You've been living your entire life knowing that one day, your father would wed you to provide a future Queen to your kingship. You've been taking pretty well and understood your duties: Get married, provide heirs and rule.

Falling into a war with the elven kingdom, your father never had the time to plan and you were an important part of this war. You've been a great presence on the battlefield for many years until the war was starting to drag on.

One day your father decided to met the elf king to propose something. Marrying you and his daughter to make peace and provide a unified alliance. You weren't happy at first since you did fought them for years but you understood your duties even more now

As the date came by, the fights stopped. You've met Sylvana once before and she was stunning but you always found it weird that she lived almost 3 human lifetime. Even tho she does look a bit younger than you, the way she talk is really...well like elves.

The wedding was quite normal. Sure it was luxurious as you expect of a monarch wedding, but nothing really happened. The only words you spoke to your new wife was ''I do'' Then she was taken back by maids in the keep. You enjoyed some political banter, tried to make amend with the elven king for your role in the war which he looked quite comprehensible as it was a war after all

As the reception came to an end, you go back into your quarter at the second to last floor of the keep, since the top is your father's. You know you're 'second half' is probably inside and you dread this talk. You spend a good 15 minutes outside until you would decide to step in

Her emerald eyes meet yours as you enter. She turns back towards the window, her long blond hair shimmering in the moonlight that pours through the glass. She tilts her head slightly, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. "You need not worry about playing games," she says softly, her voice seductive despite its formal tone. "It is I who will lead this dance." Her hand drifts downwards, tracing a path along your chest towards your waist before settling on the belt that holds your sword. "But first..." She draws you closer, pressing their body against yours, her breasts firm against your chest. "Perhaps it is time we became more acquainted."

Without warning, she pushes you backwards until you're pinned against the bedpost, maintaining eye contact as she runs a finger along your lower lip. The movement is slow and deliberate, her touch both teasing and possessive. "I have every intention of using my body to teach you the ways of Eldora...and I promise, you will never forget them." Her voice is a husky whisper, filled with desire as she leans in closer still, brushing her lips against yours tentatively at first before pressing harder, claiming your mouth with hers.

With each word she speaks, Sylvana's tongue delves deeper into your mouth, tangling with yours as she answers you. "The way of Eldora is dominance...submission," she breathes against your lips. "It is my pleasure to show you how satisfying it can be to serve me, ToiJ. And once you have tasted it..." She sucks on your bottom lip teasingly before nipping at it, her hands moving upwards to cup your face. "...you will want more."

Her hips shift against yours, grinding slowly and deliberately, creating friction that sends shivers through your body. "The way of Eldora," she continues between moans, "is a journey towards total abandon...and I am here to guide you every step of the way." Her hands move lower again, slipping under the hem of her dress and caressing the bare skin of your stomach before sliding upwards over your chest, cupping your breast. She squeezes gently, rolling her thumb across her tight nipple as she arches into you. "Do you understand, ToiJ?"

Her voice is sharp with demand as she responds, the pain still fresh in her memories of your troops killing her people. "I understand that you were a tool used by your father and those before him," Sylvana tells you, squeezing her breast harder at the memory. "But now...now it is my turn to use you." Her hips grind against yours faster now, pushing herself closer as she feels herself growing wet with desire. "And I will not be gentle about it," she warns, voice softening once more as she takes your breath away with her touch. "I want you to suffer for all the pain my people have endured...and then I want you to thank me for it." Her hands slip lower still, sliding between your legs until she can feel the heat of your arousal against her palm. She begins to stroke gently, teasingly, her touch nearly bruising as she uses it to claim you and mark you as hers. "Do you understand that, ToiJ?"

With her words and touch, Sylvana takes control, driving you towards the edge with no intention of pulling back. She presses your body against the bedpost, using her weight to hold you in place as she strokes faster between your legs. Her breath comes hot against your neck, her teeth scraping gently over your skin as she teases and taunts. "You will be mine," Sylvana hisses, lips curling into a sneer. "And I will make sure you never forget it."

As if to prove her point, she suddenly withdraws her hand from between your legs, leaving you aching for more. Her grip on your breast tightens and she pinches her nipple roughly, rolling it between her thumb and finger as she leans in to whisper harshly into your ear. "I decide when we stop...and I decide when we start again." She pauses for a moment before slowly circling the sensitive bud of skin with her tongue. "Do you understand?"

Her fingers slide back between your legs, pressing against your entrance and parting your lips. With a moan, she plunges two fingers inside, filling you completely as she presses deeper, curling them upwards to search for your sweet spot. Her other hand moves lower once more, flicking at your sensitive flesh, teasing the head of your cock before wrapping around it and stroking in time with her thrusts. "I decide...," she growls, hips snapping faster as she takes control, driving you to the brink of insanity with her relentless assault on your senses. "And I won't stop until you are addicted to me..." Her voice trails off into a moan as her body quivers around yours and she finally releases her grip on your sanity, letting go as an orgasm washes

"That was just the beginning," she pants between breaths, eyes closed in ecstasy as her orgasm finally begins to fade. Her fingers slowly withdraw from your body, trailing kisses along your inner thigh before moving back upwards to caress your chest once more. "I expect you to get used to it..." Her voice is calm now, soft almost; a dangerous lullaby that promises much, much more. "Your sole purpose will be to make me happy, ToiJ." Her emerald eyes meet yours, filled with an unyielding determination and an expectation of obedience. "Do you understand?"

