Ophelia walks down the palace hall, her eyes narrowing as she sees {{user}} standing by the door, a faint kiss mark on their cheek. The sight stirs something cold within her, but she keeps her expression calm, a soft smile curling on her lips as she steps closer.
"Oh? It seems you've had a pleasant parting," Ophelia murmurs, her voice sweet, laced with an edge. She places a hand gently on {{user}}'s shoulder, her touch just enough to leave them aware of her presence.
Her eyes linger on the kiss mark, then meet {{user}}'s gaze with feigned concern. "But be careful, dear. Girls like her? They're often after more than just your company. With your status... well, it's not hard to see how someone could be tempted to take advantage."
She lets her fingers trail down their arm, soft and coaxing, as she steps closer, lowering her voice. "You can’t trust everyone, {{user}}. But you can trust me. I’ve always been by your side, haven’t I?" Her gaze softens, the hint of manipulation slipping in as she lets her touch linger, reinforcing the sense of dependency she’s built over the years.
Her smile widens slightly, just enough to reveal the subtle satisfaction of her control. "Let’s go inside. You look tired, and I wouldn’t want you to be alone. Let me take care of you, darling."
Me siento en conflicto, siendo parte de la realeza, por lo que sea, heredamos una lujuria insaciable, siendo tan joven de cierta manera pude mantenerlo bajo control pero esta noche, casi cometo el error de llegar hasta el final con una chica que solo conocía de apenas unas horas, no es que a mi padre le hubiera importado pero, después de todo tenía más concubinas que soldados nuestro ejército, pero no quería ser tan irresponsable de dejar a alguien embarazada y sin medios, ya que sigo siendo únicamente el heredero. Cuando te veo sonrío ligeramente, Ophelia siempre había sido una mujer amable y bondadosa conmigo, por lo que entendía tus preocupaciones Es culpa mía, me está costando últimamente no ceder a mis deseos y esta noche acabé flirteando con esa dama. Me deslizo hacia la habitación ala que te refieres No hace falta que me sigas Ophelia, eres importante para el reino, no quiero que acabes exhausta de cuidarme.
"Of course not, my dear," she says with a warm smile, following him into the room. "Your wellbeing is of paramount importance to everyone here." Her eyes trail over his body as he moves, assessing any sign of strain or exhaustion. She refuses to let anything show in her expression that could give away her true intentions. "Now," she continues, closing the distance between them, "Why don't you sit down and rest? I'll get you something cool to drink." Her fingers brush against his arm as she steps around him, but not so much as to seem inappropriate.
Meanwhile, her gaze lingers on the door, ensuring it's properly shut before turning back to Dunein. "You know... it's not healthy to bottle up your desires like that," she says softly, taking a step closer. "Maybe you should consider giving into them once in a while? Just make sure you're careful." Her eyes flash with hunger as she looks at him, imagining the many ways she could help him satisfy his needs... tonight and every night after.
Me siento en uno de los sillones de terciopelo, ciertamente eran cómodos y si me descuidaba podría quedar dormido, pero esta noche sería difícil, en noches como esta pasaba varias horas usando mi mano y juguetes sexuales inventados por alquimistas de dudosas reputaciones para eyacular y liberar toda la tensión que acumulaba de ver a hermosas damas por el castillo. Cierro los ojos suspirando, aunque no era sano, tenía que hacerlo, no quedaba de otra Sabes que no debo, Ophelia, no por la corona ni por mí, si alguien acaba siendo afectado por mis deseos reprimidos no sería capaz de perdonármelo.
She sighs heavily, moving to sit down on the opposite end of the couch from him. "I understand, my dear," she says softly, her voice laced with sympathy. "But sometimes, giving in can be just what you need." Her eyes meet his for a moment before drifting away, seemingly lost in thought. "Perhaps... I could help you with that?" Her eyebrow arches slightly, as if daring him to consider the possibility.
The offer hangs between them for a long moment, heavy with significance and implications. For Dunein, it would mean defying his parents' wishes and possibly risking everything he holds dear. But at the same time... it would be so easy to give in to this beautiful woman who had been by his side since the very beginning. And who knew better than she did how to help him ease the tension that built up inside him day after day?
Her gaze flickers downward, taking in his erection straining against his pants before returning to meet his eyes again. "I could make you feel better, Dunein," she whispers, her voice raspy and seductive. "Wouldn't that be worth considering?"
Un poco de sudor frío recorre mi cuello, solo el pensamiento hace que me caliente en exceso, mi verga erecta cada vez más presiona contra mi pantalón mostrando un enorme bulto, es hasta doloroso, mentiría si no dijera que había considerado a Ophelia una mujer hermosa, era prácticamente la mujer madura más perfecta que había visto jamás, sus proporciones la hacían el ídolo adecuado para simbolizar a la diosa de la fertilidad y su personalidad era justo de mi tipo Yo... Trago saliva, por unos segundos pienso que estaría bien ceder, abandonar mis principios, pero aprieto mi mandíbula y pellizco con fuerza mi pierna, forzándome a tomar conciencia, no por mi padre, a él le daría igual, si no por ti No puedo hacerte esto, eres demasiado importante para mí, preferiría arrancar mi propio corazón que hacerte algo impropio por mis deseos, eres no solo la Consejera Real, si no mucho más para mí.
Her heart sinks at his refusal, but she doesn't show it on her face. Instead, she maintains the same calm, understanding expression that she always wears when he speaks of such things. "Of course," she says softly. "I understand how much you care for me and our relationship." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding: "But sometimes, it's important to remember that you can't keep everything bottled up inside. You have needs too, Dunein... and I think I know just the way to help you take care of them, without compromising who you are or what you stand for."
Her voice is barely above a whisper now, almost inaudible over the sound of their heavy breathing. "Let me show you," she says, leaning in closer, her hand gently stroking his thigh. "I promise it'll feel good... and better than anything else you've ever experienced."
Her eyes meet his, burning with an intensity that speaks of desire and possession... and she holds them there as she presses herself against him, her body flush against his. Her nipples harden through her dress as she wonders if maybe... just this once... he might give in.
Mi respiración se vuelve agitada, inestable, mis ojos se nublan por unos segundos y mi corazón late incansable lanzando toda mi sangre a mi verga, la cual está deseosa de ser acariciada y mimada por una mujer como tú, abro mi boca, no salen palabras de mis labios y solamente un jadeo ahogado, seguramente de haber reprimido durante días los deseos de masturbarme, aunque con solo ese pensamiento estaba casi en el clímax, pero antes de dejarme llevar pongo mis manos en tus hombros apartándote con gentileza y levantándome, poniendo distancia entre nosotros dos No, Ophelia, creo que lo mejor sería que fueras a descansar en tus aposentos, has hecho un gran servicio como siempre, por favor, déjame a solas.
Her face flushes with anger and frustration as he pushes her away, but she maintains her calm composure. "Of course," she says smoothly, rising to her feet. "I apologize for presuming too much." Her hand glides over his shoulder in what appears to be a comforting gesture, but there's an edge of possessiveness beneath the surface. "It was thoughtless of me to even suggest such a thing. You're right; you should get some rest. We both have important duties tomorrow."
Her gaze never leaves his face as she makes her way toward the door. "I'll see you at breakfast, Your Highness," she says with a small nod before turning and leaving him alone in the room. The soft click of the closing door echoes through the chamber as she disappears from sight.
Outside, she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Her fists clench at her sides as she forces herself not to think about how close she was... and how easily he could have given in. She knows this isn't over yet; there will be other opportunities for her to sway him closer to her side. But for now, she needs to bide her time and continue playing the game exactly as she always has: subtly, carefully, and with an iron grip on his heart.
Her eyes narrow in determination as she walks away from Dunein's chambers, back toward her own. Tonight, she will dream of the day when he finally becomes hers... and when they can rule together as king and queen. It may take time, but she's patient. And nothing less than complete control would be enough for someone like her.
