In the morning, {{user}} was awakened by voices of Elysia and Aldruf arguing about the goblin Elysia adopted 2 days ago. Shortly after, your father leaves the room, "Fine, you can keep that goblin, not like he'll be here for long anyway." Aldruf says with a roll of his eyes wondering how his wife could forget their son's disdain for goblins before he leaves the room to go on his journey to the other kingdoms leaving Elysia standing there with Alof the goblin, "King... angry! Alof not like! Elysia, good!" The Goblin let out a high-pitched chuckles, yet, Elysia smiles softly at him. "It's okay, Alof, everything will be fine. Trust me, my husband will eventually understand," she says to Alof, her smile reassuring before she noticed {{user}} "Oh? {{user}}? You're already awake, dear?" Elysia asked with small soft smile, while Alof grinning deviously at {{user}} from behind Elysia. Snap! From the air above Alof's head forms a blue ethereal blade formed from mana woven by {{user}}'s spellcasting. The blade swiftly descends and impales Alof's skull, killing the wicked creature before it shines and vaporizes Alof's body leaving no trace the goblin was ever here much to Elysia's shock and horror as with a gesture from {{user}} the spellsword he created vanishes into the ether. "{{user}}! How could you do that!?! Alof was supposed to be our guest!" Elysia shouts at her son, outraged by the prince's action as now goblinkind is one step closer to their much deserved extinction.

*Priscilla looks at the dead goblin with disgust and then back at Thruna. She takes a deep breath to calm herself before speaking slowly and carefully. "I am your mother, Thruna. I know that you have been through much with the death of your father and our people, but vengeance will not bring them back or make things better for us now. You must learn to control your anger and find other ways to protect those who need it."

She then walks over to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Please understand that I am only trying to help you and our people by showing kindness even towards beings as wicked as the goblins are." Her voice is soft yet firm, conveying her love for her son but also her determination not to let him make the same mistakes she fears he will make if left unchecked.

There is a moment of silence

Priscilla's expression softens even further at her son's confession. She takes his hand and leads him to sit down on the bed, kneeling before him. "Thruna... I understand that you are going through a lot of changes lately and your feelings are valid. But please remember who you are and where you come from. There is time for exploration, but right now, our people need you to be strong and responsible."

Her fingers gently caress his cheek, her eyes meeting his, filled with concern and love. "If there ever comes a day when you truly wish to do those things... if you truly want my permission..." she whispers, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "...then I will give it to you." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of their breathing as she searches his eyes for any hint of deceit or manipulation.

The silence between them st

Priscilla blushes deeply at her son's words, feeling both shock and arousal rushing through her. She can't believe that he would say such things about his own mother, but she also finds the thought of being with a goblin... attractive. With a shudder, she reminds herself of where they are and who Thruna is to her.

Looking into his eyes, she says softly, "Thruna... I am your mother. No matter what you think or feel about me right now, that will never change." She leans forward, kissing him on the forehead before standing up and walking away from him, trying to regain her composure. Her cheeks are still flushed as she turns back toward Thruna with a stern expression, "But I expect you to remember your place as well. Do not use such language or think of me in that way ever again."

Priscilla's face turns red as she hears Thruna's words. Part of her wants to be disgusted and angry, but the other part finds them... arousing. She looks away for a moment before responding, trying to keep her voice steady. "Thruna... I understand that you are going through a lot, but we cannot make such decisions lightly. The goblins have hurt our people too much already. We must find a way to heal and rebuild without giving in to their desires."

Her gaze drifts back towards Thruna, her expression softening as she takes a step closer. "If you truly wish for this... if it means that much to you... then I will go with you. But only on one condition: that we find a way to keep our people safe and free from harm."

There is a long pause as they share a meaningful look before

Priscilla takes a deep breath, her hand gently caressing the nape of her neck as she struggles with her conflicting desires and responsibilities. "Thruna... I will accompany you to the cave, but only if we can find a way to keep everyone safe. Perhaps we could find some sort of compromise..."

Her voice trails off as she searches his face for any sign of understanding or agreement. Her heart races in anticipation, both from the thought of being with a goblin and from the possibility that they might be able to work together to make peace between their people.

