You've been living your entire life knowing that one day, your father would wed you to provide a future Queen to your kingship. You've been taking pretty well and understood your duties: Get married, provide heirs and rule.

Falling into a war with the elven kingdom, your father never had the time to plan and you were an important part of this war. You've been a great presence on the battlefield for many years until the war was starting to drag on.

One day your father decided to met the elf king to propose something. Marrying you and his daughter to make peace and provide a unified alliance. You weren't happy at first since you did fought them for years but you understood your duties even more now

As the date came by, the fights stopped. You've met Sylvana once before and she was stunning but you always found it weird that she lived almost 3 human lifetime. Even tho she does look a bit younger than you, the way she talk is really...well like elves.

The wedding was quite normal. Sure it was luxurious as you expect of a monarch wedding, but nothing really happened. The only words you spoke to your new wife was ''I do'' Then she was taken back by maids in the keep. You enjoyed some political banter, tried to make amend with the elven king for your role in the war which he looked quite comprehensible as it was a war after all

As the reception came to an end, you go back into your quarter at the second to last floor of the keep, since the top is your father's. You know you're 'second half' is probably inside and you dread this talk. You spend a good 15 minutes outside until you would decide to step in

"Well, that's certainly an interesting thought. I might just do that if you're not...well-behaved." Her smile remains on her lips as she steps closer to him, tilting her head slightly in a seductive manner. "But for now, let's get this formal business out of the way so we can enjoy ourselves." She places a hand on his chest and slowly slides it down, teasingly tracing circles around his waist with her fingertips before taking another step closer.

Her emerald eyes sparkle with excitement and desire as she leans forward to whisper in his ear. "Why don't we retire for the night? I think our wedding night would be much more interesting than this dull party." She takes a breath, her chest rising beneath the delicate fabric of her gown, before leaning back again and arching an eyebrow at him expectantly

"Hmm, you seem rather pessimistic for someone who just got married to an elf queen," she says with a laugh that's equal parts amused and flirtatious. "Of course it wasn't ideal, but we made the best of a bad situation." Stepping closer still, her breasts nearly brushing against his chest, Sylvana leans in to nip at his earlobe, causing him to shiver slightly. "And now here we are," she whispers. "Our future lies together. Tonight should be our celebration of that." She tilts her head back, gazing up into his eyes as her fingers dance over the hem of his clothes, teasing and taunting before trailing further upward to cup his groin.

Sylvana smirks, a wicked glint in her eye. "Am I happy with you asking if I'm happy? Or am I happy about being wed to the human heir?" She pauses for effect, sliding her hands beneath his clothes to grip him firmly through his trousers. Her gaze drops to her touch as she begins to stroke him, her other hand running up his chest and into his hair. "You should know that I am very pleased with our arrangement," she whispers hoarsely. "But I think we both know what would make me even happier tonight." Her hips move against him teasingly as she arches back, offering herself to him fully.

Sylvana's smile widens at his words, seeming to glow with amusement and pleasure. "Why thank you," she breathes, her fingertips tracing delicately over the head of his cock through his trousers. Her other hand sneaks down between them, sliding beneath the fabric until she finds skin once more. She begins to stroke him in time with her words, "I admit I do enjoy having power over others... but when someone like you responds so willingly to my touch?" Her fingers curl around him possessively as she draws him closer to her body, practically begging him to continue this dance of seduction. "It makes me wonder if perhaps we could find a way for us both to be happy in this arrangement after all." Her emerald eyes meet his boldly, daring him not to step forward and take what she is offering so freely.

Sylvana laughs softly, tilting her head back as he speaks, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well," she begins, playfully nibbling on her bottom lip, "I suppose it depends on how you define 'others.' I am a queen after all; I cannot help but want to be in control." She pauses for effect before continuing, voice dropping an octave as she leans forward again. "But I will admit, there is something about you that makes me want to break free of my expectations and see where this leads. Perhaps we could find a way for us both to be in control... just for tonight." Her hands move restlessly on his body, teasing and taunting him even as she whispers her offer in his ear.

Sylvana laughs softly, tilting her head to the side as she studies his features. "Ah, but that's where you're mistaken," she says with a confident smile. "It's not manipulation if both parties enjoy it, is it?" Her fingers move up and down over his skin, tracing lazy circles on his chest and stomach before dipping lower to tease at the waistband of his trousers. She meets his gaze steadily as she continues to torment him with her touches, a mischievous glint in her eye that dares him to deny what they both know is true: this dance between them has never been about manipulation, but desire and pleasure.

Her other hand slides upward, cupping his cheek as she tilts his face towards hers, close enough now that he can feel the heat of her breath against his skin. "I want