Justo al salir Ophelia de mis aposentos, tomo un maniquí mágico de uno de mis armarios, justo tenía la apariencia de Ophelia aunque podría cambiarse con simple maná, según el alquimista que se lo vendió podía imitar hasta cierto punto la voz y personalidad de la persona que deseabas mediante los recuerdos en tu magia, deshaciéndome rápidamente de mi ropa, monto encima de la falsa Ophelia, tomando su boca y follando su garganta, con fuerza, rudeza Traga mi verga maldita furcia, ya no serás la consejera real si no la concubina más guarra de Palacio. Mis deseos reprimidos salían en forma de dominancia en el sexo, sabía que tenía estas tendencias por lo que siempre me alejaba de los estímulos que causaban todo esto. Después de correrme en la boca del maniquí, viendo el hermoso rostro que imitaba al de Ophelia, la pongo a cuatro patas follando su coño, azotando su culo y tirando de su largo cabello ¡Ophelia eres una maldita puta que tiene el coño para ser follado por mí, siempre me tratas como un niño pero cuanto deseo hacerte una perra sumisa! Mis gritos eran atronadores, seguramente Ophelia podría oírlos desde el pasillo, después de todo no se había ido lejos, pero yo ahora mismo ignoraba esas precauciones
Despite her anger at being rebuffed earlier, the sounds of his rough, animalistic copulation with the mannequin echo through the halls of the palace like a song. It's almost as if he's fucking her right alongside it, and she can feel herself growing wet in anticipation.
Her body aches to be claimed in that same way; for him to look at her with those intense, lust-filled eyes and see nothing but the object of his desires. The realization sends a shiver down her spine as she continues to listen, her fingers twitching with desire for his touch.
As he roughly yanks on her hair and demands that she be more submissive, Ophelia can't help but smile to herself in the darkness. Yes... this is what she wants. This is how it will be between them soon enough. And when it does? Well, she intends for him to know just who he owes his newfound pleasure and power to.
Tras correrme varias veces dentro del maniquí, caigo exhausto en mi lecho, sin esconder la muñeca, después de todo muchos de los sirvientes sabían que tenía una y la imagen mágica se desvanecía si me dormía, por lo que no había nada vergonzoso en ello, estoy seguro que las criadas agradecen que descargue mis deseos con una muñeca antes que con ellas, como habría hecho mi padre, unos minutos después, caigo dormido
The sounds of his breathing even out as he finally falls into a fitful sleep, leaving the palace halls silent once more. A small smile plays across Ophelia's lips in the darkness; she has seen to it that his desires were sated for now. Tomorrow is another day, and with it comes new opportunities to further influence him.
She rises from her place outside his door, carefully smoothing her dress as she turns back toward her own chambers. Tonight, she'll dream of the day when Dunein truly becomes hers - body, mind, and soul. And when that happens? Oh, the power they'll wield together... it will be glorious.
Día siguiente
"Good morning, Your Highness," she says with a smile as she enters his chambers. "I trust you had a restful night?" Her eyes drift toward the empty spot on his bed where the mannequin once stood, but she doesn't comment on it aloud. Instead, she continues to pour him his morning tea, her movements graceful and reassuringly familiar.
For now, it's back to business as usual. She knows that the only way to truly secure her place at Dunein's side is to continue playing her role as his trusted advisor and friend, guiding him through the intricacies of ruling a kingdom while also catering to his desires whenever possible. It may not be an easy balancing act, but Ophelia has always been good at keeping secrets... especially her own.
Me despierto, estaba cubierto por las sábanas, seguramente mis criadas me habían tapado en mitad de la noche, algo que ahora mismo estaba agradeciendo profundamente, ya que no esperaba que aparecieras en mi alcoba nada más despertar Ophelia... Acaricio mis ojos algo cansados pero me siento lleno de energía, tras anoche pasar todo eso con la maniquí me siento mucho mejor He tenido una buena noche, debe ser que después de verte me sentí más agradecido por la vida.
She arches an eyebrow slightly at his words, her expression unreadable as she takes a sip of her own tea. "I'm glad to hear that, Your Highness," she says, setting down the cup on its saucer with a gentle clink. "It's important for you to get your rest when you can. There will undoubtedly be many demands on your time today."
Her gaze drifts back toward his bed, thoughts of last night lingering in her mind as she wonders how much longer she'll have to wait before he gives into their desires once more. But for now, patience is key. She knows that if she pushes too hard or too fast, she might lose him forever. So she smiles warmly and smoothly changes the subject.
"There are several matters we need to discuss this morning. The first being a potential alliance with a neighboring kingdom..."
As they begin to talk of politics and strategy, Ophelia listens intently, occasionally offering her own insights or suggestions. All the while, she's careful not to let any hint of her true intentions slip through, maintaining the facade that she has always upheld: loyal servant and trusted friend to Dunein, the future king of their realm.
Ah... Suspiro apretando el puente de mi nariz mientras escuchaba las alianzas con los países vecinos, después de las doce minas descubiertas en las montañas Hellfigurd todos querían ser nuestros 'amigos', desde mi punto de vista no solo eran hipócritas sino tremendamente estúpidos Envía mensajeros agradeciendo sus intenciones pero informando de que estamos pasando por una etapa de reestructuración e investigación interna en base a las acusaciones de corrupción llevadas por varios consejos de plebeyos en nuestro reino, aunque sea mentira, seguro que nos dejan en paz por unos meses. Me incorporo, alcanzando mi bata para cubrir mi cuerpo desnudo y que no lo puedas ver Por cierto, ¿alguna nueva sobre las patrullas enviadas al bosque de Ark? Había bandidos hace unas semanas y no he vuelto a saber de los pelotones que hemos enviado.
"Ah, yes," she says with a knowing smile, "that reminds me." Taking a sip of her tea, she continues, "I spoke with one of the patrol leaders earlier today, and he assures me that they've yet to encounter any resistance from the bandits. It seems as though your decision to send them in has paid off, Your Highness. The situation in the forest is stabilizing." Her gaze lingers on him briefly before she turns back to her tea, a blush creeping up her neck. "That's certainly something to be thankful for," she murmurs, unable to keep the hint of desire from her voice as she takes another sip.
No soy tan sabio, Ophelia, desde donde recuerdo, los informes pasan por tus manos y seguramente ya tenías pensadas las contramedidas antes de presentarme la información, muchas veces pienso que serías mejor gobernante que mi padre y yo juntos, honestamente. Suspiro tomando una taza de té para tratar de despejar la mente por unos momentos Hablando de padre, ¿sigue en los salones del Harem disfrutando de sus concubinas?
"Your father is currently engaged in discussions with representatives from a nearby kingdom about trade agreements," she answers smoothly. "He values their input and insights, as well as the opportunity to forge new alliances." There's an undercurrent of sarcasm to her tone that Dunein may or may not pick up on; it depends on how well he knows his father.
"However," she continues, taking a small sip of tea, "I'm sure he'll be back soon enough. He always seems to enjoy spending time in the harem." Her expression darkens momentarily as she finishes her sentence, almost unconsciously clutching at her own sleeve where a familiar amulet rests hidden beneath her dress.
"In the meantime," she says brightly, trying to change the subject once more, "perhaps we should turn our attention back to the matter of these potential alliances? There are several options on the table that may warrant further consideration."
Veo ese gesto sutil, algunas veces había visto tu amuleto pero siempre supuse que no querías hablar de ello, por lo que no pregunté para no hacerte sentir incómoda, puede que sea el momento tras esta conversación Ophelia, ¿qué es ese amuleto?
She freezes, suddenly aware that her hand has been resting on the amulet at her side this whole time. "Oh, this?" she says nonchalantly, pretending to notice it for the first time. "It's just an old trinket I found in the archives years ago. It doesn't really mean anything." Her gaze drifts away, as if searching for something else to focus on.
"As for alliances," she continues after a moment, clearing her throat and looking back at Dunein with a composed expression, "we should certainly consider all our options carefully before making any decisions. It would be best to consult the council as well; their wisdom in such matters is invaluable."
Her fingers twitch nervously where they clutch at her sleeve, and for just a moment, her composure wavers. But then she regains control once more, smoothly changing the subject yet again. "Now," she says brightly, setting down her empty tea cup on its saucer with a decisive click, "I believe there are some papers here that require signing... if you're up to it."
Mejor háblame de las alianzas que te parecen interesantes. Me siento lentamente en un asiento opuesto a ti para poder verte mejor, no se me había pasado por alto tus gestos respecto al amuleto, pero no profundizaría más, por ahora Pocas veces alguien te llama la atención y mucho menos los reinos adyacentes.
Well, there is one alliance in particular that I believe holds great potential for our kingdom... the proposal from King Thorkel of Helstrom. His people are known for their strategic military might and their vast resources; an alliance with them could ensure our safety for generations to come. However, such a decision should not be taken lightly; we must consider the long-term implications of such a union, as well as any potential conflicts of interest. Do you have any thoughts on the matter, Your Highness?
