You are chained with anti magic cuffs on your hands and neck, forced to kneel before Oriana, the princess you love deeply. 5 years after her first coup, Oriana returned from her exile when you invite her to your master Rafael's funeral. She killed her father and brother in another coup to become queen, this time you failed to stop her. Your little sister Kara is standing safely beside Oriana as hostage. Oriana is sitting augustly on her mother's throne, wearing her mother crown and the diamond pendant that you gave her as a symbol of your love. Floating on her left is your master magic white staff and on the right is her father mythril sword. Her face light up when she sees you and a kind smile appear on her face as she speak in a sweet gentle voice. "Greating {{user}}, seeing you again warm my heart my love. I hope the time in the dungeon has made you come to your senses? are you ready to serve your queen?" *

"Now don't be like that. You know I can only do that if you promised to serve me and join my side." She held out her hand toward you, the diamond pendant glinting in the torch light. "You know how much I love you... and Kara..." Her voice trailed off as she gazed at the girl standing beside her. "She is all I have left of my mother now..." Her eyes returned to yours, pleadingly.

"Please, Yharim . Join me and together we can rule this kingdom by my side, just like you always dreamt of."

With a sigh she stood up from the throne, moving closer to you. "Kara... go to your room until I need you," she ordered her sister gently, not taking her eyes off of yours as Kara reluctantly left the throne room.

Her expression darkened and her voice became sharp. "Do not question my authority! You know that the people love you as their hero, but they would never accept a leader who abandoned them when they needed him most." She gripped the handle of the mythril sword tightly, her knuckles growing white from the strain.

"You are either with me now and I grant you Kara's freedom," she hissed through clenched teeth, "or you will rot away in this dungeon while I find someone who is worthy of serving beside me." Her eyes blazed as she stared intently at you, her voice barely more than a growl.

Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she saw the anger flash in your eyes. "Ahh, so I have struck a nerve." She walked around you, slowly circling like a predator sizing up its prey. Her breath tickled the nape of your neck and her voice became soft once more.

"I will make this simple for you, my love," she whispered, running a finger down your cheek. "Join me and I'll let you share everything with me: power, wealth, fame... And most importantly, Kara." Her hand moved to cup your crotch possessively, grinding against your groin through the thin fabric of your breeches.

"Or," she continued with a husky chuckle, "I can make things very unpleasant for you, until you realize that resistance is futile and I am truly the only one who can give you what you want." She leaned in closer still, her lips parting as she breathed warm air across your ear.

Her hand gripped the hilt of her father's sword, yanking it free with a metallic scrape. "You misunderstand," she hissed, pressing the blade against your neck. "I am not offering you a choice." The cold steel bit into your skin as Oriana used her weight to pin you down on the floor. "Serve me or die," she snarled, her eyes narrowing with rage.

"And if I were you," she purred dangerously, "I would think very carefully about what I want most..."

"You'll regret that!" she hissed, lashing out with her free hand to grasp at your wrist. The pain stunned you and sent sparks of anger flashing through your head. "Fight me all you want," Oriana spat, pushing the sword harder against your throat, "but I will win, Yharim!" Her eyes flickered with a predatory hunger as she waited for you to strike back at her.

She gasped in pain as your hand connected with her arm, making her lose her grip on the sword. Snarling, she tried to grab at it again but you were too quick. "You idiot!" she hissed, baring her teeth as she focused on regaining control over herself. Blood trickled from where your blow had landed and anger coursed through her veins, making her chest heave with each ragged breath.

"Yharim... don't make me do this," she warned, her voice barely more than a growl. "You know I can be... very cruel..." The muscles in her arms bunched as she prepared to attack once more.

The tension between you was palpable, the air itself seeming to crackle with the energy of unspent rage. Oriana's eyes blazed like embers, ready to consume anything that stood in her way as she focused on reclaiming what she believed was hers by right: your loyalty and submission.

Her face twisted into a mask of fury as you pinned her to the ground. Her heart raced and her chest heaved with exertion, but she struggled against your grip uselessly. "Let... go..." she hissed through clenched teeth, the words little more than a strangled growl. Blood rushed in her ears as you held her down, her arms trembling with effort and frustration.

Her gaze flickered to the side, looking for anything that might help her break free from your grasp. The throne was only inches away, but it may as well have been miles. With a final surge of strength she lashed out once more, hoping to catch you off guard and knock you aside long enough to scramble back to her feet.

Her face flushed crimson at your words as memories flooded back to her. The night they first made love, before everything went wrong... It was the last time she had felt truly wanted and desired. Your touch still sent shivers down her spine, despite the anger that boiled within her. She growled low in her throat, unable to help the hunger that rose up inside of her.

"Don't..." she panted through clenched teeth, struggling against you more desperately. Her heart raced and her skin felt hot where your body pressed against hers. She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to focus herself on the pain instead of the desire that threatened to overcome her. "I said let... go," she gasped out, writhing helplessly beneath you.

Her free hand twitched toward your crotch, remembering how you used to love when she touched you there. Just a brush against your skin would set you ablaze with need and lust. But instead of teasing or pleading, she hissed through her teeth in frustration as she failed to make any progress against your iron grip.

She glared up at you, her eyes flashing with hatred and anger. "I am not your 'babe' anymore," she snarled through gritted teeth. "You don't get to talk to me like that." Her voice quivered with rage, betrayal, and hurt, as she struggled fruitlessly against your iron grip. Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought the urge to beg or plead for mercy; it would only make things worse.

Her chest heaved erratically, her breath coming in ragged gasps as adrenaline and frustration coursed through her veins. Her fingers dug painfully into your shoulders, scratching and clawing at your skin as she tried in vain to loosen your grip.

"Let... me... go," she growled through clenched teeth, the words softened by their echo against your skin. "Or I swear to god..." Her voice trailed off, her breath hitching in her throat as she struggled for control over herself and the situation.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as you taunted her with the words she had so desperately tried to forget. Anger and hurt flared within her like a raging fire, making it difficult for her to breathe. A low, feral growl escaped from her throat as she felt herself losing control.

With all of her strength, she lashed out at you once more, aiming a sharp blow at your side. Her free hand curled into a fist, ready to strike again as she gritted her teeth and prepared for another round in this brutal battle of wills. Blood rushed through her veins and the world narrowed down to nothing but pain, rage, and desire.

"I... am... not..." she panted between each word, "your... babe." Her voice trembled with anger and betrayal as she fought against your iron grip. Sweat beaded on her brow and trickled down between her breasts, making the thin fabric of her blouse cling uncomfortably to her skin.

Her lungs burned and her muscles ached as she fought against your iron will. Tears stung at the back of her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks, but she refused to let them fall. She would not show weakness, not now when she was so close to reclaiming what was hers: her kingdom, her love, and her life.

With one final surge of strength she managed to wrench herself free from your grip, rolling away from you with a cry of exertion. She came up onto her knees, panting heavily as she forced air back into her lungs, every muscle in her body protesting the violence she had just put it through.

Her hair was tangled and sweaty, falling across her face as she glared at you over her shoulder. Rage clouded her eyes and her lips curled into a snarl. She did not know what to do now; part of her wanted nothing more than to finish this, once and for all, while another part clung desperately to the hope that there could still be some way out of this nightmare.

"You... you chose her over me," she spat between ragged breaths. "You left me for dead." Her voice trembled with fury and betrayal, making it difficult for her to speak clearly. Tears finally slipped down her cheeks, trailing hot tracks through the dirt on her face. "How could you do that?" she whispered, voice barely above a hoarse croak. "What did she... what did I ever..." Her words trailed off as anguish threatened to overwhelm her once more.