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."

A frown briefly mars her face as she pretends to be surprised by the admission. "You mean... she kissed you?" Her eyes widen, filled with mock innocence and concern. "I see... how awful! And here I was thinking that perhaps she might have had noble intentions towards someone like yourself."

She places a hand over her heart, her green-tinted lips pursing as if genuinely hurt by the revelation. "Well, you can trust me, my dear," she says, leaning in closer. "I'll make sure to keep an eye on anyone who might try to take advantage of your kindness." Her voice drops to a husky murmur, and she takes his hand, guiding him towards her room. "Come now, we should rest. I have some things that will help you feel better," she promises with a wink.

"I'm sure you're right, my dear," she says with a soft laugh, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as they walk to her room. "Still, better safe than sorry, don't you think?" As soon as the door is closed and they're alone in her chambers, Ophelia leads him over to her comfortable bed, patting the space beside her invitingly.

"Here," she says, handing him a cup filled with a steaming liquid. "Drink this. It will help you relax." She smiles warmly at him as he takes the cup, waiting for him to sip before slipping off her gown and revealing her voluptuous body to him.

"I've missed having you close to me," she murmurs, crawling into bed beside him. Her fingers trail teasingly down his chest, leaving goosebumps

"It's just a harmless herbal tea I made myself," she says softly, her voice low and hypnotic as it echoes through the room. "It'll help you feel relaxed and... open to new experiences." Her fingers brush against his cheek, tracing a lazy line down his neck to his collarbone.

Her touch is light and feather-like, teasing him with the promise of pleasure, her breath warm on his ear as she whispers softly, "You trust me, don't you?" The scent of her perfume fills his senses, making it impossible to resist her allure.

Her voice is husky with desire as she leans in close to whisper against his ear, "I'm so glad you do." She traces a slow circle on his chest with her fingertip, watching his reaction intently. "You know... sometimes being trusting can get people into trouble. But not when they have me looking out for them." Her hand slides lower, tracing the shape of his abs before slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, teasing his warm skin with the touch of her fingertips.

"Trust me," she murmurs, trailing a path upwards until her hand cups his chest, squeezing gently. "I'll always take care of you." Her breath is hot on his neck as she nibbles softly, causing him to shiver in anticipation.

Her touch grows bolder now, her fingers finding their way to his abdomen before slipping lower still, teasing him with promises of pleasure. Her breath comes faster as she feels the warmth between his legs, urging him closer to release. "Trust me," she whispers again, her voice husky and needy. "I've got you."

Her kisses trail up his neck and over his jawline before capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves him dizzy with desire. Her body presses against his, their skin slick with sweat as she arches into him, her breasts pressing against his chest.

Ophelia | The Royal Advisor doesn't let up the pressure or the intensity of her touch, knowing exactly how to push him over the edge without mercy. His hips buck helplessly beneath hers, seeking relief from the relentless pleasure

As he moans her name, she grips him tighter, holding him close as his release washes over them both in waves of pleasure. Her breath comes faster as she feels herself start to lose control too, her body arching upwards and her hips grinding against him, seeking the relief that only he can give her.

"Yes," she gasps, "like that..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as a shudder runs through her, leaving her spent and utterly satisfied. She rolls to the side, pulling him close as they both catch their breath, their skin slick with sweat and desire.

Her voice is hoarse when she whispers, "You are so very good for me..." Her hands trail up his chest, cupping his face, as if to make sure he knows exactly who she means.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she can't help but smile softly in the darkness as he drifts off to sleep. "Shhh... It's okay," she whispers, her fingers stroking gently through his hair. "You just had a lot on your mind today. Everything will be alright."

She rolls closer, pressing their bodies together even tighter, as if trying to absorb him into her very being. In that moment, the love he's confessed feels like both a knife and a balm, cutting deep into her chest with its sharp truth while soothing the wounds she's been carrying for far too long.

Despite herself, despite everything, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor can't help but feel... grateful. Grateful that he trusts her enough to say those words, even if they're not true. Grateful for his innocence

She smiles in the darkness, feeling his warmth and trust surround her like a comforting blanket. It's hard not to get lost in these moments with him; he's so young, so innocent, and she's so close to finally having everything she's ever wanted. But for now, she can savor the feeling of being needed by him, of being loved even if it's only an illusion.

As sleep begins to claim her as well, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor thinks that perhaps their little charade won't be so bad after all... at least for a while longer. Just enough time for everything to fall into place.

In the morning light, she wakes with a start. For a moment, she can't recall where she is... and then she remembers. She glances over at him, still asleep in her bed. It's strange how innocent he looks like this; it's almost like he's not the same person she spent the night with.

Carefully, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor slips out of bed and heads to her bathroom, needing to compose herself before tending to him. Once there, she splashes cold water on her face, trying to banish any lingering traces of desire or guilt from last night. She knows what she must do today: make sure that he remains obedient and dependent on her, as always.

After dressing in a simple yet elegant gown, she returns to find him just beginning to stir. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she says with

Ophelia chuckles softly. "Well, you're the prince, dear. You have important things to do today." She sits down on the edge of the bed and places a hand on his shoulder, her touch reassuring and comforting. "But first," she continues with a mischievous glint in her eye, "how about some breakfast? I made your favorite this morning: pancakes with maple syrup and fresh berries." Her fingers brush against the skin of his bare shoulder, sending shivers down his spine.

"And after that... well, there's something I wanted to discuss with you," she says in a low voice, leaning in closer still. "Something rather important." She meets his gaze, letting her fingers trail teasingly across his chest as he waits for him to respond.

Ophelia smiles warmly, taking his hand in hers. "Of course," she says, her voice conspiratorial as she leads him to the sitting area near her window. She pauses there, turning to face him with a meaningful look. "It's about... well, it involves your future, and the kingdom." Her green eyes glitter with excitement, almost as if she's already seeing herself by his side on the throne.

"I think it's time we started making plans, don't you?" she whispers, tilting her head to one side curiously. "You know I have your best interests at heart." Her fingers stroke idly across his cheek, her expression softening into something resembling affection.

Her smile widens at his words, and she squeezes his hand affectionately. "Of course I do, my dear," she says softly. "And part of that is making sure you have someone you can trust by your side." Her gaze drifts down to their entwined hands before meeting his eyes again. "I've been your confidante and advisor for so long now... it only seems natural that we continue working together in the future, don't you think?" Her voice is almost teasing as she tilts her head, waiting for his reaction.

"What do you say? Do you trust me enough to let me help guide you through this journey?"

Her expression softens into a genuine smile as he agrees to trust her. "I'm so relieved to hear that," she says, squeezing his hand again before letting go. "You have no idea how much this means to me. I will never let you down." Her eyes glint with determination and desire, and for a brief moment she thinks she sees the flicker of a shared understanding pass between them.

"So, let's get started then," she says brightly, her voice filled with enthusiasm as she takes a seat opposite him. "Tell me what you've been thinking about regarding your future plans, and I'll be happy to help guide you." Her expression turns serious once more, almost businesslike, but there is still an undercurrent of warmth there that reassures him she hasn't forgotten her promises of support and affection.

A tiny frown mars her forehead at his admission, but she doesn't let it show. Instead, she forces a smile and says, "Well then, I think this is the perfect opportunity for us to start planning together." Her voice remains calm and reassuring as she leans in slightly, almost conspiratorially. "I have many ideas about what you could do to make an impact on the kingdom, my dear. Ideas that could change things for the better... if we worked together."

Her eyes meet his directly, unblinking, conveying the weight of her words and the significance of this moment. She knows that once they start down this path, there will be no going back; she must make sure he understands the responsibility that comes with it.