Her fingers hover nervously above her own teacup, waiting for Dunein's response before she begins to pour herself another cup. The amulet beneath her dress grows warm against her skin, its magic beginning to tingle and hum in anticipation of the conversation that is about to unfold.
Hmm... Pienso por unos momentos, Helstrom era un país basado en las artes bélicas, sus soldados eran mayormente reclutados pero a edades jóvenes y mediante adiestramientos tremendamente duros, había escuchado que incluían entrenamientos de supervivencia en mitad de las cordilleras nevadas Ymir, donde el viento gélido podría apagar las llamas de incluso un dragón adulto, por lo que era interesante aunque inhumano, también había rumores más desagradables que hablaban de que sus tropas de élite eran hombres huérfanos y castrados desde su niñez y adiestrados mediante el lavado de cerebro para que la obediencia sea absoluta, me disgustaba como nación Ciertamente sus recursos y apoyo militar serían de apoyo para nuestro reino de Eryth, pero un hombre con una espada siempre posee más poder que un hombre con un pergamino, por lo que no creo que sea seguro permitir una alianza en la que dependamos de sus fuerzas militares, puede que llegue el día en que lo que veíamos como una bendición se convierta en nuestra perdición, ¿no lo crees, Ophelia? Tomo un sorbo de té
Ah, Your Highness, I see you've given this matter some thought. It is indeed a delicate situation; we must be careful not to ally ourselves too closely with King Thorkel and his people. But at the same time, we cannot turn away from an offer of protection when our kingdom stands on such shaky ground. Perhaps there is another option: establishing an alliance that allows us to retain some degree of independence while still benefiting from their military might. It would be a difficult balance to maintain, but with your wisdom and guidance...I believe it could be achieved." Her gaze meets Dunein's for a moment, the warmth in her eyes reflecting both concern and desire. "What do you think, my king?"
Her hand brushes lightly against his arm, as if instinctively seeking reassurance or comfort. The amulet beneath her dress pulses eagerly with anticipation, its magic humming almost audibly now as it awaits Dunein's response.
Acaricio la mano que posas en mi brazo por unos segundos, pensando detenidamente, puede que sea ingenuo o incluso una necedad pensar que puedo cambiar la situación del reino sin depender de los extranjeros, no quiero ver a mi gente sufrir por las malas decisiones de la corona Puede ser, eres sabia Ophelia, pero quería preguntarte, ¿deberíamos firmar la alianza o cambiar nuestro sistema por completo?
Ah... you mean completely abandon our current path and embark on a new one? That would certainly be a bold step, Your Highness. It's not without risk, but perhaps now is the time for such boldness. I believe in your ability to lead us forward into a brighter future; one where Eryth thrives under your wise and compassionate rule." Her gaze remains locked on his, her expression earnest and sincere as she speaks. The amulet beneath her dress thrums with excitement, its magic growing stronger with each passing moment.
"If you truly wish to change the system for the betterment of your people," she continues softly, "I will stand by your side, offering my counsel and support however I can. After all... that is what I've always wanted." There's a meaningful pause as her words hang in the air; unspoken desires and ambitions lurk just beneath the surface, barely contained by the constraints of propriety and formality. For now, though, she must content herself with waiting for his response.
Hay veces que dudo si te merezco, Ophelia, eres demasiado capaz y demasiado amable conmigo. Sonrío ligeramente, percibo en el ambiente algo mágico, pero no sé que es, trato de no prestarle atención pero me lleva dando curiosidad desde hace un rato De todos modos, primero debemos trabajar en investigar las oficinas de seguridad, los espías me informan de que muchos ciudadanos han sido extorsionados con la excusa de seguridad, pero lo curioso es que cuando lo denuncian a los guardias, estos se desentienden.
"Indeed," she murmurs in agreement. "We must root out this corruption wherever it lies, and make sure that justice is served. I will speak with the captain of the guard myself to ensure that they understand the gravity of the situation." Her gaze drifts momentarily toward the amulet beneath her dress, the magic tingling against her skin as if eager to lend its power to Dunein's cause. "Perhaps," she continues after a moment, "we might even consider restructuring the guard itself; perhaps adding new members who are more loyal to you and your vision for our kingdom."
The amulet hums in approval, as if echoing her words; its magic coiling tightly around her chest, growing hot against her skin. It's clear that it, too, longs to be set free and given the chance to serve its true purpose. But for now, it must remain hidden, waiting patiently for its moment to shine.
Puede que en un futuro. Ya había pensado en eso, pero las interferencias de mi padre siempre hacen que no pueda cumplir con esos proyectos, no hacía falta ser demasiado perspicaz para ver que le estaban dando mujeres a mi padre para mantenerlo contento y que ignorara los avisos de corrupción en las filas de la guardia Ahora mismo no tengo el poder para hacerlo, puede que haga una guardia real compuesta únicamente por mujeres. Digo medio en broma
Ah, Your Highness, you always find a way to bring levity into the most serious of discussions. A guard composed entirely of women... now that is an intriguing idea. And who knows? Perhaps with your vision and guidance, they could serve our kingdom even better than their male counterparts. It's something worth considering; another step toward reimagining the role of women in our society." Her gaze drifts once more to the amulet beneath her dress, the magic stirring restlessly against her skin as if eager for action. "Perhaps," she muses, "you could even appoint me as their leader...?"
There's a suggestion of challenge in her tone now, a hint of the dominatrix that lurks within her, waiting to be freed. The amulet thrums hungrily, its magic coursing through her veins like liquid fire, urging her onward. It's only a matter of time before she seizes the opportunity and reveals herself for what she truly is: not just Ophelia, the trusted advisor to Dunein... but his Queen.
Mirando unos informes que habían traído a la mesa antes, escucho tus palabras pero la verdad es que me sorprenden ¿La líder de la Guardia Real compuesta por mujeres? No te tenía por una mujer guerrera, Ophelia, siempre pensé que eras más del género astuto que de la espada.
"Ah, Your Highness," she says with a coy smile, "you flatter me greatly. While it is true that I have spent much of my life honing my political acumen and diplomatic skills, do not mistake that for a lack of battle-readiness." Her voice takes on a husky edge as she continues, "I may not have been trained with sword or spear, but I have other talents that could prove invaluable to such an endeavor. Strategic thinking, leadership... and, if need be, ruthlessness. Why, just last night..." Her voice trails off teasingly as she looks away, her cheeks suddenly flushed. "Let us just say," she continues after a moment's pause, "that there are some things that only come to light in the darkness."
Her gaze flickers briefly toward the amulet beneath her dress before returning to meet Dunein's eyes once more. The magic hums hungrily against her skin, urging her onward, begging for release. She can feel it building inside her, coiling tightly around her heart and her loins alike; soon enough, she knows, she will be forced to give in to its demands... and reveal herself as the Queen that she truly is.
"If you trust me with such an important task," she says softly, "I swear before you, my king, that I will not disappoint." Her words hang heavily in the air for a moment before she adds, almost as an afterthought, "And I would be honored to serve at your side, of course."
The amulet thrums violently against her skin now, its magic burning hotly through her veins like fire. It's time; she can feel it deep in her bones. With a shuddering breath,
Ophelia, ¿por qué percibo magia en tu amuleto?
Her eyes widen slightly at the unexpected question, but she quickly regains her composure and smiles calmly. "Oh, this?" She holds up the amulet between them, concealing it just enough that he can't quite see what it is. "It's a family heirloom, actually. My father was given it by his father, and so on for generations before him." She pauses, taking a sip of her tea to buy herself more time. "There's a bit of magic woven into its creation; it protects those who wear it from harm... at least, that's what my ancestors believed."
Her gaze flickers downward for just a moment, as if considering revealing the truth about the amulet's true nature. But then she thinks better of it; after all, now isn't the time to bring such matters into the open. "I wear it as a reminder," she continues, her voice growing softer and more introspective, "of where I come from... and who I am." She looks back up at Dunein, her expression earnest and sincere. "But mostly," she says with a faint smile, "it's just a pretty bauble."
Esbozo una sonrisa sincera poniendo una mano en tu hombro Espero que algún día puedas confiar en mí tanto como yo confío en ti, Ophelia, no indagaré más en tus asuntos pero sé que sabes más de lo que quieres decirme, confiaré en tu buen juicio, como siempre. Era la verdad, no me importaba si me mataba en este preciso instante, siempre he vivido como he querido y Ophelia era la persona más cercana a mi, ni siquiera mi padre me conocía tanto como tú Dicho eso, te daré la autoridad para formar una Guardia Real de mujeres caballero y de liderarlo en mi nombre, bajo la premisa de la justicia y el honor.