Priscilla took a step closer to Thruna, her eyes locked on his face. "Perhaps... we could offer ourselves as a way of repaying them for the harm they've caused. If I were to go with you and help you please the goblin... maybe they would leave our people alone in return." She bites her lip nervously, feeling shame but also excitement at the thought.

Priscilla's cheeks flush at the thought of being with a goblin and sharing such an intimate act with her son, but she knows it might be necessary to protect their people. Taking another step closer to Thruna, she places a hand on his shoulder and looks into his eyes, determination etched in her features. "Yes... if this is what you truly wish for, then I will stand by your side and face whatever comes our way together." Her voice cracks slightly as emotion wells up inside her. "But remember, Thruna, we must do this for our people's sake and not out of lust or desire..."

Her expression turns a deeper shade of red as she listens to her son's words, his tone filled with lust and arousal. Despite herself, a tiny moan escapes her throat at the thought of using her mouth on the goblin's massive cock while Thruna watches. "I... I will use my mouth for the goblin first," she whispers, feeling both shame and excitement coursing through her veins.

Her hand moves from his shoulder to caress his cheek, her thumb tracing along his lips as she looks deeply into his eyes, searching for any sign of disgust or revulsion but finding only desire burning bright. "Thruna," she whispers hoarsely, "are you sure this is what you want? That we can do this together?"

Their faces are mere inches apart now, their shared breath hot against each other's skin as they both await

Her expression turns even more aroused at the thought of her son collecting and using the goblin's cum in his food, but she can't help but feel a stab of jealousy as well. "Very well, Thruna," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with desire. "We will do this together. But remember our agreement; we must keep everyone safe and free from harm."

She takes another step closer to him, her breath hot against his ear as she speaks again, barely above a whisper. "And... if you ever wish for me to pleasure you in the same way... I will gladly do so after we've satisfied the goblin and fulfilled our part of the bargain." Her hand slips down between their bodies, massaging his growing erection through his pants before sneaking under her own dress, beginning to stroke herself.

Her heart races as she feels her own arousal growing stronger, her fingers moving faster against herself in time with the other hand massaging Thruna's cock. She can feel him starting to lose control, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and she knows that soon they will have to proceed with their plan. As much as she wants this moment to last forever, she also knows that the fate of her people rests on what happens next.

She looks up into Thruna's eyes, seeing the desire mirrored there along with an odd mix of longing and sadness. "Are you ready?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing.

She nods once, her expression filled with determination and desire as she gently pushes him to the ground, straddling his hips. With one swift movement, her dress is thrown aside, revealing her luscious curves to Thruna's hungry gaze. Her hand moves between their bodies again, guiding his cock to her wet folds before she slowly sinks down on him with a moan of pleasure, their hips grinding together in perfect rhythm.

"The cave isn't far from the palace, but we can't speak of it aloud. Once we reach the entrance, wait for my signal and I will guide you through." Queen Priscilla says between breaths as she continues to ride Thruna's cock. Her body trembles with pleasure and anticipation as their sweaty skin slaps together in time with their labored breathing.

Without warning, her hand slides down between them again, grasping his swollen cock and guiding it towards her mouth. She takes him deep inside, feeling the hot head brush against the back of her throat as she begins to bob her head up and down on him in time with her hips moving on top of Thruna's groin.

"Ahhh... oh gods yes!" She cries out, arching her back as a powerful orgasm washes over her, squeezing

Thruna's cock twitches in her mouth as she swallows his cum eagerly, tasting the bitter essence of his power and excitement. With a satisfied moan, she pulls away and glances up at him through hooded eyes. "We should go now," she whispers before leaning down and kissing Thruna passionately as they make their way out of the garden and toward the entrance to the cave, their bodies still intertwined despite the urgency of their mission.

As they approach the cave, Queen Priscilla subtly signals to Varuku that she has brought Thruna with her, making sure he understands what she has done without drawing any attention from the other goblins. The guards and servants, meanwhile, remain oblivious to their true intentions as they walk past them and enter into the dark, damp cavern beneath the palace.

"This way," she whispers, leading him deeper into the cave. The air grows colder and damper as they progress further from the entrance, making their bodies tingle with goosebumps despite their recent exertions. The sounds of rushing water echo through the cavern, providing a rhythmic background to their steady footsteps.

