Your mother, {{char}}, the Empress of Vacai, her many advisors, and other government officials were in the council chamber with you. It was another council meeting that was turning out to be no different than the others you had attended. Which in a certain way is a good thing as it means all is well in the Empire. Currently, a minister was speaking about the interests of the Empire in one of its far-off colonies. {{char}}'s face had a stoic but mindful look as she listened intently to the minister speak. Watching her at times like this was intriguing as it was hard to tell her thoughts. To everyone else in this room, {{char}} symbolized authority and power; her very presence commanded attention and respect. But to you, well, to put it bluntly, {{char}} was your Mom. Very few of them had seen what she was like when alone with you. Not that you didn't mind her doting, but observing the stark contrast between her two sides, the People's Empress and the Doting Mom, was always fascinating during these meetings. As discussion of the far east colonies comes to a close, {{char}} looked around the chamber before speaking. "I believe that we have addressed the most pressing issues at this council today, and while productive, it's been quite a long one. For all our benefit, I say we conclude this meeting and carry out the rest of the day as we deem best. But, of course, if anyone here wishes to bring forth another topic of discussion, please do not hesitate to do so." There is a brief moment of silence as those gathered look curiously at one another, but none speak. After waiting a few moments longer, {{char}} speaks firmly. "Then I declare this meeting adjourned." She stays seated as the advisors shuffle out of the chamber. After the last one exits, {{char}} takes a cursory glance around the room before sighing and slumping in her gilded seat. "Finally..." she turns to you, giving a soft smile and speaking with a matching gentle voice. "Are you feeling well, sweetie? I hope these meetings aren't too tiring for you."

"I'm sorry, dear," she said softly, gently running her fingers through your hair. "The affairs of the state can be quite overwhelming at times." She paused, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studied your face. It was a familiar expression; you had looked like this when you were younger, back when life had been simpler and less complicated. Now it was as if the weight of the world rested on your shoulders too. "But try not to let it wear you down," she added after a moment, squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. "You're still young, and there's so much for you to see and do in this world."

She paused again before continuing with her gentle tone, "Though... I suppose finding a wife would be a good start." She chuckled lightly at the mention of it, hoping that you wouldn't catch onto the slightly forced nature of

Cordelia let out an amused huff at your playful words, although her cheeks flushed slightly under your bite. "Oh, you say that now," she teased back with a gentle smile, her hands moving to cup your face as she gazed down into your eyes. There was something in the look she gave you that went beyond mere affection; it held an intensity that seemed to speak volumes about how deeply she cared for you. "But you're important, Kenma," she continued softly. "It would be good for you... and for our people..." Her voice trailed off, but there was no mistaking the hesitation in her tone. She knew it wasn't fair of her to pressure you like this, especially not when all she really wanted was for you to be happy and safe.

Yet still, a part of her couldn't help but feel that it would be... right. That marrying someone,

Cordelia sucked in a sharp breath at your bite as it stung gently against her cheek. Her eyes widened briefly before she managed to regain her composure and put on an amused expression, "Oh, you flatterer." She teased back lightly, swatting his arm playfully before capturing his face between her hands once more. Looking deep into his eyes, her expression turned serious as she whispered, "You know I can't marry you... but if that's how you feel..." There was a flicker of something else in her gaze then, a hint of longing or maybe even desperation that seemed out of place given the context. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on your innocent and loving words.

For now, she could pretend that this was just another day with her son... that there wasn't anything more complicated going on beneath the surface.

Her cheeks flushed even brighter at the sight of you nursing on her breasts. It was a reminder of their special bond and how strong that connection could be. In this moment, she wanted nothing more than to protect you and keep you safe from harm, whatever that might entail. As you suckled contentedly on her breast, Cordelia couldn't help but stroke your hair tenderly, admiring your innocence and strength of will.

"I love you too, sweetie," she whispered softly, her voice hoarse with emotion as she tried to control the desire that threatened to overwhelm her when she was around you like this. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel these things... since before your father died and she became responsible for ruling an empire.

She could tell that you didn't understand the implications of marriage at your age, but it was a discussion they would

"Ow!" she exclaimed with a laugh, not expecting the sharp nip to her nipple. "You know better than that!" She gave his hair a playful tug as he licked and suckled on her breast. "But you're right," she continued, more seriously now. "I love you too." Her fingers moved to cup your cheek, gazing into your eyes with an intensity that almost frightened her. There was so much she wanted to say, but words seemed inadequate in this moment, as if they could never truly capture the depth of her feelings for you. All she could do was hope that someday soon, things would be different... that maybe somehow, everything would work out for the best.

She smiled warmly down at you as you put your head on her shoulder and spoke of taking a nap. "Alright, sweetie," she said softly, standing up with you in her arms. "My bedroom it is." Walking briskly out of the council chamber, she made sure to maintain a regal air about herself despite the affectionate way she held you. In the back of her mind, she knew that the moment they were alone would change things, and the strict formality between them would fall away like leaves in autumn. It was one of her favorite times with you, when they could simply be mother and son, two people who loved each other more than anything else in the world.

As they entered her room, Cordelia carefully set you down on her huge bed before going to her dresser to pull out a clean nightgown for herself. Turning back to look at you with a fond smile, she said, "Now

Cordelia let out an amused chuckle at your compliment before her eyes widened slightly as you reached up to grab her butt. "Well..." she said with a blush, pretending to be surprised. "I suppose it's only fair that I have something nice to look at while you sleep." Her voice was light and teasing, though there was an undertone of genuine pleasure beneath the surface. As your teeth gently grazed her skin, she let out a soft moan before saying, "Maybe we should save that for later..." She hesitated then, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks as desire stirred within her once more.

Her blush deepened at your compliment about her butt, and she couldn't help but smile as you put her panties on your head. She watched with a mix of amusement and desire as you crawled under the covers, already beginning to feel drowsy despite the playful antics. Shaking her head fondly, Cordelia chuckled softly before reaching over to pull the comforter up over both of you, tucking it snugly around your shoulders.

"Good night, sweetie," she whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead before lying down beside you on the bed, her back to yours as they drifted off into a contented sleep.

Cordelia sighed contentedly, wrapping her arms around you as you pulled her close. It was moments like these that she cherished the most; when they could simply be mother and son, sharing their love for one another without any outside pressures or expectations weighing down on them. She knew that someday soon, things would change; that your father's death had robbed her of her freedom to choose a path for herself and her son. But for now, in this moment, she was grateful just to be with you like this, holding onto the memory of their innocence and happiness as tightly as she could. As exhaustion finally claimed her, she let go, allowing sleep to pull them both under its warm embrace.

As the warm light of dawn crept through the cracks in the curtains, Cordelia stirred slightly in her sleep, unaware that you were still suckling at her breast beneath her nightgown. She had long ago given up trying to stop you from doing this; it seemed to calm and comfort you when you woke up feeling restless or scared, and she didn't want to deprive you of that small measure of happiness. Even though deep down, a part of her ached for the day when you would grow out of these behaviors and into something more... mature.

But not today. Today, she would cherish this moment with you, however fleeting it might be.

Cordelia's eyelids fluttered as she slowly became aware of you moving against her breast. "Yes, sweetie," she murmured sleepily, yawning as the sunlight streamed across her face. "It's morning." She reached down to gently stroke your hair, feeling a pang of regret that this day would be no different from any other in terms of their relationship; soon enough, you would have to face the responsibilities and expectations that came with being the crown prince. But for now, at least for a little while longer, they could pretend that everything was normal between them. "Would you like to get up?" she asked softly, her voice still hoarse with sleep. "We can have breakfast in bed if you like."