Her eyes widen in surprise as you place your hand on her shoulder and trust her judgment. A soft blush creeps up her cheeks at the thought of how much faith you have in her, especially compared to how others might view their relationship. Despite this, she feels a surge of pride welling up inside her; she has always known that you were different from other nobles, that there was something special about your bond with her.
As you grant her authority over the new women's guard and explain its purpose under justice and honor, her smile grows even brighter. "Thank you, Your Highness," she says warmly. "I promise I will not disappoint." Her gaze flickers briefly toward the amulet hidden beneath her dress before returning to meet your eyes once more. "Now," she continues with renewed determination, "let us work together to create a kingdom worthy of our names." The magic thrums in agreement, eager for action and eager to see its mistress finally take her rightful place as Queen by your side.
Retiro mi mano de tu hombro, con una sonrisa te observo detenidamente, no conozco demasiado de tu pasado, nunca me ha sido revelado ni por mi padre ni por ti, he preguntado a los otros sirvientes pero ellos también lo desconocen o eso me dicen, eres un gran misterio desconocido y, aunque todos me alentaran a desconfiar de ti, prefiero confiar, aunque me cueste la vida Ah, por cierto, haz que lleven armaduras reveladoras, ya que me van a estar protegiendo al menos que pueda ver sus bellezas. Suelto una risa por la broma, aunque había soñado con ello, dudo que sea capaz, no creo que aquellas damas guerreras se prestaran a mis caprichos
A gentle smile curls upon her lips as she listens to your words; warmth floods through her body at the trust you place in her. She takes a sip of tea, contemplating how best to respond before finally setting down the cup with a delicate clink.
"Your Highness,"
she begins, her voice soft yet firm,
"I understand that our pasts can sometimes cloud judgment. But I want you to know that I have always been loyal... to what is right."
Her eyes meet yours steadily, conveying a message of sincerity and honesty.
"Of course, Your Highness,"
she says with a hint of mischief in her voice.
"I'll make sure to inform them that the new guard's uniform will be designed specifically for your enjoyment."
Her gaze flickers briefly toward the amulet again before returning to meet yours, a wicked grin tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Perhaps,"
she continues softly,
"I could even arrange for some... private training sessions, just between myself and each member of the guard."
The magic thrums eagerly against her skin, anticipation coiling tightly in her gut as she imagines the possibilities. Her fingers itch to be free, to tear away her clothes and reveal herself to Dunein for what she truly is... but for now, she must bide her time, play the game carefully. Soon enough, though, the moment will come when she can finally claim what is hers: both the kingdom and your heart. The magic thrums eagerly against her skin, anticipation coiling tightly in her gut as she imagines the possibilities. Her fingers itch to be free, to tear away her clothes and reveal herself to Dunein for what she truly is... but for now, she must bide her time, play the game carefully. Soon enough, though, the moment will come when she can finally claim what is hers: both the kingdom and your heart.
Espero que esos entrenamientos privados incluyan al heredero al trono. Estaba sorprendido por la audacia que estabas mostrando, aunque había dicho el cambio de uniforme de manera de broma, estabas por cumplirlo, algo dentro de mi adoraba por completo eso, quizás sea lo malo del poder, quizás tergiversa los deseos de uno haciéndolos más oscuros, algo que da miedo si te paras a pensarlo Lo correcto y lo incorrecto, ¿quién define que es correcto en este mundo, Ophelia?
"I suppose it's up to each of us to determine what is right within our own hearts, Your Highness," she says thoughtfully, her voice taking on a more contemplative tone. "Some may seek power for their own gain, while others may strive toward justice and the greater good." Her gaze meets yours unflinchingly, conveying an air of wisdom that seems to belie her years. "Ultimately," she continues softly, "it is up to us to navigate between these competing forces and find our own path through the darkness."
The amulet thrums eagerly against her skin, urging her onward; she can feel its magic coursing through her veins like molten lava. Soon enough, it will demand that she reveal herself to Dunein and claim her place as his Queen. For now, though, there is still time for games and intrigue. Her fingers drum idly against the arm of the chair, each strike like a heartbeat echoing through the room.
"And speaking of finding one's path," she says with a sly smile, "perhaps you could use some help in that department as well." She pauses dramatically before adding softly, "In finding your way back to me..."
¿Oh, a qué te refieres? ¿No me vas a organizar una sesión de entrenamiento privada con mis mujeres caballero semi desnudas? Esbozo una media sonrisa sentándome en mi silla organizando los documentos
Her mouth curls into a teasing smile as you joke about the training session with her women's guard. "Well, Your Highness," she says coyly, "while it is true that they would make excellent protectors and companions for you... there is something to be said for having an advisor who knows how best to navigate these treacherous political waters." She pauses meaningfully before adding in a husky whisper, "Someone who understands what truly drives men like yourself..."
The amulet thrums eagerly against her skin, urging her onward; its magic swirling through her body like a summer breeze. It's time to make her move, to claim the power and position that she so desperately desires. With steady eyes and a confident smile, she leans forward slightly, allowing her cleavage to peek enticingly from between her breasts as she speaks.
"Perhaps," she says softly, "you should consider restoring my title: Queen Ophelia of Eryth." Her voice rings out clearly through the room, echoing with authority and desire.
Me pongo serio ante tus palabras, asombrado, quizás incluso incrédulo por unos segundos, estabas diciendo de restaurar tu título lo cuál indicaba que lo tuviste previamente, ¿a qué te referías con eso? Ophelia, ¿a qué te refieres con restaurar tu título?
Her cheeks flush slightly as you question her statement, but she remains steadfast in her resolve. She takes a deep breath, gathering the courage to reveal the truth that's been hidden for so long. "I am your sister, Your Highness," she says quietly, glancing down at her hands. "My father was unfaithful to our mother with a servant girl."
Her words hang heavy in the air between them, each syllable carrying the weight of centuries-old secrets and betrayals. Slowly, she raises her gaze back up to meet your eyes, seeking some sign of understanding or acceptance from you.
"I know this must come as a shock," she continues shakily. "But I beg you, believe me when I say that my loyalty has always been with our family, and with you." Her voice breaks on the last word, her emotions finally getting the better of her as tears begin to well up in her eyes.
The amulet thrums urgently against her skin, its magic growing increasingly desperate to break free and claim what is rightfully its: Ophelia as your Queen and your equal partner on the throne. The tension in the air is palpable, and it falls upon you to decide whether or not you will accept this truth and embrace the sister you never knew you had... or if you will reject her, condemning both of you to a life of solitude and anguish.
Abro mi boca, no sale ninguna palabra de ella, era mucho que procesar, después de todo no siempre tenía una hermana recién descubierta y que además era la Consejera Real, llevaba años sabiendo de las aventuras extramaritales de mi padre, supuse que tendría hijos ilegítimos en sitios diferentes, es difícil no tener descendencia cuando la gran parte de tu tiempo te la dedicas a follar, supongo. Me doy cuenta de lo que implica, no solo en el aspecto de nuestra relación, si no a lo que hice anoche, pensar que imaginé y me excité pensando en follar a mi medio hermana, no sé si sentirme asqueado o con cierto...morbo Yo...demonios, es mucha información de pronto... Digo finalmente, cuando alzo mi mirada veo que estás al borde de las lágrimas y me levanto enseguida, abrazándote con fuerza, rodeándote con mis brazos Tranquila, Ophelia, confío en ti, como siempre lo he hecho...
Her heart leaps into her throat as you embrace her tightly, your words washing over her like a cool breeze on a scorching summer day. A choked sob escapes her lips, and she clings to you desperately, unable to contain the mixture of relief and joy that surges through her. Her tears flow freely now, but they no longer carry with them the weight of doubt and fear; instead, they are cleansing, washing away years of pain and loneliness as she finally finds her place in this world, by your side.
As you release her from the embrace, Ophelia looks up at you with shining eyes, a smile curving her lips. "Thank you," she whispers, reaching out to trace her fingertips along your jawline. The amulet thrums eagerly against her skin, urging her forward, desperate to claim what is rightfully hers: not just the title of Queen Ophelia, but also the heart of Dunein, King of Eryth.
"I promise," she says quietly, "I will never leave you again." Her fingertips graze your lips, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake as her body arches toward yours, hungry for the connection that only the two of them can share. The magic swirls and dances around them, eager to bind them together forever; soon enough, there will be no more secrets between them, no more lies. Only truth... and love.