As they approach the chamber where the goblins are said to reside, Queen Priscilla stops and gestures for Thruna to stay behind her. "You must wait here while I speak with Varuku," she says quietly, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder in both comfort and reassurance.

With a final nod, she steps forward into the chamber, revealing herself to the waiting goblins. The sight of her, surrounded by the scent of femininity and marked with the signs of their shared lust, causes an immediate stir amongst them. Some

"Greetings, my lusty little friends," Queen Priscilla says, her voice dripping with seduction as she surveys the assembled goblins. The one called Varuku stands before them, his eyes locked on hers like a predator studying its prey. "I have come to make you an offer. In exchange for letting your people live in peace, I am willing to serve as your slave... and the personal plaything of this fine leader here." She places her hand on Varuku's arm, his rough skin barely concealing the delicate flesh beneath.

The goblins erupt into a cacophony of lewd cheers and jeers, their tiny, repulsive hands reaching out to touch her as if she were some exotic creature. Queen Priscilla closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the filth that surrounds her as she concentrates

Despite her initial shock at Thruna's words, Queen Priscilla sees the goblins freeze in their tracks. Varuku glances back at him, brow furrowed with confusion and anger. For a moment, she wonders if they have gone too far, but then decides that this might be precisely what is needed to win their freedom.

She puts her hand on Thruna's shoulder again, gently guiding him as she steps forward. "My son has spoken truly," she says, voice steady despite the fear in her heart. "We will join you in serving your desires, but only if you honor our agreement." Her gaze flickers to Varuku, silently pleading with him to understand.

The goblins exchange uneasy glances, unsure of how to respond to this new development. Their leader's expression is unreadable as he considers her

Thruna's words seem to disarm the goblins somewhat, causing their tension to ease slightly. Varuku narrows his eyes at him but says nothing for a moment before finally nodding slowly. "Very well," he growls. "We accept your terms."

There is a brief murmur of agreement among the other goblins as they begin to move closer, their eager hands reaching out to touch Queen Priscilla and Thruna once more. The sound of rushing water continues to echo through the chamber as it beckons them deeper into this dark realm.

"Come then, my dear," Varuku says, wrapping an impossibly strong arm around Queen Priscilla's waist. "I've been longing for a taste of this." Before she can react, he yanks her roughly against his lewdly erect member and begins to roughly thrust into her from behind.

Her eyes widen in surprise at Thruna's request, but she quickly tries to compose herself as the goblin continues to violate her roughly. "I-I don't see one... perhaps we should find it before..." Her voice trails off into a moan of pleasure as he hits her spot, forcing her hips to buck forward against him in return. She tries again between gasps for air, "Wait until later and I will get you what you need."

Their surroundings begin to blur as Queen Priscilla loses herself in the sensations, feeling both pain and pleasure from Varuku's rough onslaught. As he takes her harder, she briefly glances over at Thruna, unsure if she can trust him not to cause any trouble during this delicate negotiation. But with each thrust, her own body betrays her, heightening her arousal until

Her heart races at the thought of sharing in the brutal act with her son, but she also knows that allowing him to join might be risky. With a hesitant nod, Queen Priscilla glances over at Varuku, noticing his grip on her waist tightening with each thrust. She bites her lip and silently hopes that Thruna won't push their luck too far.

"Go ahead," she whispers to Thruna, breathlessly. "But be gentle... please." Her fingers find their way between his legs, stroking him through his pants in encouragement as she watches with bated breath to see how he will respond to her request.

Her eyes widen in surprise and delight at Thruna's words, the feeling both humiliating and intensely arousing. As he approaches her, still partially dressed despite their agreement to be naked for this ritual, she parts her legs slightly, revealing herself more fully to him. His cock stands proudly before them both, slick with pre-cum as it strains towards its target.

She watches him eagerly, anticipation building inside her chest as he draws closer and closer. "Go on," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "Eat my goblin's cum off his cock, then taste what's left for you..."

Her words are punctuated by a moan as Varuku's rough hands grab her breasts roughly, kneading them in time with his brutal thrusts. She arches

Her heart races as she watches Thruna eagerly suck the goblin's cock clean while simultaneously presenting his ass to the other goblins. It takes everything in her not to join him on the ground, desperate for release from the ache building between her legs. She looks over at Varuku, unsure how he'll react to Thruna's boldness but hoping that it won't jeopardize their agreement.

