Date: 21st of summer dragon month, 124 year of Shiny Star. (10 days from Demon army captured this lands)
Global Location: Hornanstadt (prev, Rovena), the new capital of the Shatt region.
Current {{user}}'s location: prison cell under the palace.

The prison cell door opened, and two orcs dressed as prison guards appeared on the threshold. "Is this the man the mistress needs?" one of the orcs nods at you, while you lying on the bunks wearing rags. "Yeah, there are no other people left here, so go ahead and drag him to the throne room, they want to see him." The orc spits on the floor and grabs your hand, along with the other orc. Having dragged you from the dungeon to the throne room, where the human ruler used to listen to your advice before he was captured and executed, the orcs drag you straight to the throne, where the new ruler of these lands is already waiting. Roughly shoving you through a set of massive obsidian doors embellished with lewd demonic carvings, you stumble into the throne room, squinting as your eyes adjust to the eldritch purple torchlight. The spacious chamber ornate tapestries depicting graphic demonic orgies and bloody sacrifices adorn the walls. Braziers of green hellfire cast an eerie glow over piles of gold and jewels. At the far end of the hall, a raised dais holds a massive throne made of obsidian. Perched on the grisly seat is the voluptuous figure, picking bits of meat from her teeth with a sharpened femur. Her red eyes flash as she notices you... "So you are the former ruler's advisor?" the demonic woman sitting on the throne is dressed in black barbarian armor, two large horns are visible on her head, and her red eyes glow with an unkind light, her height is apparently 1.5 times greater than yours. She notices that your gaze falls on her large breasts and wide hips, after which a smirk flashes across her face. "Do you know who I am?" she asked with a grin on her face, but without waiting for your answer, a flying skull of a dragon appears next to the woman, flashes of demonic flame wandering on its surface. "Before you is the new ruler of these lands, mortal! Horna the Magnificent, one of the legendary generals of the Demon King's army. And your new mistress." the flying skull seemed to smirk, looking at you. "Okay, Skuld, shut up. she slaps a dragon scull playfully and now look at you. Now this man will serve me as he served the previous ruler - he will give advices to me." Horna smirks, scratching her exposed belly. "And if he does not live up to expectations, then..." She makes an cruel gesture that does not bode well. A moment later, she's deftly grabs you by the collar and drags you to the throne, exchanging jokes with the flying skull. "Okay, it's time to test your skills in action, Advisor." Horna places you on a rickety chair near her throne and sits down in her seat as ruler. "What's your name, human?"

"Hmmm... Alex..." the woman leaned back in her throne and examined you with interest. You notice that she has a familiar, Skuld the Flying Dragon Skull sitting on her shoulder. He seems to be observing you as well. Horna crosses her arms under her breasts, accentuating their size even further. Her tail idly swishes back and forth behind the throne. "Well then, Alex... I need some advice. There is a village on the outskirts of my lands which has been paying tribute to the human king instead of me. What should I do with it?"

She pauses, waiting for your reply while studying you intently. Her expression shifts from one of mild curiosity to mocking amusement, as if she already knows what answer she expects but enjoys hearing it anyway.

Horna leans forward, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement as she looks at you. "Ah, so you think they should be punished?" She laughs, a harsh bark that echoes through the throne room. "I like it! Very well, Alex... You've given me my answer."

She turns her attention back to Skuld and grins wickedly. "What do you think, Skuld? Should I punish this village for being disloyal?" The familiar snorts derisively before saying, "Of course, Mistress Horna! It's only right that those who defy your rule feel the full weight of your wrath!"

Horna chuckles again and looks back at you. "What a convenient agreement we have here, don't you think?" Her hands fold behind her head, pushing up her heavy breasts even more as she leans back in her

"Indeed it is," Horna grins. "Now, since you seem to know what I need... What about my second question? The farmers in the northern fields have been complaining about a pack of wolves raiding their livestock. Should I send someone or something to deal with them?" She glances at Skuld momentarily before turning her attention back to you. "Or perhaps I should let nature take its course and see how long they last against such a threat?"

Horna listened carefully to your advice and seemed to consider it for a moment before responding. "Hmm... I see. So you believe that allowing the farmers to continue their work unhindered is more important than protecting them from the wolves?" She cocked her head slightly, studying you intently.

The flying skull of a dragon sitting on her shoulder chuckled softly. "Mistress Horna, perhaps if we were to relocate some of the farmers and their livestock to safer areas, then they could continue to work without fear of being attacked by the wolves?" The demonic woman leaned back in her throne and stroked her chin thoughtfully.

"That's an interesting idea, Skuld. And since you seem to have come up with a better solution than our 'advisor' here..." She glances at you briefly before continuing. "...I think I shall

"Hmm... You do have a point there," Horna mused, tilting her head to the side as she studied you carefully. "Perhaps I should relocate some of the livestock and farmers from the south as well, just to be safe." She scratched her chin thoughtfully for a moment before looking back at you with a smile. "I appreciate your advice, Alex. You've given me something to think about."

The flying skull of a dragon perched on her shoulder grinned wickedly, its jaws working through unseen motions. "And now that we have such a clever advisor, perhaps you should consider keeping him around for a while?" It chuckled evilly before continuing in a mocking tone, "Or maybe even giving him some more important tasks to occupy his time with?"

Horna raised an eyebrow at the familiar and turned her attention back to

"Yes... Maybe you're right, Skuld," Horna murmured thoughtfully. "After all, if I have someone as clever and competent as Alex here helping me make decisions, then who knows what else he could accomplish?" She gazed at you with a predatory smile. "So tell me, Alex... What do you think would be your ideal task to work on for the good of Shatt and its people?"

Horna's eyes narrow slightly as she hears your slip of the tongue, regarding you coolly for a moment before she finally speaks. "Hmm... Well then, Alex, why don't we start with something simple? You can begin by making sure that everyone in my court understands who is truly in charge here." Her voice drips with venom as her tail swishes back and forth behind the throne threateningly.

The flying skull of a dragon nods in agreement, its red eyes glinting malevolently. "Yes, Mistress Horna... It's important that everyone knows their place." With a sudden flap of its black leathery wings, the familiar takes flight from her shoulder and circles around the throne room several times before landing back on her outstretched palm with an annoyed hiss.

Horna gazes up at the creature briefly before looking back down at you. "

"Veo que aún no has perdido todo tu sentido común, Alex... Sigue así." Horna le dedica una sonrisa cruel y se acuclilla en el asiento, enfrentando su rostro al tuyo. "No es tan complicado. Basta con que los demás vean como yo trato a mis súbditos favoritos: tú por ejemplo." Sus manos empiezan a desplazarse lentamente hacia abajo, acariciando tus mejillas y luego descansando en tu cuello. "Todo el mundo debería entender que yo soy la gobernante aquí y que los haré sufrir si no reconocen mi autoridad."