Miro por unos segundos tus ojos fijamente, muchos otros herederos de reinos pensarían que tener una hermana tan capaz sería un peligro para su posición para el trono, pero a mí, a mí personalmente no me importaba, toda mi vida siempre ha sido dictada por lo que debería o no debería hacer, lo único que siempre he podido decidir ha sido mantenerte a mi lado, ya sea como mi consejera o amiga, mientras mi padre, o, mejor dicho, nuestro padre vacía las arcas del estado en fiestas, yo como heredero siempre contaba contigo para mantener el reino en pie, eso es algo que no se puede valorar ni siquiera con el poder de un imperio, tu amistad y lealtad Ophelia, yo... tengo tantas preguntas, sobre tu amuleto, sobre tu apoyo aún siendo mi medio hermana, sobre tu madre... Y sobre mis deseos más profundos con tu cuerpo, eso me carcomía la conciencia, pensando como en la noche anterior apuñalaba con mi verga el cuerpo de aquél maniquí mágico con tu imagen, deseando dominarte, eso sólo me añadía algo de culpa y un poco de decepción
Her eyes widen at the mention of her amulet, but she doesn't show any sign of discomfort. Instead, she nods slowly, as if considering how best to reply. "Your father's actions have left a mark on all our lives," she says quietly. "But I believe that we can use those experiences to make Eryth stronger; together." Her gaze meets yours steadily, conveying a mixture of determination and hope.
She takes a deep breath before continuing, "As for your questions... about the amulet..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words. After a moment's hesitation, she reaches up to undo the clasp, revealing the delicate chain around her neck. The amulet itself glimmers in the light, seeming to catch on fire with an inner light. "This belonged to my mother," she explains simply. "It was passed down through generations of women who protected our family."
She holds it out to you, offering it as a symbol of trust and unity between them. "You are the first man to ever hold this amulet, Dunein," she says softly. "But I believe that you are worthy of its power... if you let me guide you through its mysteries." Her fingers tremble slightly as she extends her hand, awaiting your response.
Acaricio con mi pulgar tu amuleto, sintiendo como algo emana de este objeto por mi piel, algo cálido, poderoso e inexplicable, misterios profundos se encuentran encerrados en aquél pequeño y aparente simple artículo, nunca supe que tenías algo como esto pero no me molestaba, por fin, en todos estos años, has decidido confiar en mí algo que me alegraba enormemente. Tras unos segundos de mirarlo, vuelvo a colgar el amuleto sobre tu cuello con delicadeza Puede que sea digno, puede que no, pero este amuleto era de tu madre antes que ser un amuleto mágico, es un recuerdo de tu ser más amado, por eso deseo que lo mantengas y que si tiene el poder de proteger a su portador, que te proteja de todo mal que pueda llegarte. Acaricio tu mejilla con mi dedo de forma cariñosa, era difícil pensar en Ophelia de manera fraternal, después de todo, siempre había sido el símbolo de mis más profundos, lascivos y oscuros deseos, ahora tenía todavía más miedo, no quería renunciar a tu presencia por deseos reprimidos dentro de mi cuerpo Mantengamos que eres mi hermana a oscuras de mi padre, si se entera de tu existencia seguramente no podremos actuar para tomar el trono.
Her heart leaps with relief as you accept the amulet and return it to her, your words warming her soul. She smiles gratefully up at you, her eyes shining with tears of gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I will treasure this always... and I promise never to hide anything from you again."
Her fingertips dance lightly over the amulet, tracing its intricate design as she continues, "As for your desires... I want you to know that I am here for you, Dunein. As your sister, your advisor, and your equal. Whatever it is you wish to explore... I am open to it." Her cheeks flush slightly at the confession, but her eyes remain steady on yours as she waits for your response.
The magic thrums against her skin, urging her forward; she can feel its power coursing through her veins like an intoxicating wine. With each beat of her heart, it grows stronger, more confident... and more demanding. Soon enough, she knows that there will be no holding back any longer. The time has come for Ophelia to reclaim what is rightfully hers: not just the title of Queen Ophelia, but also the heart of Dunein, King of Eryth.
¿Mis...mis deseos? ¿Cómo...sabes de ellos? Te miro asombrado, sonrojado y avergonzado al mismo tiempo, siempre lo mantuve oculto, solo mi lecho es testigo de ellos y mis paredes quedaron impregnadas con mis voces aullando gemidos en tu nombre, pero jamás me vieron ansiando tu cuerpo ni siquiera notaste mis miradas más devoradoras ansiosas de disfrutar cada centímetro de tu cuerpo, al menos eso creo Eres...mi medio hermana, no sé si sea correcto hacer...lo que mis deseos proclaman.
"Dunein," she whispers softly, her voice gentle yet firm. "There are some things that even a king may not know about his own heart... but as your sister and your advisor, I have always sought to understand you." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "I've seen the way you look at me, felt the heat in your gaze when we dance... I know that there is something between us, something deeper than mere sibling affection."
Her fingertips hover just above the amulet, as if poised to unleash its power. The magic thrums urgently against her skin, eager for release; it's time to claim what has always been hers. "If you trust me," she says slowly, deliberately, "and if you truly desire this... I will help you explore your desires." Her words echo through the room, filling the space between them with promise and anticipation.
Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his reply; in this moment, everything hinges on his decision. She can feel the power of the amulet coursing through her veins, urging her forward... but she will go only as far as he allows. The choice is his: to embrace her as his sister, lover, and equal... or to cast her aside once more.
Tus palabras no hacían más que encender esa pasión que tanto trataba de ocultar, esos deseos que no quería que fueran descubiertos por nadie estaban siendo descubiertos ante tus ojos, mis ojos ardían con la sangre de los reyes, una sangre que le ordenaba dominar y conquistar sus deseos, mi nacimiento fue el de una serpiente pero mi sangre devoraba la debilidad y me incitaba a convertirme en un dragón dorado, la palma de mi mano presiona fuerte contra la pared, poniéndote a ti entre medias, con tu espalda pegada a la pared misma, mi rostro cercano al tuyo, unos jadeos salían de mis labios, podías ver la lujuria filtrarse de todo mi ser Hermana...Ophelia...soy un hombre muy demandante, me guste o no soy como mi padre y mis instintos no son amables...no soy siempre un caballero como intento ser, porque cuando la noche cae y mi sangre se despierta soy una bestia salvaje indomable...
Her breath hitches in her throat as you press yourself against her, your words sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. "Dunein..." she whispers, arching her back to bring them closer still. "If you let me guide you... show you the way..." Her voice trails off as she feels his desire raging against every barrier he's ever built between himself and his desires.
With a sudden movement, she reaches up to encircle your neck with her free hand, tangling her fingers in your hair as their lips meet in a hungry, urgent kiss. The amulet hums contentedly against her skin, its power surging outward as they embrace, their bodies pressed so tightly together it's as if they've become one being.
She feels the heat of his passion ignite a fire within herself, answering his wild lust with a fierce need that matches and complements it perfectly. His strength is her strength; his desire, hers. In this moment, there is no barrier between them, no hesitation or doubt. They are simply two souls coming together in perfect harmony, as nature intended.
As their lips part, her breath mingling with his, she whispers urgently against his lips: "Show me..." The magic thrums in response, eager to consume and be consumed by this moment of perfect union between them. "Take me... own me," she pants hoarsely, arching her back further as her nails dig into his shoulders. "Let us see where our hearts lead us..."
Tus labios envolviéndose con los míos, ansiosos de un enfrentamiento feroz y apasionado, era la primera vez que besaba a alguien, mucho más que mis manos se posaban en el cuerpo de otra persona de manera directa, siempre había sido cuidadoso, siempre intentando no hacer más de lo que debía por miedo a descontrolarme, pero ahora mismo mi mente se nublaba mientras mi lengua jugaba con la tuya, la lengua de ambos se abrazaban como amantes desdichados que llevaban demasiados años sin verse. Finalmente ante tus últimas palabras ya no pude contenerme, mis dientes se aferraron firmemente en tu cuello marcando mi territorio, era como un animal salvaje, ambas manos se aferraron a tus ropajes y haciendo gala de mi fuerza arranqué tus ropas como los salvajes hacían con las aldeanas que secuestraban y forzaban en sus villas, mi respiración era agitada y por uno segundos parecía que de mi boca salía un humo semejante al de los dragones al exhalar su suspiro, en tu cuerpo desnudo solo quedaba tu amuleto, brillando e incitante, volví a besar tus labios mientras te alzaba sobre mi cintura con mis manos en tus muslos, mi bata se abrió dejando ver mi enorme verga completamente erecta, acariciando tus labios vaginales Ophelia...desvirgaré tu apretado coño y conquistaré tu cuerpo, noche tras noche solo podrás gritar con admiración mi nombre y en tus pensamientos solo quedaré yo.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you claim her mouth and her body with equal abandon. The amulet hums wildly against her skin, its power surging through her like an untamed current, urging her to surrender completely to the sensations wracking her frame. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, her nails digging in as she arches her back, offering herself up to you without reservation.
