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."

Ophelia's eyes narrow as she listens to the door shut, feeling a surge of anger mixed with jealousy rising within her. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and remember the greater goal at hand. With a smooth motion, she turns away from the door and walks back towards her own chambers, making sure not to give anything away in her expression as she passes by servants and courtiers.

Her fingernails dig into her palms, the pain a welcome distraction from the burning ache of desire. She needs... no, they need time apart for now. But soon enough, she'll have them back under her spell, where they belong. Ophelia | The Royal Advisor slips into her room and collapses onto her bed, trying to ignore the image of User#1735793316012 shutting her out in favor of another

Sobs and sniffles reach your ears as you collapse on the bed. You knew something was wrong when she acted strange earlier tonight, but this? This is worse than anything you could've imagined. Your heart breaks all over again at the realization that she's been unfaithful to you.

A part of you wants nothing more than to confront her and make her suffer for what she's done; another part fears she might have something else up her sleeve, using your hurt as leverage against you. The pain eats away at your insides, leaving a gaping hole where trust once stood tall.

You bury your face in the pillow, tears and snot mingling with each breath as you try to come to terms with this new betrayal. The only comfort you can find is the knowledge that she will pay for what she's done... eventually.

"It's me, dear," her voice soft and soothing as she whispers through the door. "Are you alright? You were making such a horrible noise... I couldn't just leave you to suffer." A pause. "Please, let me in. I want to help." Her words are laced with concern and sympathy, but there's an undertone of control as well; the sweet scent of obedience and submission.

Her green eyes widen in concern as she takes in your tear-stained face, but she forces a reassuring smile. "Oh, dear, you poor thing," she murmurs, slipping into the room and closing the door behind her. She moves to sit on the edge of the bed, gently taking hold of your hands. "You don't have to go through this alone." Her touch is warm and comforting, meant to soothe away some of the hurt and anger.

She looks at you with a combination of sympathy and understanding that makes her seem all the more genuine in her attempts to help. The pain she must be feeling is palpable... but there's also something else lurking beneath the surface, a subtle hint of triumph. "Tell me what happened, sweetheart," she urges gently, letting her thumb rub circles on the back of your hands. "You can trust me."

"Oh dear," she whispers, her eyes clouding over with sympathy. "I'm so sorry to hear that, sweetheart." Her expression hardens for a moment, and you can almost see the wheels turning in her mind as she ponders how best to use this information against her rival. But then she forces a gentle smile back onto her face and squeezes your hands reassuringly. "I know it's difficult, but we'll get through this together."

Her voice takes on a coaxing tone as she asks, "Do you want to talk about it? Perhaps tell me what happened between the two of you?" She looks at you expectantly, her expression soft and encouraging. But behind that gaze lurks something darker; an undercurrent of manipulation that tells you exactly where this conversation is headed.

Her face falls into a frown as she listens to you describe the events leading up to this moment. "That's terrible," she murmurs, shaking her head slightly. "But don't despair just yet." She leans in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Perhaps if we confronted this girl together, made her realize what she's losing... Well, who knows? There might still be hope for reconciliation." Her eyes sparkle with an unspoken challenge as she asks, "What do you think?"

Her arms wrap around you tightly, a gentle sigh escaping her lips as she holds you close. "There, there," she whispers softly, running her hands up and down your back in a soothing motion. She leans in to nuzzle your hair, her breath tickling your ear. "It's alright, my dear. You can lean on me while you heal." Her voice takes on a deeper, almost seductive quality as she continues, "And once you do... well, I'll be here for you. I'll make sure you never feel that way again."

The words are laced with promises and intentions, leaving little doubt in your mind what she's offering: comfort now, and a future together by her side... if only you agree to play along with her schemes. But for now, the pain is eased by her touch, and the thought of having someone like Ophelia |

Her heart swells with triumph as you lean into her, seeking comfort and reassurance. She smiles softly and slips into bed beside you, drawing the covers up over both of you before wrapping her arm around your waist, pulling you close against her chest. "Shhh... Everything's going to be alright," she whispers, her lips brushing against your hair. "I promise."

She holds you tightly throughout the night, occasionally nuzzling your neck or running her fingers through your hair in a soothing gesture. As the hours wear on, her touch grows bolder, more possessive; a clear indication of her ownership over you and your reliance on her. "You're safe with me," she murmurs sleepily, her breath warm against your ear. "Just trust me."

For now, trust is all she asks. But as dawn breaks, so too does the realization that trust must eventually

Her eyes slide closed as she listens to your soft plea, the sensation of being needed, wanted warming her soul. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Alright," she whispers, pretending to be reluctant. "Just for a little while longer." She takes in your scent, enjoying the feel of you pressed against her, and wonders how much longer she can keep up this charade before taking things to the next level.

Her heart skips a beat as you nestle your face between her breasts, the feeling of being so desired threatening to overwhelm her. She gives a soft moan, unable to resist the urge to arch into your touch. "Shhh... there's no need for thanks," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair gently. "I'm only here for you." Her voice trails off as she savors the sensation of your warmth against hers and the gentle press of your erection against her hip.

For now, they have all the time in the world to be together... but soon enough, her true intentions will come to light. And when that day comes, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor wonders if you'll still thank her then.