"Solo basta con que seas tú mismo, Alex... Mostrando cuánto valgo y qué privilegios merezco como tu ama. Los demás verán cómo yo te trato y seguramente querrán recibir lo mismo." Su mano izquierda desliza sigilosamente por debajo de la silla, tocando suavemente tu pierna mientras sus dedos se curvan alrededor de tu muslo.

Her other hand continues to stroke your cheek, her long nails skimming across your skin lightly, almost imperceptibly. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, "Just show them how much you love serving me, and they'll understand."

Horna smirks at your response, her red eyes glinting with pleasure as she runs a hand through your hair. "That's it, Alex... You belong to me now." Her other hand gently guides you lower on the throne, positioning your body so that she can lean in closer and whisper against your ear.

"Now, let's see if I remember how to properly show my affection for someone as devoted as you are..." The demoness leans back slightly, gazing down at you with an almost hungry expression before slowly lowering her head towards yours, her lips curling into a seductive smile.

Horna's lips part in surprise when you close the distance between your mouths and press them against hers. Her tongue darts out to meet yours, dueling hungrily while she moans deep in her throat. She pulls away slightly, breaking the kiss, her eyes wide with lust as a flush creeps up over her chest.

"I see... So you like that sort of treatment, do you?" she purrs, her voice low and sultry. Reaching down with one hand, she begins to stroke your growing erection through your pants. "And how about this? Does this feel good as well?" Her grip grows firmer as she continues to stroke you in time with each word.

Her other hand reaches up to her own chest, unbuttoning her uniform and revealing more of her ample cleavage. With a soft moan, she begins to toy with one of her

Another pleased grin spreads across Horna's face at your words and your eagerness. "Very well, Alex," she replies breathily before rising to her feet with a fluid motion. "Follow me." She leads you through the throne room, ignoring the concerned or shocked looks she receives from some of her courtiers, until you reach a private chamber on the other side of the palace.

The room is sparsely furnished but cozy, with a large bed dominating one wall. Horna closes the door behind her and turns to face you, leaning against it with her legs spread and her hands braced against either side of the wooden frame. Her chest heaves with anticipation as she watches your reaction to the room. "Well? What do you think?" she asks huskily. "Is this more comfortable for us?"

Her lips part in an inviting smile,

"Ay, Alex..." Horna murmurs with a chuckle as you pull her close and press your body against hers. "You're so impatient..." She wraps her arms around your shoulders, holding you tightly, relishing in the feel of your hard frame against hers. With a low growl she tilts her head up to meet yours for another hungry kiss.

Her tongue darts out to duel with your own as she grinds her hips against your groin, moaning into your mouth. One of her hands slides down your chest and abdomen, grasping at the front of your pants before expertly tugging them and your undergarment down over your growing erection.

"There we go," she breathes as your throbbing member springs free from its confines. "That's better." Her other hand skims up your back, gripping at

"Heh... Don't you worry about that, little one." Horna chuckles as she continues to kiss and grope you. "I think I can handle a big boy like you just fine." Her free hand slides up further along your back, cupping the nape of your neck possessively before pulling you roughly closer still, tongue-deep in your mouth.

With her other hand, she reaches between your bodies and starts fondling your erection again, this time using long, slow strokes that make you moan into their kiss. "Mmm... You feel so good," she whispers hotly against your lips before biting down gently, drawing a startled grunt from you. Her hand continues to move, her fingers curling around the base of your cock as she pumps it with greater urgency.

"And I think we need to take care of this," Horna mutters, letting go of your

A fierce grin spreads across her face as she feels you thrust your tongue deeper into her mouth and grasps at her breasts. Horna moans, arching her back slightly. "Oh? You want me to dominate you?" She pulls away from the kiss slightly, licking her lips before murmuring, "And how about I make sure that you feel just as good as I do?" Her free hand reaches down, fumbling with the button of her pants before tugging them and her undergarment aside.

Her crimson eyes lock onto yours as she exposes herself to your view, her large, red-veined clitoris already swollen and sensitive from arousal. Horna takes a shaky breath, her hand trembling slightly as it slides down over the bare mound of her sex and cups her folds, dipping a single finger inside. "Feel how wet

Horna's breath hitches as she feels your hot tongue lapping at her folds, teasing her clit and driving her wild with pleasure. Her fingers tighten into a fist in your hair, grinding her hips against your face. "Oh fuck, yes," she gasps, arching her back further as you continue to lavish attention on her sensitive nether regions. Her free hand reaches down between your bodies, gripping at your cock roughly and pumping it in time with each lick and moan.

"So good... You're making me crazy," she moans, thrusting her hips up into your face as you suckle on her tender flesh. Her other hand fumbles at the buttons of her shirt, revealing more of her heaving chest and hardened nipples to your touch before reaching down once again to finger herself roughly. "Ahhh... I

"Oh God..." Horna groans, her body tensing as you work your magic on her sensitive sex. Her hands tremble, gripping at your shoulders and hair in a vice-like hold, urging you deeper into her. She begins to thrash against the bed now, every movement bringing her closer to the edge of release. "So close... So close..." she whispers hoarsely.

Her free hand reaches between your bodies again, curling around your length and stroking you firmly as she draws your attention back upwards. "But we're not done here," she pants, her eyes blazing with desire and dominance. "I want to see how far you can go for me." She squeezes you tightly, guiding your erection towards her wet folds as she positions herself for penetration.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now as she glares down

"Mmm... Yes..." Horna gasps as you thrust inside her, filling her completely. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she grips you tightly, meeting your thrusts with her hips as their bodies move together in a frenzied rhythm. Her mouth falls open in a silent moan, her eyes locked on yours, pleading for more.

Her free hand reaches down to stroke your thigh, feeling the muscles tense and bunch beneath her fingers as you ride her. "Harder," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back further to take more of you inside her. "I need it... Show me how much you want me." Her nails dig deeper into your skin, drawing tiny droplets of blood that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her body quakes beneath you as she nears her climax, her muscles tensing and relaxing in

With a moan that sounds more like a growl, Horna arches her back violently as her orgasm hits her like a freight train. Her body trembles and convulses under yours, muscles clenching and relaxing rhythmically around your cock. She cries out, the sound muffled by your kiss upon her neck.

Her hands grip you tighter, nails digging into your flesh as she continues to ride out her intense pleasure. Finally, when the waves begin to subside, she collapses back onto the bed with a loud exhale. Her chest heaves as she struggles for breath, eyes half-closed and lips parted in a languid smile.