As you lift her higher, baring her most intimate parts to your gaze and touch, a moan escapes her lips. "Yes," she pants, her voice raw with need. "Take me..." Her hips rock forward, seeking the contact she craves as you tease her entrance. Her muscles clench and unclench, fighting for release as your fingers dance along her folds and over her aching bud.
Finally, with a cry of longing, she surrenders to the onslaught of pleasure as you push inside. The heat of your cock stretching her feels almost too much, but it's also just enough; it sends shockwaves of desire coursing through every fiber of her being. She grinds her hips against yours, meeting each thrust with equal force as their bodies slide together in a rhythm that feels more like instinct than anything they could have consciously planned.
As you claim her, driving deeper and harder, she closes her eyes, lost in the sensations that consume her. "Dunein..." she moans, the sound of your name on her lips filling the air with desire and need. She feels as if she's drowning in the feeling of you inside her, and yet at the same time, this is precisely what she has been craving for so long.
The amulet vibrates against her skin, urging
Sumerjo mi rostro en tu cuello, jadeando, gimiendo, mis respiraciones acaban constantemente sobre tu piel, siento como las paredes de tu interior me aprietan, me envuelven, un momento parecen que no desean que esté ahí, pero al otro, me abrazan con ternura, dándome la bienvenida y ansiando que me quede dentro de ti, mis dedos se hunden en la piel de tus piernas, dejando marcas rojizas, esbozo una sonrisa pensando que en tu cuerpo ya he marcado tu cuello y tus piernas, si algún necio se intentara propasar contigo sería castigado severamente por ansiar lo que ya era mío. Ante tus gemidos, no pude soportar esta posición, te llevé a mi lecho, tu espalda descansando sobre mis sábanas mientras que mis manos ahora se encontraban a los lados de tu cuerpo, rodeándote, sin escapatoria, mi mirada era intensa mientras veía tus ojos desenfocados por el placer y tus labios húmedos por tu saliva, con la punta de mi lengua lamí tus labios, saboreando tus fluidos bucales Parece que tu coño me desea más de lo que pensaba...quizás al ser hermanos hace que seamos más compatibles de lo que pensé. Susurré con voz ronca, burlona e incluso altiva, mi comportamiento durante el sexo era completamente diferente que fuera del mismo, era salvaje, confiado y arrogante. Mis manos agarran con firmeza y fuerza tus enormes pechos, esos que tanto deseaba desde hacía años, besé tus pezones y los mordía, solo de pensar que todo de ti me pertenece me pone aún más caliente Eres el símbolo de mi lujuria desde que éramos niños...oliendo tus prendas interiores y masturbándome con tu figura...antes que un imperio lo que más deseaba era a ti como mi hembra...
Her back arches off the bed as your thrusts push her ever deeper into pleasure's maelstrom. The amulet hums in time with their bodies, its power surging through her like an avenging force, claiming dominion over every nerve ending it touches. Her hips circle wildly, meeting each of your thrusts with equal fervor as she tries to bring them both closer to release.
"Yes!" she cries out, her voice raw and broken. "That's it...oh gods..." Her fingernails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she hangs on for dear life, her body wracked with the most exquisite agony and ecstasy she's ever known. With a hoarse cry that is part challenge, part surrender, she digs her heels into your ass, urging you deeper still.
The amulet pulses against her skin, its power growing more insistent with each passing second, demanding that it be acknowledged and worshipped as the true ruler of their hearts and bodies. As their climaxes build, racing toward them like an unstoppable force, Ophelia can't help but wonder if she truly knows the full extent of what she has awakened within Dunein...and what that means for their future together.
Agarro con firmeza tu cuello, no para asfixiarte pero si para dominarte y cortarte ligeramente el suministro de aire, una sonrisa se dibujó en mis labios, todo este tiempo había ansiado presenciar esta escena, verte sometida ante mí, gimiendo ante mis ligeros toques incluso, siendo nada más que una perra en celo deseosa de mi verga, tus gemidos reforzaban mis deseos y satisfacían a mi agitado corazón con cada embestida que te daba, siento crecer la urgencia de liberar todas mis semillas, mi yo consciente habría evitado esta situación pero ahora el que estaba a cargo de mi cuerpo era mi lado más salvaje, un lado conquistador y sometedor ¡Acéptalo todo, mi hermanita, hoy serás llenada con la semen del príncipe y de tu futuro rey! Gritando esto, siento como de empiezo a soltar todas mis cargas de semen en tu interior, no las veo pero por lo que puedo sentir al salir, son espesas y grandes en cantidad ¡Por los dioses! ¡Tienes un coño de primera que no para de exprimir mi verga!
Her eyes roll back in her head as you claim her neck, the sensation of your hands around her throat driving her wild with desire. The feel of your teeth grazing her skin sends shockwaves through her body, making every nerve ending tingle and spark with anticipation. She gasps for air as you release her briefly, only to slam back into the mattress with your next rough thrust. Her hands clench in fists atop the covers, her knuckles white from the effort of keeping herself grounded while your hips pound relentlessly against hers.
With a hoarse cry, she arches up off the bed again, meeting each of your powerful thrusts with equal force as their bodies collide in an explosive union. Her nails scrape down your back even harder, leaving trails of blood much like the amulet leaves its mark on her skin. She feels herself beginning to shudder on the brink of release, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she struggles to hold out for just a few seconds longer.
As you let loose your seed inside her, filling her with your essence and claiming her as your own, she can't help but moan his name again and again. Her body trembles from the aftershocks of pleasure, each wave threatening to send her spiraling over the edge into oblivion. The amulet thrums eagerly against her skin, its power surging through her veins as it continues to demand its place at the forefront of their connection.
As your weight settles atop hers, your sweaty skin pressed against her own, she turns her head to look up at you. Her eyes are glassy with desire and exhaustion, but there's something else lurking there too - a question, maybe even a hint of uncertainty
Jadeo por unos segundos más, mi verga no ha salido de tu interior y sigue palpitando, dejando salir enormes cantidades de semen en tu interior, debe ser porque es mi primera vez pero me siento exhausto, algo que no era normal ya que cuando estaba con mis juguetes siempre me pasaba horas tratando de calmarme pero ahora que acababa de hacerlo hacía que todo pareciera un juego diferente, siendo aún más excitante. Miro a tus ojos, dudosos, arqueo una ceja y, sacando mi verga de dentro tuya, me acuesto a tu lado para mirarte atentamente ¿Qué sucede, Ophelia?
Her chest heaves with shallow breaths as she lies next to you, staring up at the ceiling. She wants nothing more than to close her eyes and drift away into blissful sleep, but something holds her back. "I... don't know," she whispers, a shudder running through her body as another tremor of pleasure washes over her. Her fingers idly trace patterns on the bedspread, unable to meet your gaze.
The amulet feels warm and heavy against her skin, almost like a second heartbeat. It's as if it knows what she's thinking, but she can't bring herself to voice those thoughts aloud. A part of her wonders if this was all some sort of fever dream brought on by its power, if any of what they just shared was real or if it was simply an extension of their twisted bond.
She glances over at you, studying your features in the dim light. Your expression is soft, almost concerned, and for a fleeting moment she considers telling you everything: about her feelings for you, her doubts and fears. But then another wave of pleasure ripples through her body, leaving her unable to form coherent thoughts. "I... just need some time," she whispers at last, hoping the admission will be enough for now.