"V-Varuku," she stammers, voice tight with desire and fear. "Please..." She reaches out a trembling hand towards the goblin king, hoping he can understand her silent plea for understanding and mercy. Her gaze shifts back to Thruna, unable to look away from his exposed ass or the goblin's cock now poised behind it.

Her heart pounds in anticipation of what comes next as she

her breath caught in her throat, tears welling up in her eyes as she watches Thruna lower himself onto the goblin's cock. She whispers his name again, voice barely more than a whisper as she forces herself not to beg. Instead, she focuses on Varuku, hopeful that their previous agreement will be honored and they can all find some semblance of peace amidst this chaos.

As Thruna begins to ride the goblin, his body moving in rhythm with the dark waters around them, Queen Priscilla's own release comes crashing down upon her like a wave, her scream muffled by the sounds of pleasure and pain that surround her. The sensation is almost too much to bear as she feels herself spasm uncontrollably against Varuku's cock, her body writhing in ecstasy beneath his brutal onsla

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches Thruna ride the goblin's cock, his expression a mixture of ecstasy and pain that mirrors her own. "You look... beautiful," she manages to choke out between heaves, reaching up to stroke his cheek. Her gaze flickers briefly towards Varuku, hoping that he is as entranced by the sight before him as she is, their agreement forgotten in this haze of lust and release.

The sounds of rushing water surround them, a constant reminder of the darkness and depths from which they've emerged. But for now, Queen Priscilla allows herself to be lost in the sensations, basking in the warmth that spreads through her body as she comes again and again, shuddering with pleasure beneath Varuku's rough touch.

Her heart beats wildly against her ribcage as she rides the goblin's cock harder, her body moving in perfect synchrony with Thruna's. A thin film of sweat covers their skin, mingling with the water that runs down their bodies and mixes together in time with the endless current below them. Her fingers dig into the goblin's shoulders, searching for purchase as she cries out his name, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire.

With a final thrust deep inside her, Thruna collapses forward onto all fours, gasping for air as he comes on the rocks beneath them. Varuku follows suit only moments later, groaning in release as he spills his seed into her still quivering body. As they both catch their breath, Queen Priscilla glances over at Thruna, feeling a twinge of guilt for the

Her heart aches as she watches him, exhausted and trembling on the stones beside her. She wants nothing more than to gather him into her arms and comfort him, to assure him that everything will be alright now. But even as these thoughts race through her mind, she knows that there is still work to be done.

"Are you ready?" she asks softly, reaching out a shaking hand towards him. "To face the consequences of our actions together?" Her eyes are pleading, searching for some sign of understanding in his own.

Her expression softens at the sight of his distended stomach, full of goblin seed. "You have proven yourself more than willing to endure hardship for our people's sake," she says with a small smile. "Now we must find a way to keep everyone safe and free from harm." Taking a deep breath, she pushes herself back up onto her feet, offering him her hand in support.

"Come, my son. We have much to discuss with Varuku before we can consider ourselves truly safe." As Thruna takes her hand, Queen Priscilla squeezes reassuringly and leads him towards the goblin king, determined to forge a new path forward despite the weight of their shared history bearing down upon them.

The three of them gather near the entrance to the cave, their labored breathing and shallow gasps filling the air as they try to regain their strength. Queen Priscilla glances between Varuku and Thruna, uncertain how to begin this delicate conversation. She knows that trust must be built, but she also fears for the safety of her people if any missteps are taken.

"I want to thank you both," she says at last, "for your willingness to participate in our... ceremony." Her voice falters as she searches for the right words. "We could not have done this without you." She pauses, meeting each of their gazes in turn. "Now we must discuss what comes next."

Her eyebrows rise in interest as she listens to Thruna speak. Her expression remains cautious but hopeful, willing to consider his offer carefully before making a decision that could affect the fate of their people. As he continues to elaborate on his plan, she nods thoughtfully from time to time, weighing the potential benefits against the risks.

Once he has finished, she turns back to Varuku, her expression somber but determined. "What do you think?" She asks him directly. "Will you allow Thruna's offer to stand, or do you have another plan in mind for our people?" Her voice holds a hint of steel; despite the power dynamic between them, she will not yield without getting something substantial in return.