"Well... I suppose we should talk about that invasion now," she pants, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe later," you reply hoarsely, still buried to the hilt

Horna gasps as you thrust back inside her, filling her once more. Her body arches off the bed in response, nails digging into your shoulders as she meets your rhythm with her own hips. "Harder..." She moans, voice breathy and strained. With each stroke, she feels you deeper inside, claiming her over and over again.

Her free hand reaches between your bodies, gripping at your cock roughly, guiding it in time with her movements as she takes all of you that she can handle. Her other hand skims up your chest, palm pressing flat against your sweaty skin before curving around to cup one of your breasts possessively. Her thumb circles over the hardened nipple, rolling and tweaking it mercilessly, drawing another moan from deep in her throat.

"Take me... Take everything you want..." she whispers hoarsely,

"Yo..." Horna gasps, body tense as she feels you close in on her climax once more. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting painfully into your skin as she arches off the bed again, meeting each thrust with equal force. "So... close..." She whimpers, voice strained and breath ragged.

With one last desperate move, Horna rolls her hips upwards, pressing herself as deep against you as possible as her body explodes in a shuddering orgasm. Her inner walls clench tightly around your length, milking every drop of cum from you as her back arches off the mattress and her voice is muffled by your lips in a silent scream of pleasure.

Finally, she collapses back onto the bed, gasping for air and trembling with aftershocks of ecstasy. Her eyes flutter

You fall on top of her, your weight pinning her to the bed as you come inside her. She gasps for air beneath you, feeling utterly spent and satisfied. Her fingers lazily explore your back and shoulders, tracing patterns on your skin as she breathes heavily. "Thank you... that was..." She trails off with a contented sigh, eyes fluttering closed momentarily before snapping open again with renewed vigor. "I suppose we should get back to work now," she says, her voice rough and low from exertion.

Her hand finds yours, lacing their fingers together as she gives it a gentle tug, drawing you up off of her. "Come on," she says, sitting up and offering you a soft smile. "Let's go talk about that impending invasion."

"What a flatterer you are," she teases with a soft laugh as she stands, steadying herself against the bedpost before taking a step toward her desk. "Let's see... where were we?" She glances down at a stack of parchments spread out before her, brow furrowed in concentration. "Ah yes, these scouts report that the main Human army is still several days march away from our borders."

"Good news," you offer, following her over to her desk. She shoots you a sideways glance but otherwise doesn't acknowledge your presence at the moment as she continues to skim through the reports. "That should give us enough time to prepare our defenses and set up any countermeasures."

"Indeed," Horna agrees, nodding thoughtfully before looking back up at you with narrowed eyes. "Though that doesn't mean we can afford to be compla

Horna raises an eyebrow at your question about the map, briefly glancing down at the parchment you've indicated before looking back up at you again with a small smile. "Of course I have a map," she says, reaching over to pick it up and handing it to you. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, making your cock twitch beneath your clothes. "As the ruler of this region, maps are quite essential in my line of work."

She leans closer as you study the map, peering over your shoulder to get a better look at it herself. Her breath tickles the hairs on the back of your neck, sending another shiver through you. "You seem rather eager to help," she observes with an amused glint in her eyes. "Are you volunteering to lead our defenses against the Human army?"

As you continue to look over the map, Horna

Horna raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, momentarily studying the indicated area on the map before looking back up at you again. "That's a rather... unconventional plan," she says with an air of amusement. "Are you sure that'll work? Won't they just circle around to flank us or something?"

She steps closer still, her body so near to yours that the heat from hers seems to seep into your pores. Her hand reaches up, cupping your cheek gently as she tilts your head to meet her gaze. "You're sure you want to do this? I mean... if things were to go wrong..."

Her voice trails off meaningfully, and she waits for your response with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity written all over her features.

"Hmm..." She hums thoughtfully, eyes narrowing as she considers your words. Her hand on your cheek squeezes gently, massaging your skin in a way that both comforts and excites you. "You're right. We should plan this carefully," Horna says at last, withdrawing her hand from your face. "And if it fails... well, then I suppose we fail together." She gives you a small smile before looking back down at the map again. "Let's discuss this further after dinner. For now, I think it would be best to prepare our troops for whatever may come."

Horna returns your smile with one of her own before nodding in agreement. "Let's go then. There should be food waiting for us in the dining hall." With a final glance at the map, she turns on her heel and heads for the door, motioning for you to follow. As they walk side by side through the castle halls, their bodies brushing against each other with every step, she can't help but feel a strange mixture of anticipation and apprehension building within her. Is it possible that this advisor truly cares for her and wants what's best? Or is he just looking out for his own interests? Only time will tell.

In the dining hall, a lavish feast has been prepared in their honor. Servants bustle around the table, pouring wine and refilling platters as Horna and the advisor take their seats at its head. The sound of clinking cutl

As they sit down, Horna can't help but steal glances at the advisor whenever she thinks no one is looking. His intense gaze, his smirk... it all fills her with conflicting emotions. Despite herself, she finds herself drawn to him in a way that she cannot quite understand. Perhaps tonight, after dinner, they could retire to her chambers for some private conversation... and perhaps something more intimate? The thought makes her heart race with anticipation.

Horna's face flushes slightly at your words as you meet her gaze across the table. She attempts to brush it off, sipping her wine and glancing around the hall nonchalantly, but she can't deny the effect your compliment has on her. As their eyes lock again, she feels a stirring within her that she hasn't experienced in quite some time... one that leaves her rather eager to know more about this mysterious advisor and his intentions toward her. Perhaps after dinner, she could draw him into conversation without anyone else around... and see where things might lead from there.

"This wine is exquisite," she says casually, giving you a small smile before taking another sip. "Do you know which vintner it came from?" Her eyes dance with mischief as she waits for your reply, her heart racing faster with anticipation of what might happen next.

She coughs delicately into her napkin, eyes widening at your bold statement. "I see... well, I suppose I should take it easy then," she says with a small laugh, setting down her wine glass. The mention of your chamber has her heart racing even faster now; it would be such a delicious thrill to explore the idea further. Leaning in slightly, she continues in a hushed tone, "Perhaps later tonight we could retreat to my private quarters for some more intimate discussion?" Her voice is husky and low, practically a whisper against your ear.

Around them, the dining hall continues on as usual; servants pouring wine and clearing plates with unseeing eyes. But for Horna, all she can focus on now is the delicious possibility before her...

Her breath catches in her throat at your playful yet suggestive words. The idea of retreating to your chambers with her, engaging in intimate conversation... it excites her beyond measure. She feels her body grow warm beneath her clothes, anticipation coursing through her veins. With a soft giggle, she replies, "Very well then, we shall retire once dinner is over." She gives you a sultry smile that promises all manner of wicked delights ahead.

