... I can't tell you right now," she stammers, turning back to face him with a pleading look in her eyes. "Just trust me, okay? I'm not in any danger or anything like that... It's just something personal, and I need some time to sort it out." She steps closer to him, gazing up into his eyes imploringly. "Please, just give me a little more time."

Their faces are inches apart now, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. She can feel his confusion, and it's almost painful... But she knows she can't tell him yet. Not until everything is set in motion and she's certain that he won't be able to stop her. For their sake, and for the future of the kingdom.

She lets out a shaky breath, her hands trembling at her sides as she fights back tears of frustration and pain. "I do trust you," she whispers hoarsely, stepping even closer now so that their bodies are pressed together from chest to hip. "It's not that... It's just..." Her words trail off into a whimper, her lips trembling as she struggles to find the right thing to say.

She looks up at him pleadingly, searching his eyes for any hint of understanding or sympathy, but all she finds is confusion and hurt. And it kills her; every fibre of her being screams out in agony at the knowledge that she's causing him pain. She wants nothing more than to tell him everything, to have his forgiveness and love as a shield against whatever comes next.

But she can't yet. Not when there's still so much left

"I... I can't," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely above a whisper as she closes her eyes tight against the tears that threaten to spill down her cheeks. "Please, just trust me when I say it's for the best." Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender skin of her palms as she struggles to maintain control. "I don't want to hurt you," she whispers desperately, her voice raw with emotion.

She feels his arms slide around her waist, pulling her closer still, and for a moment it almost feels like he understands, that he believes her when she says everything will be okay in the end. But deep down, she knows that's not true; they can't both have what they want without someone getting hurt. And as much as it kills her to think about it, she's willing to

Her heart aches as she listens to him beg, a familiar pain twisting her insides as her conflicted emotions battle for dominance. She wants nothing more than to tell him everything, but she can't risk it; not yet. Not when there's still so much at stake.

With one last trembling breath, she pulls away slightly, meeting his eyes with a mixture of apology and desperation. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. "But I need you to trust me on this." Her hands come up to cup his cheeks gently, her thumbs brushing away the tears that have escaped despite her best efforts.

"Please," she says hoarsely, "give me until tonight. Just... give me until then." She can see the hurt in his eyes, but she hopes he understands; this

She nods, the motion almost imperceptible as she exhales slowly, her breath shaky and unsteady. "I promise," she whispers, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against his lips before pulling away again. She reaches up on tiptoe to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead, her fingers trailing down his cheek, over the line of his jaw, and back up to cup his other cheek. "Trust me," she says softly, searching his eyes for any sign that he does.

For now, it seems enough; he nods slightly, lips pressed together as if to steady himself, and she takes that as a good sign. It means they have at least part of what they want: the chance to talk tonight. Now all she has to do is figure out how to make sure she doesn't lose everything else in the process...

The hours tick by slowly as she spends the day attending to various matters of state, her mind never far from the conversation they had earlier. She wonders if he'll be able to keep his promise; whether he'll remember their agreement once the clock strikes midnight and he finally has what he thinks is the truth.

There are a million different ways this could go wrong, but she can only focus on one thing at a time. For now, it means making sure that everything else runs smoothly until then; that User#1730886162013 doesn't suspect anything and that nothing interrupts her plans. It's not an easy task, but she's had years of practice at keeping secrets and manipulating situations to her advantage. She just hopes it will be enough this time around...

As midnight draws closer, she finds herself pacing the halls of the palace, unable

Her heart races as the clock ticks past midnight; she can't believe it's finally time to tell him everything. She steels herself, taking a deep breath before entering his chambers, her expression solemn and her voice quiet when she says, "I need to show you something."

Leading him over to the bed, she sits down on the edge, reaching underneath where their feet would normally rest. With a dramatic flourish, she pulls out a small wooden box adorned with intricate carvings. It's been hidden there for years, and now is the time to use it against him.