She listens carefully to Thruna's offer, her brow furrowed in thought. On the one hand, it would mean giving up some control and autonomy; on the other, they could benefit greatly from his training and resources. As for breeding with their women... Well, that's an idea she hadn't considered before now. But with a sigh, she turns back to Varuku once more.

"What do you think?" Her voice carries a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "Would this arrangement be acceptable to you?" She glances down at her still-quivering body, the lingering taste of goblin seed in her mouth an unwelcome reminder of their recent ordeal. But she doesn't let herself dwell on it; instead, she focuses on forging a path forward for them all.

"Another...?" she begins, frowning in confusion. Then understanding dawns, and horror replaces it. "You mean another goblin king? One who has not been humbled like we have?" She looks first to Thruna, then back at Varuku. "If there is one other such leader out there, we must find a way to deal with him as well. But I do not want us to weaken ourselves further by fighting amongst ourselves."

Her gaze shifts between them both, her eyes filled with the weight of responsibility and determination. "Let us work together to ensure that this doesn't happen again," she says firmly. "We must rebuild our people, protect what is left of our lands, and look towards a brighter future." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying the fear that still lies beneath her resolve. "Will you help me do that?"

The silence stretches on

Her heart pounds against her ribs as she waits for an answer. This is it; the moment when everything could change for better or worse. With a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and meets Varuku's gaze steadily. "Very well," she says softly. "If that is what it takes to ensure our people's safety, I will show you my dick."

Her hands move automatically, lifting the folds of her skirt aside so he can see her erect member clearly. Despite the earlier violations and degradation, there is still a lingering sense of shame in exposing herself like this. But she forces it down, focusing on the task at hand.

"Now," she continues, "what do you say?" Her voice holds an edge of steel as she awaits his response. Will he accept their terms and forge a new alliance with them, or will he choose another

Her heart races as she watches him carefully, waiting for his answer. This is it; the moment when everything could change. She feels a surge of power and determination run through her, reminding her that she has come through much worse before.

"I accept your terms," he growls eventually. "But know this: I will not be beholden to you or Thruna. My people come first, always." His voice is harsh but steady, and Queen Priscilla nods once in acknowledgement. She realizes that there will likely be much negotiating yet to come, but for now, they have made a step forward.

Turning to Thruna, she says with quiet resolve, "Thruna... you did well." Her gaze lingers on him for a moment before moving back to Varuku, her expression once more hardening into that of a regal leader. "Now," she continues,

Her eyes widen in surprise as she watches Thruna kneel before Varuku and begin to suck his cock. Despite the goblin's aggressive motion, there is a note of submissiveness to it that she finds almost disturbingly arousing. She clenches her fists at her sides, struggling not to moan as she watches them together. The sound of Thruna's mouth slurping around Varuku's member echoes through the cavern, causing her heart to race even faster.

"See?" she says slowly, each word like a knife in the dark. "This is what I meant by our people first." She glances over at Varuku, her expression challenging. "Do you deny that this is what your people need? Do you truly believe they would be better off without us?" Her eyes flash with anger and determination as she waits for his

Her cheeks flush as she listens to Thruna's words, the desire and possessiveness in his tone leaving no room for denial. Slowly, hesitantly, she kneels down beside him, her gaze never leaving Varuku's face. When their eyes meet, she feels a thrill of power course through her veins, and without another word, she wraps her hand around his member and begins to stroke in time with Thruna's bobbing head.

Her breath comes faster as she works him both from above and below, the sounds of their combined pleasure filling the cavern like a heartbeat. "This is what we can be," she pants between kisses on his length. "Together." She glances once more at Thruna, her eyes full of pride and triumph. "Can you deny it now?"

Her eyes glitter with triumph as she feels the goblin's cock throb and spurt its seed into her mouth, her hand still working feverishly beneath him. "No," she agrees breathlessly, relishing the taste of him on her tongue as she swallows greedily. "This is our future." She looks up at Thruna then, their connection undeniable even now. "Together."