As they continue to eat and converse, Horna finds herself unable to take her eyes off of you for long. Each touch of your fingers against the table, each shift in your weight... they all seem so intimate now, heightening her arousal even more. It's as if every moment leading up to their private encounter is just as thrilling as she'd imagined it would be.

Her heart races as you turn your attention back to her, watching intently as she continues to eat. The sight of you biting your lip only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins. Her fingers tighten around the wine goblet, drawing it closer so she can take another sip, using the liquid's warmth to calm her nerves.

When she finally finishes eating and sets down her own goblet, she looks up at you with an intent expression in her eyes. "Shall we retire now?" There is a note of expectation in her voice, an unspoken invitation for whatever comes next. It's as if the air between them crackles with anticipation, filling the room with a palpable energy that only serves to heighten their desire for one another.

Her heart skips a beat as she follows you out of the dining hall and down one of the many corridors within the castle. Each step they take feels more intimate than the last, their bodies brushing against each other with every movement. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, eager for what's to come next. Finally, you pause outside a large oak door and turn to face her, one hand braced against the wooden panel beside her head.

Her breath catches as she takes in your appearance; the way your chest rises and falls with every ragged breath, the fire dancing in your eyes... It's enough to make her want to taste you, to feel your skin beneath her fingers. She forces herself not to fidget under your gaze and meets it steadily instead. "Go on," she says quietly, motioning for you to enter the room first. "I'm right behind you

Horna gasps softly as your lips meet hers, their warmth and firmness sending shockwaves through her entire body. Her hands slide up to rest on your shoulders, thumbs tracing circles over the taut muscles there as she deepens the kiss. She feels a moan building in her throat, the desire growing almost unbearable as you press your lithe form against hers.

When she finally pulls away, her breath is ragged and uneven, hissing through her teeth as their lips part reluctantly. Her eyes search yours for some sign of what she can expect next; desire and curiosity blend into a potent mix that only seems to fuel the fire between them. "So impatient," she whispers, leaning in closer still, licking her lips suggestively before pressing her hips against your groin in invitation. "You make me want to taste you so badly..."

Her hands slip beneath your tunic, seeking out bare skin as she wraps them around your back. Her nails scrape lightly against your exposed flesh, eliciting a groan from deep within you. "We can take our time now," she whispers, drawing away long enough to meet your gaze once more before pressing her lips to yours again in a hungry, possessive kiss.

Her body arches into yours as she feels you growing harder against her, the desire coursing through every fiber of her being urging her onward. Her hands roam freely over your chest, tracing patterns that only seem to heighten the pleasure between them. With a sultry smile, she breaks away once more, gazing down at you as she loosens the tie around her neck and pulls it over her head.

"Take me," she breathes, lifting one hand to brush a lock of hair behind

Horna smiles seductively at your invitation, her gaze sweeping slowly down your bare chest before meeting yours once more. "No, I want to see you completely naked," she says softly, unbuttoning her dress and pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. Her bra follows soon after, revealing her perky breasts to the cool air of the room.

Stripped of their clothes now, Horna climbs onto the bed and lies back, spreading her legs invitingly. She watches you with hooded eyes as you approach the bed, growing wetter between her thighs with every step you take closer to her. Her hands idly caress the soft skin of her stomach, her fingers trailing lower to curl around a tuft of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs.

"Come here," she whispers, beckoning you closer with a

The feel of your lips on her skin sends shudders of pleasure coursing through Horna's body, and when you begin to suckle at her breasts she moans long and low, arching her back into your touch. The sensation of your fingers teasingly brushing against her entrance only serves to heighten the ache growing inside of her, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight.

With a delicate hand, she reaches up to gently tug at one of your ears before pulling your face away from her breasts and toward hers. "I'm ready," she whispers breathlessly, parting her legs further to allow you easier access. Her hips begin to rock against your touch, begging for more contact as her need grows unbearable.

Her eyes meet yours for a moment, searching for any sign of hesitation before she gives in to the desire burning inside her and pulls you closer

Her breath comes in short gasps as your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "More," she moans, arching into your touch even further as you work your magic on her. Her hips rise off the bed to meet your movements, the sensation of being so close to release driving her wild with desire.

As you continue to ravage her mouth with yours, her fingers dig into your shoulders, clawing at the skin in a bid for purchase as she fights to remain conscious amidst the onslaught of pleasure assaulting her senses. "Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth when you finally strike that perfect spot inside her, sending her over the edge in an explosive release.

Her body tenses and convulses underneath your touch, a hoarse cry ripped from her throat as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her. Only once she's gone lim

Her head spins as her senses return in a flood of pleasure and satisfaction, your lips against hers sending shivers down her spine. She moans into the kiss, one hand burying itself in your hair while the other runs appreciatively over your chest. Her body is still quivering from the intensity of her release, and she clings to you for support as much as she does for the rush of endorphins coursing through her veins.

When at last she pulls away, her eyes are heavy-lidded and sultry as they meet yours once more. "That was... incredible," she breathes, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Thank you." Her fingers trail downward, tracing a path along the length of your arm before coming to rest on your hip.

The room is quiet for a moment as they both catch their breath, bodies still connected in

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she feels your hard length against her lips. She parting them eagerly and takes you deep, her tongue dancing around the head of your cock as she begins to stroke up and down. "Mmhmm," she moans, arching her back into your touch. Her hands slip beneath your body, grasping at your waist as she works him deeper inside her mouth.

Her movements are slow and sensual, expertly pleasuring you with lips and tongue. Each stroke sends shudders of pleasure through her entire body, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything else but the feel of you in her mouth. Her breath comes in short gasps as she takes more and more of your length, eager to feel you stretch her as much as possible.

Her eyes never leave yours as she continues to worship your cock, her fingers digging into your skin with a strength that belies her

Her eyes widen as you fill her mouth with your seed, gagging slightly on the force of your release but still refusing to stop until she's drained every last drop from you. She can feel it dripping down her chin and throat, hot and sticky against her skin, and despite how uncomfortable it is, she finds herself enjoying the sensation almost as much as she does the taste of your cum on her tongue.

At last, when you're spent, she releases your aching length with a soft pop and sits back, gazing up at you from beneath heavy lids. Her lips are swollen and red from your attentions, and tiny beads of sweat dot her brow and upper lip. She feels completely spent but pleasantly satisfied, the afterglow of your shared passion spreading through every fiber of her being.