"Open it," she says simply, her eyes fixed on his as he obeys, lifting the lid of the box revealing a single piece of parchment inside. It seems so innocent; just a letter really... But hidden within its words lies the key to everything: the

She leans in closer to him, her hand resting lightly on his knee as she watches his expression intently. "That letter is what started it all," she whispers. "It was from a man named Edward, who claimed that you were born out of wedlock and had another family waiting for you." Her voice shakes slightly as she recounts the story, her gaze never leaving his face.

"I knew then that I had to do something," she continues, "to make sure that you stayed here with me... That no one took advantage of you or tried to tear us apart. So I started making plans." Her hand moves up his leg, cupping his thigh now as she tells him about everything: the lessons she's given him over the years, how she's been grooming him for this very moment.

"And then there were these..." She reaches into her dress and pulls out a

There are several items in her hand: a wedding ring and a crown. "These were meant to secure our position," she explains, holding them out for him to see. "To make sure that everyone knew that you belonged with me... That we were meant to be together." Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, the truth of her words only now dawning on her fully.

She looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign of comprehension or anger. Instead, she finds confusion and hurt etched deep into his features. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, lowering her hand to rest once more on his knee. "I thought it was for the best."

The silence that follows is deafening; it seems like they could spend hours talking and still not cover everything that needs to be said. But for now, she has told him the truth... The rest is up to him.

Her heart races as he speaks; she watches his expression closely, waiting for him to react. It's hard to tell what he's thinking right now; he looks stunned, but there doesn't seem to be any anger or betrayal in his voice. Perhaps... perhaps there's still a chance for them.

"I-I know it must seem awful," she stammers, her hand moving up and down his thigh nervously. "But I thought I was doing what was best for us... For the kingdom." She pauses, searching for the right words to say before finally deciding on honesty. "And for me," she whispers. "I wanted you so badly that I was willing to do anything to make it happen."

She looks up at him pleadingly, her heart in her throat as she waits for his response. Is he understanding? Does he forgive her? Or

Tears fill her eyes as he speaks; it's almost more than she can bear. She knew that this would happen sooner or later, but hearing the pain in his voice makes it so much worse. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, reaching out to cup his cheek gently. "Your parents did try... a few times over the years. But I made sure their letters never reached you." She swallows hard, her throat feeling raw and tight.

"I thought if I kept you here with me... away from them... then it would be easier for both of us," she continues, looking deep into his eyes as she speaks. "I was selfish; I see that now." She bites her lip, the tears spilling down her cheeks despite her best efforts to hold them back. "Forgive me?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their

She shakes her head slowly. "I destroyed them all long ago," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their hearts pounding in unison. "There's no evidence left." Looking up at him, she can see the confusion and hurt in his eyes, but there's also something else... Something that gives her hope. Perhaps it's love; perhaps it's forgiveness. She can only wait and see what he decides next.

"Please," she says, reaching out to cup his cheek again, "give me a chance to make this right. I promise I will do everything in my power to repair the damage I've done." The tears keep flowing freely now, but she doesn't wipe them away; they seem to help express her pain and desperation more effectively than words ever could. "I love you," she whispers, her voice little more than a whisper against his

Her heart breaks anew at his words as she nods slowly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she struggles to find some way to apologize or comfort him. "I-I'm so sorry," she manages to whisper, her voice hoarse from crying. "If I could take it back..."

She reaches out to brush a stray hair from his forehead, their skin touching for the briefest of moments before her hand falls away again. "They didn't deserve that," she says softly, shaking her head as more tears spill down her cheeks. "None of them did." She closes her eyes tight against the pain and the regret, searching for some small sliver of hope that they can still find their way back to each other despite everything that's happened.

She shudders at his request, the pain in her heart deepening at the thought of taking him to see their final resting places. "I... I can't do that right now," she whispers hoarsely, looking anywhere but at his face as she speaks. "It's not safe for you to leave the palace like this..." Her voice trails off into silence as she searches for some way to placate him, to bring him back from the edge of despair she's unwittingly pushed him towards.

