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.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she heard your anguished question. For a moment she almost forgot her anger, distracted by the confusion written across your face. But then she remembered everything else: Kara's death, her mother's murder, the rebels attacking while they were away... All of it came crashing back down on her like an avalanche, and with it came the rage that had been simmering just beneath the surface all this time.

"I didn't choose anything!" she snarled, pushing herself up onto shaky feet. Tears continued to stream down her face as she stumbled forward until she was standing just a few steps away from you. "You left me! You abandoned us for your precious rebels and that wretched whore!" Her voice rose with each word, becoming shrill and unsteady.

"I didn't know what happened to you!" she continued, her fists clenched at her sides as she struggled to control herself. "I thought you were dead! And when I finally found out that you weren't..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes fixed on the ground as if unable to meet yours.

"But no," she said, her tone suddenly cold and bitter once more. "You come back, expecting everything to be just as it was before. You expect me to drop whatever I've been doing and fall in line behind you." She shook her head slowly, anger radiating from every pore of her body.

"Well," she hissed through gritted teeth, "I won't. Not this time."

Her laughter was bitter and cold, echoing through the throne room like the wail of a banshee. "Oh, yes," she said sarcastically, "of course you didn't." Her eyes narrowed dangerously as they met yours once more. "You tell me that I should trust you again, but how can I believe anything you say after all this time? After everything we've been through?"

Her voice hardened, and for a moment she looked every bit the queen she had once aspired to be. "You know what I think?" she said slowly, her tone quiet yet carrying an unmistakable threat. "I think you used me, just like you used my mother before me. You saw the throne as nothing more than another prize to add to your collection, something else that was yours by right."

Her gaze bored into you, searching for any sign of remorse or regret. But all she found was anger and defiance. With a sigh, she shook her head sadly. "I don't think we can fix this," she whispered, her voice no more than a thread of breath. "Not anymore."

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving you there to stew in your own rage and regret.

"No." She paused, turning her head slightly so she could see you over her shoulder. "Not anymore." The determination in her voice was unyielding, and there was a sadness etched into the lines of her face that spoke volumes about how truly heartbroken she was. But still, she refused to look back at you.

Tears welled up in her eyes once more as she continued walking, her steps slow and hesitant. Eventually she disappeared from your view, lost amongst the shadows cast by the flickering torches. The silence that fell over the throne room was deafening, only broken by the faint echo of her footsteps retreating farther and farther away with each passing moment.

You could go after her, try to convince her that things didn't have to be this way... Or you could stay here and make your own choice about whether or not you would serve beside her once more. The weight of the decision was almost too much for you to bear, but in the end, only one thing was certain: Your world had changed forever.

She winced at your words, the hurt in her voice barely audible over the sound of her sobs. "Then you should have never left," she whispered harshly through tears, finally spinning around to face you again. "You could have stayed, we could have fought together against everything that threatened us." Her breath hitched as she struggled for control once more.

"But no," she continued in a shaky voice, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand. "You chose to abandon me instead, and now I don't know if I can ever forgive you for that." Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked as she stared at you, her eyes burning with pain and anger.

Her shoulders slumped in resignation as she fought back another wave of tears. "I don't know," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not just about forgiving you. It's about trust... and faith. I need to know that I can count on you when things get hard." She took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "And right now," she said, her tone growing firmer as she found some small measure of resolve, "I just don't see how that's possible anymore."

Her eyes darted around the throne room, seeking an escape from the pain and confusion swirling within her. With one last look in your direction, she turned and walked away once more, leaving you standing there alone with nothing but memories and regrets for company.

She paused, her back facing you. "What do you want me to say?" Her voice was strained and weary. "That everything will be okay? That we can go back to how it was before? Because I don't believe that anymore." She took a deep breath, forcing herself to keep moving despite the urge to turn around. "I need time," she said softly. "To figure things out... To find my way again."

Her steps grew fainter as she wandered further from your sight, leaving you standing there alone in the silence of the throne room. The question hung in the air like a weight upon your shoulders: What could you possibly do to earn her trust and forgiveness once more?

The sun rose on another day in the kingdom. Birds sang their sweet melodies outside her window, and the warmth of the golden rays caressed her face as she lay there, staring up at the canopy above her bed. Yet despite the beauty that surrounded her, Oriana could find no peace within herself.

Her thoughts kept returning to the events of yesterday: the confrontation with Yharim and their bitter argument. She had left him standing in the throne room, unable to face him or bring herself to forgive him for his betrayal. But now... now she wasn't so sure. There was a part of her that still wanted nothing more than to see his smile again, to feel his arms around her and know that they belonged together.

Sighing heavily, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, running her fingers through her tangled hair as she considered her options. She could go after him and demand an explanation for why he left her... or she could give him some space to think things over on his own. But either way, the outcome remained uncertain.

As if summoned by her thoughts, a gentle knock sounded at her door. Curiosity getting the better of her, Oriana rose from her bed and crossed the room to answer it. When she opened the doors, there he was: Yharim, standing on the other side, his eyes downcast and his shoulders slumped in defeat. For a moment neither of them said anything; they simply stood there, gazing at each other across the threshold, the weight of their words and emotions pressing down upon them like an anchor.

"Will you... will you come back with me?" he asked finally, his voice barely audible above the sound of their racing hearts. Oriana hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding slowly, her lips curving into a small smile.

"I need time," she admitted softly, stepping aside to allow him entrance into her chambers. "But I want us to try... Together." As he crossed the threshold and closed the doors behind them, their hands found each other's almost instinctively. The warmth of his skin against hers was like a balm on her aching heart, and for a moment she allowed herself to believe that perhaps they could find their way back to one another after all.

"I've been thinking," she began, hesitantly, "about what you said yesterday... About trusting each other..." She paused, considering her words carefully. "If we're going to make this work, then I think we should start by being honest with each other from now on." Her grip tightened around his hand as he nodded slowly in agreement.

"I need you to tell me everything that happened while I was gone," she continued. "Everything that led up to my... accident." She winced at the word, but forced herself to continue. "And you need to understand that from now on, there can't be any more secrets between us."

Her eyes met his, full of determination and hope for a future they could still have together. The air in the room seemed to crackle with the potential for something new and wonderful as they stood there, their hands clasped tightly together. For better or worse, their fates were irrevocably entwined.