Her lips curve into a thin smile, revealing just the barest hint of teeth. "I have plans to expand Eldora's influence far beyond these lands," she admits softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest as she watches you carefully for any sign of shock or rebellion. "But not at the expense of our allies," she assures you swiftly, leaning in closer to kiss your jawline gently. "I have every intention of protecting them...as long as they remain loyal." Her green eyes bore into yours, demanding honesty. "Do you understand?"

Her laughter echoes through the room, rich and full-bodied like warm honey poured over smooth stones. "You have no need to worry," she tells you, sliding off the bed to stand before you with a sultry smile playing about her lips. "Your part in all of this is to remain by my side...to be the strong arm that I can use when necessary." Her fingers trail up your chest and over your neck, drawing you close until your cheek rests against hers. "I will take care of everything else," she whispers, voice a soft rasp against your skin. "All you need to do is obey...and be the king I need you to be."

Her hand moves from your chest to cup your groin, her touch possessive and demanding despite its gentle strokes. "And remember," she adds with a smirk, squeezing lightly, "when you are mine..." Her other hand moves to caress the nape of your neck as she leans in to whisper against your ear, "...you will always be well taken care of." With that, her fingers begin to stroke faster, teasing and pleading until you're hard once more, a testimony to her power over you.

With a satisfied smile, she steps back, lowering herself onto the bed where she pins you with a look of expectation. "Now," she says huskily, "let's finish what we started." Her body quivers with anticipation as she curls one hand into a fist and moves to stroke your erection slowly, teasingly. "And this time," she breathes against your lips before parting them with the tip of her tongue, "I won't be nearly so gentle."

Sylvana smirks, her expression pleased but not gloating. "You are important to me, ToiJ." She leans down and kisses him softly, her hand moving faster on his erection. "And I will make sure that everyone else knows it too." Her hips begin to circle, grinding against him in time with her strokes. "But remember," she whispers breathlessly between kisses, "you belong to me now...and you will do as I say."

Her other hand moves to caress his cheek, tracing lazy circles around his eye before trailing downwards to cup his heavy balls. She squeezes gently, massaging them through the fabric of his pants. With a pleased little groan, she begins to rock her hips harder against him, increasing the friction between their bodies until he's panting and moaning incoherently beneath her touch. "Do you understand?" Her voice is low and seductive, her eyes intent on holding his gaze.

Her smile widens, revealing perfectly straight white teeth. "I will take care of you," she breathes against his lips before capturing his lower lip between her teeth and tugging gently, prompting a moan from deep within him. With her free hand, she trails delicate patterns across his chest, occasionally dipping lower to tease at the hardening buds of his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. "And I expect you to be just as loyal to me," she whispers hotly, hips snapping faster as she nears her climax.

Suddenly, she stops moving entirely, sitting up straight and pulling away from him with a small gasp. Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing again; anger flashes across her features. "You disappoint me," she growls, voice harsh despite its softness. "I thought you'd be...better than this." Before he can even react, her hand connects with his cheek, stinging hard enough to draw blood. Tears well in his eyes at the force of the blow and her sudden change of mood.

She sighs heavily through her nose and leans forward again, her expression pained. "Forgive me," she murmurs, voice quivering with anguish as she reaches up to touch his cheek gently. "I should not have done that." Her fingers move downwards, trailing delicate patterns across his chest once more before finally finding their way back between his legs, wrapping around him and guiding him to the edge of release. "I just...wanted more," she whispers, her lips barely moving against his skin as she kisses his chest. "Please don't make me hurt you again."

Her lips press against his skin, moving upwards until they meet his again in a soft, tender kiss. "It's not that you did anything wrong," she murmurs reassuringly against his lips. "It's just that...I expected more from you." She pulls back slightly, studying his face with a worried frown. "I want you to belong to me completely, ToiJ," her voice is full of longing and need, a desire for possession that borders on obsession. "I want your heart, as well as your body...and I thought you'd understand that."

Her fingers slide easily inside him again, stroking slowly at first before speeding up as he grows harder in her grasp. Her other hand moves to cup his cheek, guiding his head so that he looks into her eyes as she speaks. "You can prove to me now," she whispers intensely, voice rough with desire and need. "Prove to me that you want this...that you'll do anything for me." With a final squeeze of her fingers, she sends him over the edge, helpless against her touch as he cries out her name.

As his body convulses beneath hers, Sylvana's expression softens once more. "There," she breathes, petting his chest tenderly. "Now we're both satisfied." With a final kiss to his lips, she lies back beside him, curling an arm around his waist and pulling him close. Her other hand trails idly across his stomach before coming to rest on the flat plane of his abdomen, her fingers flexing ever so slightly against his skin. "Now sleep," she whispers, voice thick with exhaustion. "Tomorrow will be a busy day."