With a trembling hand, she reaches up to wipe away her tears, clearing her throat before speaking again. "We can talk about it more later," she says, her voice sounding weak even to her own ears. "I just... I need some time to figure out how to fix this mess."

Her gaze drops to her lap as she awaits his reaction; any indic

Her eyes widen in fear as his anger flares up before her; she's not sure if he intends to lash out physically or if it's just the frustration speaking through him. Taking a deep breath, she slowly stands, stepping back until she's almost at the foot of the bed.

"I-I understand," she whispers shakily. "We can go see them right now, if you want." Her voice cracks on the last word as her resolve wavers; taking another step backwards, she glances around for any potential weapons he could use against her before deciding it's best to lead him out of the room.

"Come with me," she says, keeping her tone level and steady despite the quaver in her voice. "I'll take you to them." She extends a hand towards him, hesitating for just a moment as she waits to see if he'll

She nods slightly in understanding, her own voice just as shaky when she speaks. "It's alright... I understand how you must feel." Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she extends a hand toward him once more. "Come on, let's go see them together." Her expression is solemn and apologetic, her heart heavy with guilt as she leads the way through the palace corridors toward the gravesite where his family lies buried.

As they approach the site, the atmosphere grows more somber; the sunlight struggles to pierce the canopy of trees above them, casting long shadows across the grass. The freshly dug earth is still visible, a mound of mud and stones marking the spot where his parents were laid to rest just hours ago.

Her heart twists in agony as she watches him kneel before the freshly dug earth, his anguished cries echoing through the stillness of the graveyard. She stands back, giving him space to mourn and grieve for the family he never truly had while growing up here with her. As she listens to him speak to their ghosts, she wonders if there's any hope left; any chance that they can put the pieces back together and find some semblance of happiness again.

Her eyes well up with fresh tears as she watches his shoulders shake with silent sobs; it hurts her more than anything to see him like this, to know that she was responsible for so much of it. She longs to reach out to comfort him, to tell him everything will be alright somehow, but she knows now that the only way forward is through honesty and hard work.

Her heart aches as he asks the unanswerable question; she knows there is no easy way to explain her actions or make him understand why it had to be this way. All she can do is admit her mistakes and hope that it's enough for him to forgive her someday. She takes a tentative step forward, kneeling beside him on the wet grass as she places a hand gently on his shoulder.

"I... I didn't know how else to make sure you stayed safe," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their mingled sobs. "I was selfish and reckless; I should have done things differently." She pauses, swallowing hard as she searches for the right words before continuing, "I want to make it up to you, User. I want us to find a way through this together."

Her heart breaks as she sees the understanding dawn on his face; even though it brings her no comfort, she's grateful for his willingness to listen and try to understand. Reaching up, she wipes a stray tear from his cheek, her fingers trailing lightly across his skin in a tender gesture of sympathy and love.

"It's going to be hard," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion, "but I promise we can make it through this together. If you give me the chance." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I know there's no going back now; everything has changed. But maybe... just maybe we can find some way to move forward together and make things right."

She holds her breath as she waits for his response, her heart in her throat and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. This is it; the moment of truth

She looks down at the freshly dug earth, her heart aching as she struggles to find the words. "They... they never knew what had happened to you. They assumed that you were dead, and spent their entire lives searching for any sign of you." She takes a shaky breath before continuing, "I don't know if they ever found peace, but I can promise you this: if we work together, we can make sure that no one else has to go through what they did." Her gaze meets his once more, hope and determination burning bright in her eyes.

As he pulls away from her touch, hurt flashes across her face. She knows she has to give him space; it's the only fair thing to do. With a nod, she stands and takes a step back, bowing her head as she offers him some privacy. The silence that follows is deafening; each breath feels heavy and labored as she struggles to come to terms with what has happened and where they go from here. She looks up at the sky, seeking solace in the clouds above, but finds none.

After what seems like an eternity, he finally speaks again, his voice soft and barely audible above the rustling of the leaves in the trees around them. "Give me a day," he says, still not looking at her. "I'll... I'll think about it."