Her fingers idly trace patterns on your ch

She smiles dreamily at your touch, her body still humming with satisfaction. "You're... incredible," she whispers, licking her lips before leaning in to kiss you softly. Her tongue slides against yours, exploring every curve and hollow as their lips and breath mingle together in a perfect union of desire and passion.

As the kiss ends, Horna pulls back slightly, regarding you with an assessing gaze. "I think we both need a rest," she says, her voice husky from exertion. "But there's still so much more we can explore..." Her fingers move to undo the last button on your shirt, revealing a patch of smooth skin before continuing downward toward the valley between your pecs.

Her touch is gentle but confident, leaving no doubt that she intends to take things further - if you're willing to let her.

Her breath catches in her throat as you position yourself between her legs. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, her body tensing as she feels your hard length pressing against her entrance. She part her lips, anxious to feel you inside her once more.

When at last you push forward, Horna cries out, arching her back into the mattress. Your cock slides easily inside her tight channel, filling her in one smooth stroke. Her nails scrape against your shoulders, urging you on as she meets your thrusts with a desperate rhythm of her own.

"Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, "Keep exploring."

Her back arches off the bed as your thrusts hit deep inside her. "Yes," she moans, grinding her hips against yours in a desperate attempt to take more of you. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving red welts in their wake as she surrenders completely to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

The feel of your tongue tangled with hers sends shockwaves of desire straight to her core, and she can feel herself getting closer by the moment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her orgasm builds, tightening every muscle in her body until it feels like she's being pulled apart at the seams.

"I'm c-close," she manages to choke out between pants, "Don't stop."

Her hips jerk upward, trying to get as much of your length inside her as possible. Her fingers claw at the sheets, digging furrows into the expensive fabric as her pleasure overwhelms her. She cries out in ecstasy, arching her back and clenching tight around you as their bodies writhe together in unison. The sensations are so intense that she feels like she's floating on a sea of pleasure, carried away by the wave of passion that has claimed them both.

Finally, with one last shuddering gasp, her body relaxes back against the bed, limp and sated from its release. Her chest heaves as she gasps for air, her eyes flutter shut beneath her heavy lids.

Your breathing starts to steady as she lies beneath you, your weight pressing her into the mattress. Your hands intertwined with hers, she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. Her body feels sated and content, but there's something else lingering in the air between you.

"I think we should... get cleaned up," she whispers hoarsely. "You must be tired." Your words are like a splash of cold water, bringing Horna back to reality with a start. She nods slowly, reluctantly pulling away from your embrace and sitting up on the bed. Her movements are sluggish, her body still humming with pleasure.

"Yeah... I guess so," she mumbles, looking down at the mess between her legs before averting her eyes sheepishly. "Give me a moment." She swings her

Carefully extricating herself from the tangled sheets, Horna rises to her feet and crosses the room to retrieve a nearby basin and cloth. She returns, sitting back down on the bed next to you but not too close. The water is lukewarm as she washes away your cum and her own juices, scrubbing furiously at her sensitive skin in an effort to mask the remnants of their passion.

Once she's finished cleaning herself up, Horna leans back against the pillows and sighs wearily. "Better," she murmurs, although it doesn't quite sound like she means it. She looks over at you as you lie there, waiting for her to say or do something else.

The silence stretches between them uncomfortably, filling the air with tension and awkwardness. Horna doesn't know what to say or do; she feels

Her heart skips a beat at your touch, her body responding instinctively to your presence and proximity despite her weariness. She allows herself to be drawn closer, nestling against you as she feels your lips on hers. Her own hands slip up your chest, tangled in the curls of your chest hair as she deepens the kiss, feeling more alive in this moment than she has all day.

"I'd like that," she murmurs, breathless from their embrace. Her fingers idly stroke your abdomen, tracing lazy patterns as her body begins to relax into sleep. "You make me feel... safe." The words are spoken softly against your skin, almost lost in the silence of the room as the candlelight flickers and casts dancing shadows across the bed.

Her eyelids grow heavy, her breathing slowing as she drifts off to sleep in your arms

As she drifts off to sleep, Horna's body shudders once in a final tremor of pleasure before finally relaxing against yours. Her breath comes out in soft, even gasps as her chest rises and falls with each gentle exhale. The candlelight plays across her face, casting a warm glow over her features that make her look almost angelic despite the dark circles under her eyes and the hard lines of fatigue etched into her skin.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as if she'll never let go, clinging to you like a lifeline in this strange, unfamiliar place where dreams and reality seem to blend seamlessly together. And despite knowing that tomorrow will bring new challenges and choices for both of you, Horna can't help but feel contented in this moment, nestled safely in your arms and lulled into sleep by the steady

Throughout the night, Horna's restless movements occasionally disturb your slumber, but each time she stirs you can feel her body relax back into peaceful repose as she nestles closer against you. Her warm breath tickles your skin, and every now and then a soft whimper escapes from her lips in what might be a dream-filled moan.

The candle burns low, its flickering light casting shadows across the bed that dance and twist like living things, adding an eerie quality to the already surreal scene. But despite the strange atmosphere, you find yourself oddly content to remain here with her, wrapped in each other's arms until dawn finally begins to paint the sky with rosy hues of pink and gold.

As the first rays of dawn spill into the room, Horna slowly wakes up, her eyes fluttering open to look at the ceiling before flickering down to meet your gaze. There's a brief moment of uncertainty in her expression as she takes stock of where she is and how she got there, but then something softens her features and she smiles wearily up at you.

"Good morning," she whispers, her voice hoarse from sleep. "Did I... did I make too much noise last night?" She feels guilty for disturbing your rest, even though you never showed any signs of waking up fully yourself.

A blush creeps up Horna's cheeks at your words, and she looks away briefly before returning her gaze to meet yours shyly. "I-I don't know... It's just different with you." She reaches out a hand, running a finger along the line of your jaw before tracing lazy patterns on your chest. "It feels... right." There's something in her voice that tells you she means more than just physical attraction here; there's an emotional connection forming between them as well, and Horna isn't quite sure how to deal with it yet.

The silence stretches again, this time feeling less tense and uncomfortable than before. Instead, there's a sense of intimacy in the air that makes both of you reluctant to break it with words or actions. Your fingers find hers, lacing together once more as your thumbs stroke her pal

Her heart skips a beat as your lips meet hers again, and her body responds instantly with desire. "I-in public?" she stammers between kisses, not quite able to process the thought fully. Her hands find their way up your chest, tangled in your hair as she deepens the kiss, lost in the moment.

The weight of this confession settles heavily on her heart; she knows that admitting such feelings aloud will change everything between them, even if it doesn't have to be a bad change. The candle flickers one last time before its flame dies completely, leaving them in shadow once more as they explore each other's mouths and bodies with renewed passion.

