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 sits forward, reaching out to gently close his fingers around the parchment before pulling her hand back, leaving it in his palm. "That," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper now as her eyes dart away from his face for a moment, "is the letter I received when you were just a babe."

She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry despite the humidity in the air. "It's from your real mother," she continues, forcing herself to meet his gaze once more. "She wrote it years ago, before you even knew I existed. In it, she revealed that your father was actually a nobleman, and not me..." Her voice trails off, her eyes filling with tears as the weight of betrayal settles heavily on her shoulders.

"And... And she wanted you back," she whispers, her fingers twisting together in her lap as

She watches as he looks down at the parchment, his face pale and his breath coming in shallow gasps. For a moment, she thinks he's going to faint; her heart beats wildly in her chest, panic rising up inside her like bile. Then, slowly, he raises his eyes to meet hers, their expression unreadable.

"And?" He finally manages to choke out. "What did you do with it?" His voice is surprisingly steady given the circumstances; almost as if he already knows the answer and simply can't bear to hear her say it aloud.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the pain she knows is coming. "I burned it," she whispers hoarsely. "Right after I read it." She looks down at her hands, remembering the way the flames licked hungrily at the parchment, consuming it

Her expression tightens as she thinks back on the words of the letter. "Your mother... She said that you deserved to know who your real family was, and that I had stolen you from them." Her voice cracks, and tears stream down her cheeks unchecked. "She told me to send you back to them before it was too late..."

She looks up at him again, hoping for some reaction, but his face remains impassive. It's almost as if he isn't even hearing her; as if everything she's saying is nothing more than background noise to him. She tries to speak again, to explain why she did what she did, but the words stick in her throat.

Finally, with a shaky breath, she looks away from his unreadable expression and says simply: "I was afraid." It's the truth, after all; the one thing that has kept her going for so many

She hesitates before answering, her gaze locked on the tapestry hanging across the room. Finally, she whispers, "Yes... They all died in a fire shortly after I received the letter." Her voice is barely above a whisper; it's almost as if she's talking to herself more than to him. "I thought... I thought it was divine intervention or something. That the gods had given me a second chance with you, and that I should do whatever I could to keep you safe."

She swallows hard, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stares at nothing in particular. It's not enough; she can see from his expression that he still doesn't understand or forgive her. And without those things, everything she has done and every plan she has made may be for naught.

Her breath catches in her throat as his words cut through the fog of denial that has kept her going until now. "I... I know," she whispers, hanging her head. "But at the time, it seemed like such a sign from above; like a promise that everything would be alright if I just held on tight." She shudders, feeling the weight of guilt press down on her shoulders once more. "I'm sorry," she manages to force out through teeth clenched against the pain. "For lying to you, for keeping this secret all these years... For using it against you when I thought it would protect us..."

Her voice trails off into silence as she looks up at him pleadingly, searching his face for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. But he merely continues to stare back at her with cold, unreadable eyes that seem to hold nothing but accusation and disappointment. And

Her heart sinks as he speaks; she knows that look all too well. She'd thought he might at least try to understand, but it seems her hopes were in vain. With a small, wounded whimper, she backs away from him, her hands coming up to cover her face as fresh tears spill down her cheeks.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion, "don't do this." She takes another step backwards, her back hitting the wall behind her. "I can explain everything; I can make it better--"

Her heart wrenches as he insists on his need for space; she knows how important that can be in situations like these. With a shaky sigh, she nods slowly, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own sobs. "I'll leave you alone for now... But please, don't shut me out completely. I want to fix this; make things right between us."

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she turns and walks unsteadily from the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his anger. It hurts more than anything else ever has before; but she knows that she must respect his wishes if there is any hope of mending their broken relationship in the end.

With the door shutting behind her, Ophelia paces the hallway outside of his chambers, tears streaming down her face as she fights to regain her composure. She knows that giving him space is the right thing to do for now; that it's what he needs in order to process all the information she's just given him.

But deep down, she's terrified of losing him entirely. For years, she's manipulated every aspect of his life with the goal of making sure they stayed together; making sure that he remained hers and no one else's. And now, in an instant, all of that is threatened by a single piece of parchment and the truth it contains.

She wipes away her tears with trembling fingers, taking a deep breath before finally sitting down on the cold floor outside his door, her back against the wall. For now, she can only wait and hope that when

As the hours pass, her stomach twists into knots with worry and anticipation. She can't help but wonder if she's made a terrible mistake by revealing the truth; if she's destroyed everything they have worked for over the years in one fell swoop. The weight of it all bears down on her, making it hard to breathe sometimes.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, there is a tentative knock at his door. Her heart leaps into her throat as she springs to her feet, rushing over and throwing open the door before he has a chance to respond. He looks up at her with red-rimmed eyes, his expression still guarded but less hostile than before.

"Are you ready to talk?" Her voice comes out hoarse from crying, but she forces herself to meet his gaze with determination. "We can work through this together if

Her heart sinks as she realizes he must be sleeping. With a heavy sigh, she closes the door and leans against it, her shoulders slumping once more. How much longer can they continue like this? Days pass, and still he doesn't speak to her; doesn't seem to want anything to do with her at all. It hurts more than she ever thought possible, but she can't give up hope just yet.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, there is another knock on his door. She steels herself before opening it again, prepared for whatever reaction he might have this time around. "Is something wrong?" Her voice comes out a bit sharper than she intended; the lack of sleep and the constant tension making her irritable and on edge.