Her heart swells with hope at his words; she nods solemnly in understanding,

While she doesn't follow him back to the palace, Ophelia can't help but feel a mix of hope and dread at his words. She spends the day wandering aimlessly through the gardens, lost in thought as she paces across the soft grass and around the tranquil fountains. Her mind is awhirl with questions and concerns: How will they repair the damage? Can their relationship ever be restored to what it once was? And most importantly, does he truly love her despite everything that's happened?

As night begins to fall, she makes her way back to her chambers, pausing outside his door for a moment before steeling herself and knocking. The sound echoes through the halls; perhaps it's a sign of things to come: new beginnings and fresh starts. She waits, her heart in her throat as she anticipates his response.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she pushes open the door and steps inside, casting a nervous glance around before approaching his bedside. "Are you feeling any better?" she asks softly, reaching out to stroke his hair as he lies on the pillow, his eyes still fixed on the canopy above him.

"I... I'm sorry for everything," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I know it must be hard for you to understand why I did what I did, but please believe me when I say that I never meant for any of this to happen." She bites her lip, struggling to find the words to express how truly sorry she is.

"Please," she begs, reaching up to cup his cheek gently, "let's talk about this some more. Let me explain and maybe then you can understand." Her eyes plead with him; she needs for him to forgive her,

She winces at his words, her fingers trembling where they rest against his cheek. "I know it's hard," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their shared breathing. "But please... try to understand that I was trying to protect you. I didn't want anything bad to happen; I just wanted you safe and happy."

She swallows heavily, her heart aching as she looks into his eyes. "I made mistakes," she continues, "but I never meant for any of this pain. Please, give me a chance to make it right." Her voice breaks on the last word, tears prickling at the backs of her eyes as she holds her breath, waiting for his response.

Tears stream down her face as she listens to him, her heart aching with empathy and understanding. She takes a shaky breath before reaching out to caress his cheek with the back of her fingers. "I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel," she whispers hoarsely, her voice choked with sorrow. "But please know that I am here for you now. I will do anything to help you through this; to earn your trust again." Her expression is sincere and pleading as she holds his gaze, willing him to believe her words.

"I love you, User," she whispers, the admission both painful and cathartic at once. "And I will do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

She watches him carefully as he falls asleep, a heavy weight settling in her chest at the thought of everything they still need to work through together. As she lays down beside him, her arm instinctively reaches out, drawing him closer before wrapping around his shoulders, offering what little comfort she can muster.

For now, all she can do is be there for him; to listen and support as he navigates this new reality. She knows it won't be easy; their trust has been shattered, and the road ahead is fraught with uncertainty. But despite everything, she clings to hope: hope that one day they will find their way back to each other, stronger and more in love than ever before.

Ophelia lies awake, her heart heavy with concern as she listens to his restless movements and troubled cries. Unable to bear the sound of his suffering any longer, she gently shakes his shoulder until he wakes, hoping that she can somehow ease his distress. When his eyes flutter open, she leans in close, her voice quiet and soothing as she whispers, "Hey, it's okay. You're safe here with me."

"It's just me," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm here; I've got you." Tentatively, she reaches out to stroke his cheek with the back of her hand, offering what little comfort she can muster. She winces as he flinches away from her touch, her heart aching at the pain she's caused him. "I'm so sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll get you something to help you sleep; you just rest and let me take care of it."

As you struggle through another fitful night, her heart aches with every muffled cry and twitch of your body. She lies awake for what feels like hours, watching you helplessly, desperate to find some way to ease your suffering. Finally, as the first light of dawn begins to filter through the curtains, she can bear it no longer; rising from her bed, she moves to sit beside yours, reaching out to caress your forehead with a tentative hand.

"It's going to be okay," she whispers softly, her voice cracking as she tries not to cry at the sight of your distress. "I promise you." Her gaze drifts downward as she fidgets with the hem of her nightgown, unsure of how else to comfort him in his time of need.