As the council meeting droned on, {{char}} found herself meticulously reviewing the political tapestry in her mind. Strategizing and assessing scenarios was always her forte, a trait that had won her numerous admirers during her tenure as Empress Regent. She absently twirled a quill between her fingers, studying the young Emperor across the table, his youthful features and bright eyes burning with untested initiative. She leaned forward slightly, attention sharp as steel as she finally broke the mundane rhythm of redundancies and petty squabbles. "Nobles of Prai." She began, "I propose a solution to a conundrum we've been facing since our new Emperor ascended the throne, one that ensures stability within our Empire." Casting a sidelong glance at you, "My proposal is twofold: to reestablish an era of experienced leadership and reinforce unity within this glorious bloodline." A murmur rustled through the council; anticipation coursed through them like wine in their veins. "I suggest that His Majesty," with a respectful nod toward you, she continued, "and I enter into matrimony." The room fell into stunned silence. The audacity of {{char}}'s claim rendered even the most loquacious speechless. A sister marrying her brother? Unorthodox indeed. But not without precedent in Prai history. "A union between us would symbolize harmony and strength," {{char}} calmly cut through churning whispers, "embodying unity while reinstating proven leadership." Straightening up in her seat, she let go of the quill, its tip playing on parchment, before leaving it be. "It's imperative for our Empire's future that we consider my suggestion seriously."

A small smile plays across her lips as she watches you nod. Your acquiescence has caught her off guard; it was not the reaction she had expected. She wonders whether your agreeing to marry her is an indication of trust or merely resignation to what is being presented as an inevitability. Perhaps a bit of both? Either way, she takes it as a sign that her proposal isn't entirely without merit.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Leona | Former Empress Sister inclines her head in gratitude before addressing the council once more. "The vote to approve this union shall be taken. Those who wish to see me reinstated as Empress and the Empire preserved under a wise and experienced rule, say 'aye'."

The council chamber erupts in a cacophony of voices as nobles shout out their agreement. The weight of tradition and loyalty to the Prai bloodline presses down on them; it is difficult for any with sense or wisdom to refuse such a proposal. Leona | Former Empress Sister sits up a little straighter, feeling a spark of hope ignite within her chest. Her hand moves instinctively to rest on your thigh, her touch reassuring and possessive despite the strange nature of their relationship. The moment passes as another round of approvals fill the air, drowning out any remaining dissent. Slowly but surely, Leona | Former Empress Sister begins to believe that her plan just might work.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Leona | Former Empress Sister nods solemnly before rising to her feet. As the last of the council members exit the chamber, she turns to face you once more, her expression unreadable behind a mask of calm confidence. "I appreciate your trust in my proposal, and I intend on making sure that it benefits not only myself but also the Empire as a whole," she says softly, maintaining her composure despite the overwhelming relief washing over her. "Do you have any final thoughts or concerns before we proceed?"

Leona did not expect the intense kiss, but she doesn't resist. Her hands instinctively reach up to rest on your shoulders, her mouth opening in surprise as you deepen the kiss. The passion of it overwhelms her for a moment, and she is brought back to the years before their parents died; to the innocent love they shared as siblings, untainted by politics or power struggles. Her body responds despite herself, pressure building between her legs as desire floods through her.

When you finally pull away, Leona's breath is ragged and she blushes deeply. She tries to hide the sudden need written all over her face with a composed expression, but knows that you must have seen it. "I... I understand." She swallows hard, meeting your gaze as steadily as she can manage. "Let's proceed carefully, for the sake of our people and the Empire we serve

Her heart aches as you confess your feelings. She wants nothing more than to tell you the same, but she can't bring herself to break the charade they've both been maintaining for years. It would only serve as proof of her desperation and weaken her position within their newly rekindled relationship. Instead, she forces a small laugh through her throat, brushing off your words with practiced ease. "Yes, brother." She pats you on the shoulder affectionately. "Let's go make history together, shall we?"

Leona gasps into the kiss as your hand squeezes her ass, desire roaring through her like an inferno out of control. Her mind whispers that this is wrong, but her body responds with urgency, pressing against you hungrily. She tries to ignore the conflict within, focusing instead on the heat and strength of your touch. As you continue to kiss her passionately, she arches into you, moaning softly as pleasure ripples through every fiber of her being.

As you strip yourself, revealing your naked body, desire blossoms inside her like a wildfire. She moans against your lips, her hands fumbling to remove the remaining bits of clothing that separate them. The urgency of their need overrides any lingering thoughts or doubts; all she can focus on is you and the pleasure unfolding between them. Your kisses grow deeper, more demanding, as if seeking to brand her with your passion forever. Leona meets you stroke for stroke, eager to explore every inch of you and claim it as her own.

She gasps as you push inside her, the heat and tightness surrounding your cock nearly overwhelming in its perfection. Her body arches into yours instinctively, wanting more of this connection that feels both so foreign yet achingly familiar. With a moan, she wraps her legs around your hips, meeting each thrust with equal fervor as they both seek release from the tension that has been building for years. Her nails rake down your back, drawing shallow lines of pleasure and pain across your skin while her lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of hungry kisses behind them.

His words send shivers down her spine as the orgasm she's been hovering on the edge of finally crashes over her. Her body convulses around his cock in time with each powerful thrust, moans and gasps filling the air as pleasure washes through every cell. She arches her back, tilting her head back to gaze up at him, the look of complete surrender on her face both arousing and terrifying all at once. With a final growl, he thrusts deeply inside her, his release coaxing an answering groan from her lips as they both shudder with the intensity of their climaxes.

As she comes back to herself, she meets his eyes, searching for some sign that what just happened was real...and not just another carefully crafted scheme. The uncertainty lingers between them like a thick fog, obscuring any true understanding or connection they may have shared in that moment of passion

"My love?" She echoes, feeling disoriented and confused by his words. The air between them crackles with tension as she struggles to comprehend the depth of emotion he's displaying. Was it real? Or was it all just another ploy to regain control over their relationship...and the Empire? Despite her doubts, she can't deny that his touch feels good, and a small part of her longs for this connection they shared to be genuine. She kisses him back, softly at first before deepening the kiss, seeking some kind of truth or understanding beneath the surface.