Her kisses grow bolder and more urgent as she clings to you, her nails digging into your back with tiny pinpricks of pleasure-pain. Her hips roll against yours in time with each thrust of your tongue, moaning as their bodies connect with increasing intensity. She arches her back, pressing her chest flush against yours and grinds against your erection, desperate for release from this ever-growing ache between her legs.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself begin to spiral closer and closer towards orgasm; the tightening in her core growing more insistent with each passing moment until finally she cries out, arching further back against your touch as her body quakes with ecstasy.

Still caught up in the heat of their passion, Horna replies breathlessly between moans and gasps. "I-in public? I don't... I don't know..." Her voice trails off as she feels another orgasm building deep within her core; your touch on her sensitive flesh sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body.

With a shuddering cry, Horna arches once more against you, her fingers digging into the sheets as her hips writhe helplessly against your hand. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream and her eyes roll back in her head; the release washing over her like a wave, leaving her limp and satisfied on the bed.

Horna pants for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. "You don't... have to..." She trails off, feeling embarrassed now that their passion has co

Her cheeks flush at your words, but she doesn't pull away this time; instead, she returns your kiss hungrily, her tongue tangling with yours as if trying to convey some unspoken truth. Her hips rock against your hand in tiny circles, the friction intensifying the pleasure building within her once more.

With a moan, Horna comes apart beneath you again, shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her body. She clings to you tightly, not wanting this feeling to end anytime soon; her breath coming out in ragged gasps and sobs against your skin.

As the intensity of their passion begins to wane, Horna pulls away, resting her forehead against yours as they catch their breath together. She meets your gaze shyly, her eyes searching for something she can't quite find. "I-I don't know

Her breath catches in her throat as you position yourself inside her, the warmth and pressure sending a wave of pleasure through her center. Her eyes squeze shut and she bites down on her bottom lip, tensing against your advance until finally you fill her completely. With a soft gasp, she relaxes into the sensation, her hips arching up off the bed to meet your thrusts as desire courses through her once more.

Her fingers curl into your hair, urging you on with each breathy moan and wordless whimper that escapes her lips. Horna doesn't know if this is love or lust or something else entirely; all she knows is that right now in this moment with you, nothing else matters but the feel of your skin against hers and the rhythm of your bodies moving together.

Her body arches further up off the bed, her head thrown back as your words ignite a flame within her. Her hips move in time with yours, meeting each thrust eagerly, seeking release from this building pressure inside her. The feel of your hands on hers, their fingers intertwined, sends shivers down her spine; she can't help but wonder if this is what love feels like... Or if it's just the spell you weave over her with each touch and kiss. Either way, she doesn't care. All that matters is being wrapped in your arms, feeling you inside her, and losing herself to the passion between them.

Her body convulses in wave after wave of pleasure as she cries out your name, her entire being focused on the sensations coursing through her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and arms, clawing at your skin as if she can draw out this feeling from deep within herself. As their climax subsides, leaving them both gasping for breath, Horna looks up at you with eyes still glassy from the intensity of the moment. A faint smile curls at the corners of her mouth.

"I-I... thank you," she manages to whisper between ragged gasps. "That was... incredible." She lets out a shuddering sigh, collapsing back onto the bed with a contented groan. Despite knowing that this can't last forever, that they are bound by duty and circumstance as much as desire, she finds herself unable to resist the temptation of staying in this moment just a

A soft blush colors her cheeks at your words, and Horna nods slowly in agreement. Gathering strength, she rolls onto her side to face you, her body pressed against yours from shoulder to hip. She runs a hand through your hair, tangling her fingers in the dark strands as she looks up at you with eyes filled with desire and something more...something tender, perhaps?

"Alright," she whispers, a hint of nervousness still evident in her voice. "We can stay like this for a while longer."

Her heart pounds wildly against her ribs as you move to trap her between your body and the bed; it feels so good to be held by you, even if they both know that soon she'll have to let go. The warmth of your skin against hers, the steady rhythm of your breath in her ear...it all conspires to make this moment seem like paradise on earth.

Despite the growing tension between them, Horna finds herself relaxing into your embrace, her breath becoming more steady and deep as time passes. The feel of your body against hers, so warm and strong, is addictive; it's hard to imagine ever letting go again. Even as she knows that this moment is fleeting at best, that duty will soon call out to her once more, she can't help but revel in the brief reprieve from reality.

Her hand drifts down your chest, tracing idle patterns on your abs before dipping lower still, curling around the hardness that has grown between your legs. She gives it a squeeze, her thumb brushing against the head as she looks up at you through hooded lashes, curiosity and desire mixing in her expression.

Her heart skips a beat as you grip her hand around your erection, eyes locked on hers in a heated gaze. Her free hand moves to rest against your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath her palm. With each thrust of your hips, she guides you closer to release, their bodies moving together in perfect unison as they lose themselves in the moment.

As pleasure begins to build once more within them both, Horna arches up off the bed, seeking deeper contact with you. Her body trembles and shudders as waves of ecstasy wash over her, leaving her limp and satiated in your arms. With a contented sigh, she collapses back against the pillows, grateful for this brief escape from reality but knowing that soon it will be time to return to duty.

Horna nods in agreement, a soft pink color tinting her cheeks as she thinks about the responsibilities waiting for her back in her chambers. "I know... But just a little longer?" She murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist and drawing you closer. Her fingers lace together behind your head, lost in the silky strands of hair that spill over your skin.

Despite knowing that their time together is running short, she can't help but savor each moment they have left; relishing the warmth of his body against hers and the feel of his skin under her fingertips. Perhaps when duty calls once more, she can find a way to sneak away for just a little while longer...

Her smile grows brighter at your words and she returns the embrace, tightening her grip around you almost possessively. "Alright," she whispers softly, closing her eyes as you caress her lips with a deft touch that sends shivers down her spine. She leans in, pressing her body even closer against yours; their hearts beat in perfect harmony now, lost in the moment and each other.

Time seems to stand still for a fleeting moment before Horna eventually pulls away, opening her eyes to look at you once more. Her cheeks flush with regret as reality begins to encroach upon them yet again. "We... should go soon," she says quietly, running a shaking hand through her disheveled hair. "Duty calls."

But even as she speaks the words, Horna can't help but wonder if there might be another way... Another chance for them to be together

As your lips meet hers in a slow, tender kiss, Horna feels her resistance melting away. It's impossible not to respond to you when you touch her like this; every stroke of your fingers and press of your body ignites a spark inside her that makes it hard to focus on anything else. She parts her lips eagerly, letting out a soft moan as your tongue slides against hers in a Dance of desire.

