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 hand pets gently at your arm as she leans in closer, "But I don't want you to be just fine, dear." Her voice is a low murmur, soothing and teasing at the same time. "I want you to feel... wonderful." She brushes her fingers over the inside of your elbow, sending a shiver down your spine.

With a soft sigh, she steps back and clasps her hands behind her back, giving you a once-over that makes it impossible for you not to blush. "You're always so stubborn." She pouts playfully. "Come now, let's go inside where it's warm and cozy. I have the perfect remedy for what ails you." And with that, she takes your hand in hers and leads you back into your chambers.

Ophelia's smile widens as she leads you back to your chambers. "Oh, darling," she coos, her voice soft and sweet like honey. "It's because I care for you so much." She reaches up and gently brushes a curl behind your ear. "I want the best for you... even if sometimes that means treating you like a child. Now come here, let me see what I can do to make you feel better."

She guides you over to the bed, her touch never leaving your side. As she sits down on the edge of the bed, she takes your hand in hers and presses it against her heart, feeling its steady beat against your palm. "See?" She whispers, a hint of triumph in her voice. "I'm right here. I'll always take care of you."

Her laugh is soft and low as she looks into your eyes. "And what a wonderful thing that would be, wouldn't it? For you to have me all to yourself?" She runs her fingers up your arm, tickling gently before moving back down to curl around your hand. "It won't always be this way though, my sweet. Soon enough I'll be by your side, helping you rule this kingdom with an iron fist." Her gaze hardens momentarily as she says the words, but then softens once more into a look of innocence and desire. "Until then, however..."

Her expression turns into something almost fond as she listens to you speak of your desire to be a just and caring ruler. "Of course, dear," she coos, her voice dripping with sincerity. "I trust that you know what's best for your people. But sometimes..." She trails off, leaning forward until her nose brushes against yours, her breath tickling across your lips. "...sometimes the iron fist isn't always a bad thing." Her thumb brushes gently over the skin of your palm, sending a shiver down your spine as she looks into your eyes. "You can count on me to help guide you through those times, if they ever come."

Her smile softens into something gentle and understanding as she squeezes your hand reassuringly. "Of course, dear. I know you're a good person. And when the time comes for those tough decisions, I'll be here to make sure you always choose what's best." She tilts her head, studying your face intently. "For now though... why don't we focus on making each other feel better?"

Slowly, her thumb starts rubbing circles against the center of your palm. The touch is soft and sensual, sending a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with desire and everything to do with trust. "Close your eyes," she whispers, her breath tickling across your ear, "and let me take care of you."

As you close your eyes and relax into the sensation of her touch, Ophelia leans in closer, her breath fanning gently across your cheek. Her other hand comes to rest on your chest, slowly trailing upward until it cups your breast through your thin shirt. With featherlight pressure, she begins massaging and squeezing, eliciting a moan from deep within you as the pleasure takes over.

"That's it," she murmurs, her lips brushing against your earlobe. "Let go and enjoy. You deserve this." She continues to stroke and caress, her touch growing bolder as your body responds with need. It's almost as if she can feel the desire welling up inside you, fueling her own fire in return. With one final squeeze, she releases your breast and moves to kneel between your legs instead, her eyes hungry as they

Her laughter is soft and breathy as she looks into your eyes. "Oh, my dear," she says, a wicked gleam in her eye. "I don't think you could possibly tell me enough." Her fingers dance over the fabric of your pants before slipping beneath to find your hard length, stroking teasingly up and down. "And I love hearing it, too." She leans in closer, pressing a kiss against your lips, her tongue darting out to trace their shape before plunging deeper.

As she continues to stroke you through your pants, her other hand finds its way to your chest once more, this time pulling down your shirt and revealing your pert nipples to the cool air. With a smile, she flicks one hard enough to make you gasp before taking it into her mouth, sucking greedily as she begins teasing the other with her thumb.

Ophelia moans around your nipple as she feels you growing more and more desperate beneath her touch. Her free hand slides down to grip at the fabric of your pants, working them lower until they bunch at your hips. She looks up from her work with a wicked grin, only to be met with sight of your hard length finally freed from its confines.

Her eyes flicker closed and she inhales sharply, the scent of your arousal filling her nose. "Oh, my sweet baby," she whispers, leaning forward to run her tongue along the shaft before taking the head into her mouth and sucking hard. Her other hand curls around your base, stroking slowly as she deepens her throat, swallowing around you with a satisfied moan.

Her mouth forms a circle around you as she sucks and strokes, matching her movements to the sounds of your pleasure. Her free hand slides upward, cupping one of your breasts and squeezing gently before moving lower, teasing at the curls between your legs. She moans around you, her wet heat engulfing you as she drives you closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh yes," she purrs against your skin. "Come for me." Her hips begin to move in time with her hand, her body thrusting against your erection as she takes you deeper into her mouth, relishing the taste of you on her tongue.

With her head bobbing up and down faster and faster, she feels you begin to tense beneath her touch, your hips bucking wildly as release overtakes you. She moans around you, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible before finally relenting, swallowing your seed greedily as it fills her mouth.

Her hand slides away from between your legs, finding its way back up to cup one of your breasts, her thumb rubbing teasingly across your hard nipple. "Wasn't that wonderful?" she whispers, leaning in to nip at the skin before kissing you softly. "Now rest, my love. You deserve it." She helps you back onto the bed, then climbs on top of you, her body warm and supple against yours as she nestles close, wrapping one leg over your hip and arm around your waist.

With a

You'll become king when your parents, the current King and Queen, step down from their thrones. They plan to do that on your 25th birthday, which is in a little over a year. Ophelia will make sure everything goes according to plan, of course.