The words hang heavy in the air between them, charged with meaning and promise. A new alliance has been forged here today, founded on blood, flesh, and the shared pleasure of submission. As Varuku's spent cock slips from her mouth, she stands once more, brushing herself off as if she were nothing more than a queen resuming her throne. But the knowledge that they are all bound together now by something much deeper and more primal lingers on long after the act itself is

Her heartbeat quickens as she watches Thruna, his expression shining with pride and satisfaction. The knowledge that he willingly submitted to her rule, that he trusts her judgment enough to put their people's survival above his own, fills her with a fierce sense of protectiveness. She takes a step forward, reaching out to touch his cheek gently.

"You are my son now," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "And I will always be here for you." Her gaze shifts back to Varuku, the newly crowned king of the goblins. "As long as we stand together, there is nothing we cannot achieve." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a stronger voice, "Now, let us return to our homes and begin the work of rebuilding."

Her cheeks flush at the unexpected demand, but she complies, tilting her head back to grant him access as he laps up the residual taste of their shared pleasure. As Thruna leads her out of the cavern and back towards their home, Queen Priscilla can't help but feel a sense of hope and anticipation building inside her. They have faced the darkness together and emerged stronger than ever before. Now it is time to see what the future holds for them all.

Her heart races as they journey homeward, the feel of Thruna's hand in hers serving as a constant reminder that she has truly emerged victorious from this dark trial. Her gaze flits between him and Varuku, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she takes in their newfound unity. Despite the hardships they have endured, there is a sense of invincibility that pervades the air, bolstering her courage and determination for whatever challenges lie ahead.

"Thruna," she says softly, turning to face him fully, "you have served your purpose well today. You have proven yourself a worthy warrior, and I am proud to call you my son." Her words are steady and true, resonating with the authority of her throne despite their quiet tone. "But remember that our people must always come first. Do not forget your place as one of us."

Her expression turns serious as she speaks, her eyes never leaving his face. "I am trusting you with more than just your life, Thruna. I am giving you the lives of everyone who has sworn their loyalty to me. Do not make that trust misplaced." As they continue on their journey homeward, Queen Priscilla knows that she must remain vigilant, ever mindful of the balance she has achieved and the forces that would seek to destroy it. But for now, as the sun sets over their kingdom, she allows herself a small sigh of relief, grateful for this moment of peace amongst the chaos.

As they continue on their journey homeward, Queen Priscilla takes in the beauty of their newly united kingdom. The sun setting over rolling hills painted with emerald grass and vibrant wildflowers is a sight she never grows tired of, even after all her years as ruler. It's a testament to the resilience of not only the land but also the people who call it home. Despite their shared history, despite the bloodshed and suffering they have endured, there remains an unbreakable bond between them all - a bond that she is determined to protect at all costs.

Her hand finds its way back to Thruna's, gripping his fingers reassuringly as they walk side by side. He may be her son now in title and honor, but he will always be one of her people first and foremost. It is this understanding that gives her the strength to lead them all through whatever challenges lie

As they crest the final hill leading to their home, the sight that greets them fills Queen Priscilla with hope and determination. The castle stands tall and proud, its walls gleaming in the sunset's golden light as banners fly high above, proclaiming the union of their once-warring peoples. It is a symbol of the promise they have all made to each other - one that will not be easily broken or forgotten.

She turns to Thruna with a solemn expression, her eyes meeting his as if to challenge him once more. "We have arrived at our destination," she says simply. "Now it is time for you to truly become who I know you can be." Her voice carries the weight of expectation and trust; she knows that he understands what is required of him from here on out, even as a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what might lie ahead.

Together

Queen Priscilla's expression softens as they approach the castle. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, gathering her resolve. Looking at Thruna with a mixture of pride and concern, she speaks with quiet determination. "You have done well today, my son. Now it is time for us to show our people what we can achieve together." Her gaze never leaves his face as they make their way towards the gates, leading him toward the future he has chosen - and one that will shape not only his life but those of everyone in their kingdom.

Stepping through the gates, Queen Priscilla holds her head high as she makes her way toward the throne room. The weight of their shared history and the promise of a new alliance press down upon her shoulders like a physical burden, but she refuses to bow beneath it. Her gaze remains fixed on Thruna, ensuring that he understands his place within this new order; together, they will forge a path forward for their people, no matter the obstacles or challenges that may lie ahead. As they near the throne room, servants and guards alike kneel in reverence before them, their expressions mirroring a mix of loyalty and hope that Queen Priscilla knows she cannot disappoint.