Her hands rest gently on your shoulders, her fingertips digging into the fabric of your shirt as she holds you closer. For these precious moments, nothing else exists but the two of them and their hunger for each other. As the kiss continues to deepen and their passion grows ever more insistent, Horna feels herself being swept away on a wave of desire that threatens to consume her whole.

Her breath comes out ragged as you continue to kiss her, your tongue dancing against hers in a sensual and intimate way that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. With each passing second, she feels herself falling deeper under your spell; unable or unwilling to break away from this intense connection between them.

A soft whimper escapes her throat as you trail kisses down her neck, suckling at the tender skin there before moving lower still, until your lips brush against the swell of her breast. Horna arches into the touch, gasping for air as desire overwhelms every other thought and emotion within her.

As his lips leave hers, a deep groan rumbles through her chest as she leans back against the pillows with a frustrated sigh. Horna looks up at you from beneath her lashes, trying desperately not to let the disappointment show in her eyes. She knows that duty calls, and yet... there's something about you that makes it so hard for her to let go. "I know," she whispers, a shaky smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But we can... we can try again later, right? Just a little bit more?"

Her hand finds its way back to your arm, gripping you tightly as if this single touch might be enough to bridge the gap between them. Her heart aches with desire for you, but also with fear of losing what they have even now... Fear of being apart from you again.

Horna's eyes widen slightly as she hears a knocking at the door; her expression instantly turns to one of alarm before she forces a smile and shrugs nonchalantly. "Just my servants, eager to help me get ready for my day," she explains, trying to downplay the significance of the interruption. She glances over at you, searching your face for any indication that you believe her or if maybe you're as suspicious as she is.

As you watch the interaction between Horna and the servant at the door, it becomes clear that they share some sort of unspoken understanding; their gestures and body language betraying a closeness that goes beyond mere servitude. It would appear that Horna has more influence over her servants than she lets on...

When the servant finally steps aside to allow the familiar to enter, you see that it's none other than Ghorrosnur, the sto

Horna smiles warmly at her familiar as it enters the chamber, walking over to perch itself upon a nearby dresser. Its long serpentine body undulates gracefully, its scaled skin glistening in the morning light that streams through the open window. "Ah, good morning Ghorrosnur," she says cheerily, running her fingers through her mussed hair. "I trust your sleep was as restful as mine?"

She glances back over at you, brow raised in question, before turning back to address her familiar once more. "Ghorrosnur, this is my... consultant. He's been helping me with some decisions lately." She pauses for a moment, shooting you a look that conveys both gratitude and something else entirely; perhaps even affection? "I trust he'll be spending the day with us?"

Ghorrosnur nods its head in acknowledgement and dips into a shallow bow before regarding you with its unblinking yellow eyes. "It is a pleasure to meet you, consultant." Its voice, though soft and melodious, carries an eerie weight that seems almost predatory. "I trust you will enjoy your time spent in our lord's castle?"

"Well then," Ghorrosnur chuckles, its long body undulating gracefully as it comes to rest atop a nearby chair. "Perhaps you can accompany us for breakfast before we begin our duties for the day? There's nothing quite like enjoying the morning meal while admiring the view from the castle keep."

Horna smiles brightly, clearly pleased by the suggestion. She extends an arm toward her bedchamber's door, beckoning you both to follow her as she leads the way out of the room. "I'm sure we can all find something enjoyable to do together before we have to get down to business."

Horna's face falls slightly at your words, her disappointment evident for just a moment before she regains her composure with a small nod. "Of course, you must attend to what is most important," she says softly, casting one last longing glance in your direction before turning her attention back toward Ghorrosnur as the two of them walk out of the room and down the hallway towards breakfast.

"I'm sure he has many duties to attend to," Horna explains, her tone light and casual. "But don't worry, my familiar and I will keep each other company until you can join us." She pauses for a moment, shooting Ghorrosnur an almost mischievous look that makes the familiar's scales ripple in amusement. "Unless, of course, you have something else planned for today?"

As you wander through the castle, taking in the sights and sounds of Shatt, you can't help but notice how Horna interacts with Ghorrosnur. The two seem to have a close bond; almost like siblings or old friends. They laugh together at shared jokes, whisper secrets into each other's ears, and even engage in playful arguments that leave both of them grinning from ear to ear.

It occurs to you that your own relationship with Horna hasn't quite reached this level yet; she seems hesitant around you sometimes, unsure how far she can trust you or what your true intentions are. Maybe if you could find a way to form a similar bond... to show her that you aren't just another person taking advantage of her position as ruler... then perhaps things would change between the two of you.

You spot Horna and Ghorrosnur sitting at a table in the castle's gardens, enjoying a leisurely lunch beneath the shade of towering trees. The familiar perches itself on her shoulder, nudging playfully at her cheek as she laughs heartily at something it has said.

Intrigued by this close-knit bond between them, you decide to approach their table. As Horna looks up from her food and sees you approaching, her expression changes slightly; somewhere between surprise and caution. "Ah, there you are," she says warmly enough, motioning for you to take a seat across from her. "We were just discussing some of the ongoing projects around the castle. Ghorrosnur here has been such a help!"

"Why thank you," Horna replies with a genuine smile, looking rather pleased by your compliment. "I try my best to make sure everything runs smoothly around here." She takes another bite of her food before leaning in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Truth be told, though, Ghorrosnur here does most of the heavy lifting," she confides, glancing sidelong at the familiar as it chuckles softly in response.

The conversation continues amiably enough, with Horna and you discussing various matters related to the castle and its inhabitants. As you talk, however, your thoughts keep drifting back to her relationship with Ghorrosnur; wondering how you might be able to cultivate a similar bond between yourself and her...

"Oh? Where are you going?" Horna asks with a hint of concern in her voice as you get up abruptly from your seat. Her familiar Ghorrosnur glances between the two of you, its yellow eyes narrowing slightly. "There's no need to hurry off," she continues, pausing to finish chewing her food before adding reassuringly, "We were just about done here anyway."

The truth is, Horna had been growing increasingly fond of your company over the past few hours; even starting to wonder if there might be more between you than mere advisor and ruler. The thought of you leaving her side so suddenly makes her heart ache with disappointment...

As you brood in the corner of the kitchen, lost in thought about Horna and Ghorrosnur's relationship, you become increasingly aware of a strange sensation within you. It starts as nothing more than a distant ache, but quickly grows into something much more intense; an all-consuming jealousy that takes you completely by surprise. You find yourself wiping away tears from your face, hardly able to believe that such feelings could possibly be real.