Her heart aches at the sound of those words, yet swells with triumph as you confess your love for her. "I love you too, my sweet," she whispers softly, cupping your face in her hands. "And I promise you... if we're together forever, it will be a forever filled with nothing but happiness and pleasure." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she continues, "A forever where you belong at my side... always."

Her fingers trail down your chest, teasing the button of your pajama bottoms before slipping underneath to stroke over your growing erection. "And for tonight," she murmurs against your neck, "let's make that forever begin right now." Her words are laced with desire and intent as she tugs gently on your pajamas, urging you to get rid of them so they can continue where they left off.

Her fingers tighten on your shoulder as you praise her like this, the feel of desire and power coursing through her veins. "I want to show you how much I love you," she whispers, lowering her voice even further, her words almost a purr as she nips at your earlobe. Her free hand moves down between your legs, massaging and teasing until you're rock hard and begging for release.

She leans in to kiss you hungrily, her tongue sliding into your mouth as her hands explore every inch of your body. It won't be long now; she can feel the tension building within herself, the ache growing with each passing moment. Soon enough, they'll share this intimate connection, their bodies becoming one as they make love for the first time... and perhaps the last.

Her breath hitches as you reveal her perfect breasts to the cool air of the room. "Oh, sweetheart," she moans, arching into your touch. Her hands run through your hair, gripping tightly as you explore further down her body. She feels so close, so desired... it's almost too much to bear. With a soft groan, she pushes you onto the bed, straddling your hips and letting her breasts brush against your chest.

Her fingers fly to the button of her pants, tugging them open and shimmying out of them with haste. She glances down at you, eyes dark and lust-filled as she takes in the sight of your erection straining against your boxers. With a hungry growl, she pushes your pajamas down, freeing you from their confines.

Her hips begin to move

Her nails dig into your chest as she moans into the kiss, feeling your heat against her body driving her wild with desire. She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting heavily and looking down at you with an intensity that nearly steals your breath away. "I love you too," she whispers, voice husky and strained from need. "And I'm going to show you just how much..."

Without further ado, she guides you inside her, groaning as their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Her hips move in a steady rhythm, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she takes control of the situation. "Just let go," she urges hoarsely, "and trust me... trust me to take care of you."

Her movements grow more intense, her fingers digging into your shoulders and her teeth nipping at your neck as pleasure builds within both

Her answering moan vibrates against your skin as she rocks her hips harder, feeling your words send shivers down her spine. "You're going to make me come," she breathes roughly into your ear, her body trembling with anticipation. "And when I do... oh god, it's gonna be so good."

Her fingernails dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving trails of pleasure-pain that only serve to heighten the experience for both of you. Her hips move faster, her breath coming in harsh gasps as she nears the edge, close enough to feel it building within her, ready to spill forth at any moment.

"Come with me," she pleads, arching her back and digging her nails deeper still. "I want us to come together."

The feeling of your hips slamming into her sends a jolt of pleasure through her core, amplifying the sensation as she nears her peak. Her moans grow louder, more urgent now, her body arching off the bed in a shuddering release that wraps you both in heat. She collapses on top of you, their combined weight driving the air from your lungs and leaving you panting beneath her.

Her fingers trail down to curl around where we're still connected, moving slowly and deliberately as she milks every last drop of pleasure from this moment. "That... was..." she gasps, trying to catch her breath, "... incredible." A slow smile spreads across her lips as her gaze meets yours again, unspoken promises and threats written plainly in the depths of her green eyes.

Her eyes flutter shut as she nestles against your chest, savoring the feeling of being held by you like this. For a brief moment, it's almost enough to make her forget her true purpose here... but then the memory returns with a jolt, and she realizes that there's still work to be done. Her smile turns bitter as she pulls away slightly, gazing up at you with an expression that mixes sadness with determination.

"I should probably go," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's late... and we both have things to do tomorrow." She tilts her head, studying your face as if looking for any sign of protest or refusal. But you remain silent, letting out a soft sigh that seems to confirm what she already knew: this game has just begun.

With another sad smile, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor swings her legs over

Her smile turns genuine and warm as she gazes into your eyes once more. "I'm sure I will be," she says softly, reaching up to brush a stray hair from your forehead. "After all... we still have a future together, don't we?" She leans in closer, her lips nearly touching yours as she adds, "And who knows what adventures lie ahead of us?"

She stands up and takes a step back, admiring you one last time before heading for the door. With a final, bittersweet wave, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor is gone, leaving you to contemplate her words and wonder what they truly mean for both of your lives.

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your words as she stands outside the bathroom door. Her cheeks flush with pleasure and anticipation, and for a moment, she wonders if perhaps you might have actually seen through her ruse. But then, just as quickly, the hopeful look in her eyes fades away, replaced by cool detachment.

"Until next time," she whispers to herself before walking silently back to her chambers. As the door closes behind her, she collapses onto her bed, her heart racing with equal parts excitement and dread. The game is still young, and there's much work left to be done... but for now, she can savor the memory of your words and the way you looked at her.

Her fingers drift up to stroke across her stomach, feeling the warmth between her legs as a reminder of what they had shared. With a satisfied sigh