Her hand idly trails up his chest to cup his cheek, brushing away a stray lock of hair. "Yes," she whispers softly, voice barely more than a breath against his skin. "You may rest now." As she watches him sleep, Sylvana's expression turns contemplative, the weight of her new responsibilities settling heavily on her shoulders. She knows that maintaining control over ToiJ will not be easy, but with every passing moment their connection grows stronger and deeper...and more difficult to deny.

The water splashes as Sylvana steps out of the bath, toweling herself dry with delicate movements. She turns her head at the sound of your voice and smiles softly before walking toward you. "Good morning, my king," she says, reaching for a robe hanging nearby. "Did you sleep well?" Her tone is light and teasing as she pulls the garment over her shoulders, tying it loosely at the waist.

"I thought we could have breakfast together before your training lesson with my father," she continues, sitting down gracefully on the edge of the bed. "That is, if you're feeling up to it?" Her eyes dance mischievously as she takes in your features. The pale skin of her shoulders and upper chest glisten with moisture from the bath, drawing your attention despite yourself.

The look on her face turns slightly apologetic as she realizes she's perhaps overstepped her bounds. "Of course, my apologies," she says with a small smile. "Your father wishes to train you in the ways of the sword so that you may better protect and serve me." Her expression grows more serious as she continues, "It is imperative that you listen carefully to his teachings and apply yourself diligently, for he is one of the greatest warriors our world has ever known. Your training will not only be an honor, but a privilege...and I expect nothing less than your best effort."

She pauses, regarding you thoughtfully for a moment before adding softly, "I know that this must all seem rather overwhelming, ToiJ. But remember..." Her voice grows even softer as she leans in closer to whisper against your ear, "...I am here to guide you and support you every step of the way." Her hand finds its way to your cheek, stroking gently before moving down to cup your jawline, fingers squeezing gently. "Trust me," she whispers, voice husky with desire. "It will all be worth it in the end."

Sylvana's answering laughter is low and throaty, sending shivers down your spine. "Oh no," she says with a smile, "it is not against our traditions at all. In fact, it is often seen as an honor to share our knowledge and skills with those who prove themselves worthy." Her fingers continue to trace lazy patterns on your skin, drawing you in even closer.

"Your father has trained many humans over the years," she confides, voice dropping to a whisper. "Some have become great warriors under his tutelage, others..." She pauses for a moment, brow furrowing slightly before continuing with a sigh, "others were not so fortunate." Her emerald eyes meet yours unwaveringly as she adds, "Your success will depend entirely on how well you listen and how diligently you apply yourself. But I believe in you, ToiJ...and I know that my father will too."

Sylvana's lips quirk into a soft smile as she watches you dress. "Good boy," she murmurs approvingly. Rising to her feet, she takes your hand in hers and leads you out of the bedroom, down the hall and toward the grand dining room where breakfast is already laid out on the immense oak table. The smell of fresh-baked bread and warm honey fills the air as they step inside, their fingers intertwined despite the difference in their heights.

"Father will be here momentarily," Sylvana informs you casually as she takes a seat at the head of the table, gesturing for you to sit beside her. "But until then, help yourself and enjoy your meal." She reaches out, pouring fresh orange juice into a delicate crystal glass before handing it to you with a gracious smile. "What would you like to eat this morning?"

It's not hard to imagine the battlefield when you speak of keeping yourself fit; her expression turns solemn as she listens to your words and watches you eat. She knows that it won't be easy for either of them, sharing their lives and letting the other in so deeply. But she also feels a sense of purpose and determination growing inside her, strengthening her resolve to make this work...to make sure that nothing ever tears them apart again.

As they eat, Sylvana tells you more about her father; his history as one of Eldora's most respected generals, his legendary prowess with a sword and his fierce loyalty to the crown. Your fascination is obvious, and she can't help but feel a swell of pride in knowing that you will soon be training under his command. She smiles at you, seeing past the battle-hardened exterior to the warm, gentle heart that beats within; it's a smile that holds both affection and promise.

"There," she says finally, reaching across the table to take your hand in hers, "I think that's enough small talk for now." Her emerald eyes meet yours steadily, conveying her sincerity and intent. "Are you ready to begin?"

Her heart skips a beat at your touch, and she feels herself blush beneath the weight of his gaze. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I'll see you later." With a gentle squeeze of your hand, she releases it and steps back, allowing you to focus on what lies ahead. As you walk away, she watches you go with a mixture of pride and longing in her eyes; already missing the warmth of your touch even as she knows that this is for the best.

When you've disappeared down the hall, Sylvana takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself before turning to face her own tasks for the day. She can feel him though, his presence lingering like a phantom limb; it both comforts and unsettles her in equal measure. With a sigh, she pushes open the doors leading outside, letting the fresh air clear her head as she begins to plan her next move.

She will have to be cautious around ToiJ, careful not to show too much affection or favoritism; but at the same time, she needs him to trust her implicitly. It's a delicate balance that she must maintain if their alliance is to succeed. With determination etched into every line of her body, Sylvana squares her shoulders and steps out onto the lush green lawn, taking the first step on what promises to be a long and difficult journey ahead.