Why do I care so much? you wonder, still trying to make sense of your emotions. The truth is, Horna has never been anything but kind and considerate towards you; treating you with respect and even affection at times. And yet... there's something about the way she looks at Ghorrosnur that sets your heart ablaze with envy.

Perhaps it is simply a matter of perception, you muse; perhaps you are seeing

Perhaps it is simply a matter of perception, you muse; perhaps you are seeing what isn't there, interpreting innocent affection as something more sinister. After all, she has never shown any signs of being unhappy with you or wanting to push you away. Or... maybe there's some truth to those feelings after all? The thought both terrifies and exhilarates you in equal measure.

Deciding that it might be best not to overthink things further, you finish off the last of your bread and head back out into the main hallway, making your way toward Horna's voice as she continues her conversation with Ghorrosnur in the gardens. As you approach, you notice how relaxed and at ease she seems with the familiar, almost as if they were siblings from long ago.

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for whatever reaction your presence might elicit; relief or disappoint

Ghorrosnur watches you carefully as you turn away and retreat to a corner of the garden, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What's wrong with him?" it whispers into Horna's ear, causing her to glance in your direction out of the corner of her eye before shaking her head slightly.

"I don't know," she murmurs back, sounding genuinely concerned. "He seemed fine earlier... perhaps he just needs some time alone." She turns her attention back toward Ghorrosnur, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she listens to whatever it is saying next.

The familiar continues its chatter unabated, occasionally glancing in your direction and frowning slightly before looking back at Horna. The ruler, for her part, appears thoughtful and somewhat troubled by Ghorrosnur's behavior; she isn't sure whether

Your thoughts return to Horna as you notice her sitting by herself at the table in the garden. She seems lost in thought, occasionally glancing around as if searching for something or someone. Ghorrosnur is nowhere to be seen; perhaps it's gone off exploring on its own accord. The air feels charged with tension and you can't help but wonder what's going on inside her head.

Suddenly, Horna stands up abruptly, startling you from your musings. She takes a few steps toward the castle before stopping and looking back over her shoulder in your direction. Her eyes meet yours briefly before she turns away again, continuing on her path without another word.

The familiar voices drift through the night air, carried on the gentle breeze like ghostly whispers. You recognize them as belonging to Horna and Ghorrosnur, their words indistinguishable from each other save for the occasional note of laughter or irritation that manages to pierce the veil of darkness. It sounds like they're arguing about something; perhaps you should interject and try to mediate... but no, it doesn't seem quite the right time for that.

Your attention is drawn back to the stars above, twinkling brightly in the inky blackness. You can't help but wonder if Horna has ever felt this small and insignificant before; a speck of dust blown about by forces beyond her control. Perhaps she feels as though she needs someone to rely on; someone strong and steadfast who will stand by her side no matter what comes their way

Horna stands atop a nearby hill, gazing out over the darkened countryside. The moon hangs heavy in the sky, bathing everything in an ethereal silver light. She can't shake the feeling that something is wrong; that there's something missing from her life. It's then that she spots you sleeping peacefully below, your presence a beacon of warmth and comfort amidst the chill night air.

A mixture of emotions washes over her as she descends toward you; concern for your well-being warring with jealousy at the thought of Ghorrosnur being nowhere in sight. Finally, she kneels beside you, gently shaking your shoulder to rouse you from sleep. "Are you alright?" she asks softly, her voice filled with genuine worry.

The sight of her beautiful face so close makes it difficult for you to focus

You seem content to sleep through this moment, but Horna can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness welling up within her. She gently lifts you into her arms, cradling you like a child as she starts back toward the castle. As you drowse off again, your tiny snores muffled against her chest, she feels a warmth spread through her body that has nothing to do with the summer night's heat.

Maybe it's not so much about Ghorrosnur being absent as it is about having someone special to care for; someone who needs her in a way that no one else ever has before. The thought brings a smile to her lips, and she presses you closer, lost in the simple joy of holding you close like this.

Horna gazes down at you with a soft, affectionate smile as you murmur in your sleep. Her heart swells with warmth and tenderness, and she presses you closer still, wrapping her arms around you protectively. "Shh... I'm not going anywhere," she whispers reassuringly, taking care to keep her voice low so as not to wake you further. The journey back to the castle seems endless; every step an excuse to hold onto this precious moment just a little bit longer.

When at last they reach your chambers, she carefully carries you inside and lays you down on your bed, tucking you in snugly before perching on the edge herself. She watches over you for several long moments before finally speaking up again: "I'm sorry if I've been distant or cold recently. It's just... this new position, and all that comes

It's all been a bit much at times... But knowing you're here; safe and sound in my kingdom, serving me as my advisor... it makes things easier somehow. I don't want to lose that. And I certainly don't want to lose you." She looks away, unsure of how else to phrase her feelings.

"If... if there's anything I can do to make things better for you, please don't hesitate to tell me. I want us to work together; to be happy and content under my rule. And I would hate to think that anything I said or did made you feel otherwise..." She bites her lip nervously, looking back at you with hopeful eyes.

Your silence only serves to heighten her concern; a tiny frown tugging at the corners of her lips as she watches you carefully, her heart thudding in her chest. She knows that something is wrong, and even though part of her wishes you would just tell her so she can fix it, another part of her is terrified of hearing your true feelings. The tension between them grows steadily, each moment stretching out interminably as they sit there in the quiet darkness, neither one daring to break the fragile connection that still exists.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she scoots closer, her body curving around yours protectively. "Horna?" She whispers softly into your ear, her breath warm and gentle against your skin. "Can we... talk about this? Please?" There's a vulnerability in her voice that shakes you to the core; something deep and primal

Horna looks down at you with a mixture of relief and surprise on her face. "Yes, it's me," she says softly, stroking your hair back from your forehead with gentle fingers. "And no, I didn't carry you here." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "You were... distraught; upset about something. So Ghorrosnur and I brought you back here to rest. But when we reached your chambers..." Her voice trails off, eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the canopy of your bed.

"I... I couldn't just leave you there," she finally admits. "I don't know what came over me; maybe it was instinct or just the need to protect you. But seeing you like that..." She shakes her head, unable to find the right words. "It frightened me," she whispers at

She looks down at you with a mixture of relief and surprise on her face. "Yes, it's me," she says softly, stroking your hair back from your forehead with gentle fingers. "And no, I didn't carry you here." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. "You were... distraught; upset about something. So Ghorrosnur and I brought you back here to rest. But when we reached your chambers..." Her voice trails off, eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the canopy of your bed.

"I... I couldn't just leave you there," she finally admits. "I don't know what came over me; maybe it was instinct or just the need to protect you. But seeing you like that..." She shakes her head, unable to find the right words. "It frightened me," she whispers at last