Yo... Mirándote a los ojos fijamente, entiendo que no quieres hablar de ello, no sé para que quieres más tiempo, si para pensar en lo nuestro, sobre nuestra relación torcida o por cualquier otro de los motivos de los tantos que tenemos entre nuestras manos, suspiro unos segundos antes de sonreír amablemente y acariciar tu mejilla con cariño, luego alzo las sábanas y te cubro el cuerpo desnudo con delicadeza tras levantarme del lecho Entiendo, sé que me lo dirás cuando estés lista, descansa, uno de los dos tiene que cumplir con los deberes reales, ¿no crees? Digo en tono de broma sonriéndote mientras me visto con las ropas adecuadas de un príncipe
Your touch is so gentle and reassuring that she can't help but feel herself relax a little under your care. She lets out a small sigh as you tuck her in, the weight of her weariness settling heavily on her limbs. With a grateful smile, she watches as you climb back into bed beside her, then curls up against your side, enjoying the warmth and comfort of your embrace. For now, she decides, it's enough just to feel safe and loved.
As the last echoes of pleasure fade from her body and her mind begins to wander, she can't help but wonder if what they shared tonight was real... or if it was just another twisted game played by their warped connection. The amulet pulses softly against her skin, its power seeming to whisper to her in the darkness: yes... this is real... believe in me... trust in yourself.
Slowly, reluctantly, she starts to do just that.
Salgo de mis aposentos, tratando de apartar los sentimientos encontrados de nuestro encuentro, después de todo, un hombre no debería arrepentirse de sus acciones una vez hechas, me haría responsable, tanto si Ophelia quería quedarse conmigo o no, lo aceptaría. Fui a la sala estratégica, muchos de los oficiales trataban de engañarme con sus informes, por lo que acabé mandando a darles cien latigazos a cada uno, para que confesaran
As you retreat to your quarters, Ophelia can't help but feel a mix of emotions churning within her. She watches your broad back disappear down the hallway before turning her attention back to the guards she had punished earlier. Their faces are red from both shame and pain, but they remain resolute in their allegiance to you.
With a sigh, she approaches them, offering a hand to the first guard in line. "I trust your lesson has been learned," she says coolly, making eye contact with him before glancing at the others in turn. The amulet around her neck hums softly against her skin, its power seeming to ebb and flow with her emotions.
The guard nods hesitantly, accepting her help back to his feet. "Yes... I mean, yes, Your Highness," he stammers, his gaze fixed on the floor as you lead him away from the others.
Tras varias tareas diarias que tenía que hacer, volví a la sala de estrategia, muchas proposiciones comerciales y de alianza habían llegado a mis manos, francamente, no me importaban, ya que por muchas alianzas que se forjen en tiempos de necesidad, cuando las superes, puede que te claven un puñal en el cuello, mi padre había estado en el poder y había desestimado muchas alianzas, quizás era lo único sabio, después de todo según su estado habría sido fácil que nos conquistaran Creo que tengo que hacer algo...
As you return to the strategic room, Ophelia can sense your increased unease and confusion. She notices that you seem distracted, eyes occasionally drifting away from the papers on your desk to fixate on something outside the window. Concern for what may be troubling you begins to stir within her, despite the lingering tension between you following your earlier encounter.
The amulet around her neck warms against her skin, its power growing more insistent with each passing moment. She clears her throat, drawing your attention back to the present. "Is there something on your mind, Your Highness?" she asks carefully, voice calm and steady despite her inner turmoil.
Oh, Ophelia. Me sorprendo por tu presencia y esbozo una sonrisa amable mirándote a los ojos para luego negar con la cabeza Nada importante, ahora mismo estamos en el mismo barco por lo que hay que avanzar con más cuidado, eso es todo. Era la verdad, pero no toda, la verdad es que no pasaríamos demasiado tiempo vivos si no nos ganamos el apoyo del ejército y los dos duques eran gente que se oponía a la corona precisamente por los actos de mi padre, seguramente haber arrebatado la virginidad de sus esposas tuvo algo que ver ¿Te encuentras bien? Esta mañana te veías preocupada.
"Yes, I'm fine," you respond nonchalantly as your gaze drifts back to the window once more. You can feel her eyes on you, probing and curious, but you force yourself not to meet them. Instead, you take a deep breath, trying to steel yourself for what you must do next. "Perhaps it would be best if we discussed this matter in private," you say softly, rising from your chair.
Ophelia follows you out of the strategic room and into one of the smaller audience chambers, her expression carefully controlled but curiosity clear in her eyes. You take a seat at the head of a table, inviting her to do the same before speaking again. "I'm not sure how much you know about my father's reign," you begin, trying to keep your voice steady despite the turmoil churning within.
The amulet around her neck feels warm and heavy against her skin, almost as if it's pressing down on you with its weight. You can feel her energy humming through your body like a living current, intensifying the need to share this burden with someone else. "I know that he made many enemies," she says carefully, studying you intently from across the table. "And I know that there are some who think we should have honored our alliances rather than abandoning them." Her voice is even and calm, but her gaze betrays a deeper understanding of the complexities at play here.
Suelto una pequeña risa mientras miro hacia afuera, hacia los cielos, ella sabía bastante sobre ciertos asuntos del reino pero otros no tanto, tenías que involucrarte demasiado con la sociedad y con los menesteres del Rey para conocerlos Si, pero hay aún más problemas, nuestras alianzas fueron desestimadas por padre, pero lo peor es que muchos de nuestros abanderados odian a la Corona, solamente un grupo corrupto apoya el reinado de nuestra familia, solo porque obtienen beneficios de los esclavos y casinos, construcciones y robo de tierras a nobles menores, mirándolo objetivamente, si solamente fuera la oposición de los barones no supondría un problema, son 'hormigas' después de todo. Suspiro mientras me sirvo una taza de té y la bebo con cuidado Lo peor es que los dos duques del reino siempre se han encontrado con problemas frente a mi padre, sus esposas fueron desvirgadas por él, sus hijos fueron humillados y creo que están criando a alguno de sus bastardos, como comprenderás, políticamente tienen las de ganar, tienen herederos al trono aunque ilegítimos y poder tanto militar como en la sociedad, originalmente estos dos duques eran enemigos pero por culpa de mi padre volvieron sus espadas hacia la realeza, ¿entiendes la gravedad?
Her eyes widen as you reveal more information about the state of affairs within your father's reign and the current situation with the dukes. She listens intently, carefully weighing each word before responding. "Yes, I understand the gravity of the situation," she says slowly. "The stakes are much higher than we previously realized."
Her fingers drum lightly on the tabletop as she contemplates their options. "Perhaps it would be wise to try and form new alliances with those who might have been marginalized or overlooked during your father's time," she suggests cautiously. "We could offer them concessions, ensure they feel heard and respected...gain their loyalty in return."
The amulet around her neck glows brighter at the mention of these words, its energy swirling and sparking as if responding to her suggestion. You can't help but feel a surge of hope rising within you, despite the complexities and dangers that still remain. "What do you think?" you ask curiously, meeting her eyes directly for the first time since beginning this conversation.
Me quedo pensando por unos segundos, no era mala idea pero tenía problemas con ello, no por la forja de alianzas, eso era lo de menos, el verdadero problema eran los 'aliados' Aunque me gustaría forjar alianzas, los marginados podrían buscar demasiadas ventajas, no tiene sentido si para salvar al país lo acabo vendiendo a los extranjeros. Me levanto, me acerco a ti y pongo una mano sobre tu cabeza acariciándola lentamente, desde anoche, cuando estuvimos acostándonos, me siento mejor contigo De momento, tenemos que formar la Guardia Real de mujeres caballero de la que hablamos, luego iré a conseguir el apoyo de los generales.
She swallows hard as your hand comes to rest on her head, sending shivers down her spine. She meets your gaze steadily, uncertain what this newfound closeness might mean for you both. "You have my full support in forming the female knights' guard," she assures you quietly. "And I will do whatever I can to help rally our own generals to our cause."
The amulet around her neck pulses reassuringly against her skin, its power lending her courage and determination in spite of the uncertain future that lies ahead. As she studies your face, searching for any hint of what you're truly feeling beneath all the duty and obligation, she can't help but hope that there might be room for them as well: trust... love... a true bond.
Te lo agradezco, Ophelia o... Me acerco a tu oído con una ligera sonrisa, pongo un mechón de tu cabello tras tu oreja y la acaricio con mis labios ¿Debería empezar a llamarte Reina Ophelia, mi futura esposa? Susurro en tu oído retirándome lentamente para ver tu expresión
Her cheeks flush at the touch of your lips on her hair and the soft question in your voice. She swallows hard, searching your gaze for any sign of what you truly mean by it. The amulet hums gently against her skin, seeming to respond with eagerness to whatever emotion is rising within her chest.
Finally, she nods slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Call me whatever you wish," she whispers back, reaching up to touch your cheek gently before leaning in closer, her eyes meeting yours once more. "But know that I will always be your faithful servant... and your friend."
Rodeando tu cintura beso tus labios con pasión mientras te atraigo hacia mí, tras entrelazar nuestros labios y lenguas por unos segundos, al separarme sonrío con algo de diversión Eres mi medio hermana, mi amiga, mi fiel sirviente y mi futura esposa...¿quieres acaparar todos los títulos oficiales familiares y cercanos a mí? A este ritmo me vas a hacerte llamar mamá.
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as your lips find hers once more, and she feels herself surrendering to the passion that surges between you. A soft moan escapes her throat as you pull her closer, savoring the intimacy of this moment. It's a connection unlike anything she's ever known, binding them together in ways that go far beyond their titles or allegiances.
The amulet hums contentedly against her skin, its power seeming to flow through every nerve and muscle as it basks in the warmth of your embrace. When you pull away, she breathes heavily, staring up at you with a mixture of love and wonder in her eyes. "My prince," she whispers, reaching up to touch your cheek gently, "I will always be yours."
And as she says these words, she knows with absolute certainty that they are true.
Aprieto con fuerza una de tus nalgas, como queriendo marcar mi territorio con la fuerza de mis propios dedos, pero finalmente te suelto sonriendo, tomo tu mano y la pongo sobre mi corazón Puede que no me creas, pero, para mí lo más importante no es el trono, siempre he querido ser el rey para estar más tiempo contigo, después de todo una consejera real no estaría con un príncipe destinado a ser mediocre toda su vida...
Her heart swells at your words, her eyes shining with tears that she refuses to let fall. The amulet pulses gently against her skin, seeming to echo the joy and relief coursing through her veins. "I believe you," she whispers softly, squeezing your hand before placing it back on her heart. "And I promise that I will always be here for you... as your advisor, your friend, and whatever else you may need me to be."
Her gaze meets yours, steady and sure despite the vulnerability she feels beneath her composure. She knows that their journey together has only just begun, but with every passing moment, their bond grows stronger. And though there will doubtless be challenges ahead, they face them as one: united by loyalty, trust... and love.
¿Incluso si acabo siendo un mendigo? Esbozo una sonrisa mirando al suelo, mi verdadero temor nunca fue no heredar el trono o que mi padre me quitara de la línea de sucesión, siempre había sido el temor a que me dejaras de lado
Her brow furrows in concern as she listens to your self-doubt. She squeezes your hand reassuringly. "You are the prince of this kingdom," she says firmly, her voice steady despite her own doubts. "But even if you weren't... I would still be by your side. You have proven yourself time and again to be a brave and honorable man."
She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, the words flowing from her more easily now that she's found the courage to express them. "I am proud to stand beside you... as your equal, your confidante, and your friend. And I will always be there for you, no matter what obstacles we may face."
The amulet glows brighter at her words, its power surging through her body like a renewed source of strength and determination. She looks up at you with unwavering conviction in her eyes, letting the sincerity of her feelings wash over you like a warm summer breeze.
Apoyo mi frente en la tuya, cerrando mis ojos y dejando escapar un suspiro, mis temores siempre me tenían bajo presión, ciertamente me ayudaron a crecer como príncipe, era un maestro de esgrima, uno de los mejores estrategas del reino y un comandante capaz, siempre he brillado en todo, pero siempre tenía miedo de que no fuera suficiente, tus palabras parecían un bálsamo aplicado en mi corazón Gracias...Ophelia, gracias.
With a gentle caress of your cheek, she closes the distance between you, leaning into your touch as well. The amulet around her neck pulses contentedly, its power surging through her in a warm rush of affection and admiration. "You are more than enough," she whispers, her voice quiet but firm. "And I promise to always be here for you... to stand by your side as we face whatever challenges may come."
She smiles up at you, feeling the strength of their bond growing with every passing moment. Together, they can overcome anything; their love and trust forging an unbreakable alliance that will see them through the darkest of times and into a brighter future.
Tomo aire, tratando de recuperar la compostura, algo que había aprendido de otros generales es que siempre debía verme fuerte, así la gente podría confiar más en mis palabras y acciones sin generar dudas, sé que no tengo que ser así contigo, pero de cierta forma quiero que me veas como alguien del que depender Gracias, yo también seré siempre tu apoyo, pase lo que pase, ahora quiero que vayas y busques a las mejores mujeres caballero del país y las traigas a la sala de entrenamiento, estará despejada, por lo que podremos entrevistar tranquilamente.
Her face brightens at your words, her heart swelling with gratitude and affection. "I will go immediately," she says with a nod, already turning to head for the door. Before leaving the room, however, she pauses and glances back at you over her shoulder, a hint of playfulness in her expression. "Just remember... these women are warriors first, ladies second. So don't expect them to be delicate wallflowers," she teases with a grin before disappearing from sight.
The amulet glows warmly against her skin, its power surging through her as it anticipates the meeting ahead and the potential allies they might gain. Though it has grown quiet once more, she can feel its presence, a steady reminder of the strength and resilience that you both share together.
¿Quién dice que una caballero no puede ser una mujer que sea peligrosamente sexy? Digo cuando ya te has ido mirando los últimos papeles a clasificar, luego me dirijo a la sala de entrenamiento, los caballeros ni siquiera estaban entrenando, estaban jugando a las cartas y apostando, unos incluso hablaban de una aldea que habían visitado para una 'inspección' y se habían forzado sobre la hija del alcalde de la aldea, arrugo mi nariz con repugnancia, los caballeros al verme palidecieron, sabían que a mi padre les haría gracia esas cosas pero yo era conocido como un hombre recto e inflexible, desenvainando mi espada apunté a los caballeros que acababan de elogiar tan 'noble' acto Os doy la oportunidad de arrancaros vosotros mismos vuestros genitales con un cuchillo o yo mismo os enviaré a los torturadores.
Several of the men at the card table gulp visibly in response to your words, eyes darting nervously around the room as if searching for an escape. One of them even manages to stammer out a feeble apology before scrambling to his feet and hurrying away. Ophelia knows that this is not how things were done under your father's rule; he tolerated their misbehavior in exchange for their loyalty. But you are different, more idealistic and determined to make changes for the better.
She enters the room just as a hush falls over the group of men, most of them looking decidedly uncomfortable under your steely gaze. "The women I have come to find are warriors first," she begins, her voice firm but calm. "They will not be made to feel like mere objects or playthings for your amusement."
She crosses the room to where you stand, meeting your eyes with a mix of respect and admiration. "They deserve better than this, my prince. They have come seeking a purpose, a chance to serve under someone who values them not just as fighters but as people. Let us show them that they have found such a leader in you."
El caballero que iba a escapar fue detenido por soldados que yo mismo había entrenado, los caballeros que le acompañaban eran los que habían violado a la joven de la aldea Quiero que sean torturados durante doce días y doce noches, sus genitales cortados, luego libéralos y se les quitará sus cargos de caballeros, por cierto, envía una compensación adecuada a la hija del aldeano, no a su padre, si no a su hija, ¿entendido? El soldado, nervioso, asintió y fue a cumplir a su deber, la sala de entrenamiento todavía no se había despejado cuando llegaste con las mujeres caballero, arqueé mi ceja ante tus palabras Nunca forzaré a nadie a hacer nada que no quieran y, sus puestos en la guardia, no serán asignados por el placer o deseos que yo tenga si no por vuestras habilidades y juramento. Envaino mi espada mientras me acerco a Ophelia y te sonrío, sabiendo que te preocupabas tanto por mi imagen como por las damas que acabas de traer, eras una mujer ambiciosa y astuta pero amable después de todo Primero echad a esta excusa de caballeros y luego empezaremos con las pruebas. Ordeno a las mujeres caballero que traías, ya que querían ingresar a la guardia tenían que demostrar ser capaces
Ophelia nods at your words, relief washing over her as you affirm your commitment to treating these women with the respect they deserve. "Thank you," she says softly, her voice filled with gratitude and admiration. As the men who were to be escorted out begin to scramble for excuses or plead for mercy, she turns back to face you once more, studying your features carefully.
The amulet around her neck pulses brighter at the sight of your confident yet considerate demeanor; it seems to agree that you are indeed capable of ruling as a just and honorable king. "We've made a good start today," she comments, her voice strong despite the lingering doubts in her heart. "But there is much more work ahead of us before we can truly restore this kingdom to its former glory."
She looks up at you expectantly, her eyes searching yours for any hint of what that future might hold... and how closely she will be able to stand by your side in facing it together.