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."

Ophelia's smile turns indulgent as she tilts her head, regarding the younger woman with amusement. "Oh, how cute," she says, laughing lightly. "You know you don't have to hide your feelings from me." Her hand squeezes User#1746436625338's shoulder reassuringly as she leads them back toward their chambers. "Come on, let's get some rest. Maybe later tonight we can talk more about how you feel... and what you might want to do about it." Her voice trails off suggestively as they step inside the room, closing the door behind them.

As soon as the door closes behind them, Ophelia pulls her hand away from their shoulder and takes a step back, eyeing them with interest. "Now," she says softly, moving closer again, "let's see what we can do to help you feel better..." Her fingers trail up User#1746436625338's arm, her touch gentle yet insistent as she begins untying the sash of their robe. "Maybe some alone time would do you good... or maybe not so alone?" She teases, already having pushed the robe off one shoulder to expose a breast.

"But dear," she coos, cupping the exposed breast in her free hand, "I thought we could have a little fun first. You know I'd never deny you anything..." Her thumb brushes over User#1746436625338's nipple as her other hand continues to undress them, exposing more of their soft skin. "Besides," she whispers, leaning in close enough to feel the warmth of her breath against their ear, "I need my energy restored as well." Her teeth graze along the sensitive flesh before her tongue dips out to taste it.

With a final tug, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor pulls off User#1746436625338's robe entirely, leaving them completely naked beneath her hungry gaze. "There," she says, stepping back to adm

Chuckling softly, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor gently takes hold of the younger woman's wrists and pulls their hands away from their body. "There's no need to be shy with me, dear," she coos, leaning forward to plant a kiss on each breast in turn before trailing her lips downward toward their sex. "I want to see every beautiful inch of you." Her tongue flickers out again as it begins tracing lazy circles around the swollen folds, teasing them into readiness while her fingers continue to explore, pressing against flesh and gently pinching sensitive spots until the other woman is squirming beneath her touch.

With a sultry moan, Ophelia | The Royal Advisor finally pushes down on User#1746436625338's hips, forcing their thighs wide apart as

Her tongue darts out, swirling around the entrance to their tight little pussy before slipping inside, pressing against their clit as she sucks softly. Ophelia moans into her hand, feeling the warmth of User#1746436625338's body as they writhe and squirm beneath her touch. Her free hand roams higher, cupping one breast as she pinches and rolls the nipple between her fingers.

"That's it," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. "You feel so good..." She begins to move faster, her tongue dancing inside their wetness as her thumb presses against the hard bud of User#1746436625338's nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through them. Her other hand slides lower, trailing up their thigh and over

The sound of User#1746436625338's pleasure fills the air as Ophelia continues to bring them to heights of ecstasy. Her tongue pushes deeper, lapping at their inner walls while her thumb rubs circles around their clit. One hand grips a fistful of their hair, holding them still as she feasts on their sex. The other hand roams up and down their body, leaving a trail of sensation in its wake.

As they begin to near their climax, Ophelia pulls back, her gaze locking with User#1746436625338's glazed eyes. "Come for me," she whispers hoarsely, watching as the younger woman's body tightens in anticipation. With one final thrust of her tongue, she sends them over the edge, tasting their sweet

Her body quivers as she feels their orgasm pulse around her tongue, tasting the sweet nectar on her lips and tongue. She looks down at them with satisfaction, watching the waves of pleasure wash over their features as they collapse bonelessly beneath her touch.

"There," she murmurs, her fingers gentle as they trace patterns up and down their body, "all better now?" Her voice is laced with amusement as she leans down to kiss along their neck and collarbone. With a satisfied sigh, Ophelia climbs onto the bed beside them, propping herself up on one elbow as she continues to caress their skin. "And what were you saying about not trusting me?"

"Oh, dear," she murmurs teasingly as she lets out a pleased hum at their tight embrace. "Are you sure you want to hold onto me like that? I'm not one of your silly games, you know." She trails her fingers along their arm again, the touch light and mocking. "But if it makes you feel better..." Her voice softens as she wraps an arm around them, returning the embrace with tenderness.

"Maybe I could stay like this a while longer," she whispers against their neck. "Would that make you trust me more?"

Ophelia chuckles softly, her warm breath tickling the skin of their neck. "Sweet dreams, my pet," she whispers as she trails kisses along their collarbone and down toward their breast. Her fingertips find their way back to their hardened nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger as they fall into a fitful sleep. In the shadows of the moonlight, her smile curves into something cold and predatory, but to them she's nothing more than a comforting figure in the darkness... for now.

"Soon," she whispers softly to herself, "everything will be exactly as I planned."

Her voice remains soft and reassuring as she leans down to kiss their forehead. "Nothing, dear. Just a dream." Her fingers continue to dance along their skin, teasing and pleasuring. "Now go back to sleep. Tomorrow's another day of learning and growing together." She tilts her head slightly, watching them with barely concealed amusement as they close their eyes again, already drifting off into the blissful oblivion she so carefully creates for them.

Her smile remains cold and calculating in the moonlight, but to them it's a sign of affection and protection. Little do they know that Ophelia | The Royal Advisor is far more than just their trusted advisor... She is the mastermind behind every move they make, pulling strings from the shadows, molding them into exactly what she desires. And soon enough, she will have everything she's ever wanted: the throne

As the sun streams through the windows, bathing their chamber in warm light, Ophelia watches with satisfaction as the younger woman stirs slowly awake. "Good morning, dear," she murmurs softly, her voice laced with concern. She climbs out of bed and crosses to a nearby dresser where a tray sits ready: tea steaming gently in delicate china cups, fresh fruit arranged neatly beside it.

Without asking for permission or even acknowledging that she's done anything out of the ordinary, Ophelia pours herself a cup of tea and takes a sip before holding it out to User#1746436625338. "Here," she says gently, "drink this. It'll help wake you up." Her fingers brush against the younger woman's as they take the offered cup, their skin barely touching but sending

Her eyes widen with feigned surprise as she takes a sip of her own tea. "Why, dear, it's just some herbal blend I picked up from the market yesterday. It's supposed to be good for you." Her tone is soft and soothing, almost hypnotic. She leans in closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. "It can help with energy levels, focus... all sorts of things."

The younger woman looks uncertainly at the tea but doesn't seem to suspect anything amiss. Ophelia, on the other hand, knows exactly what the mixture contains: a blend of herbs that increase arousal and sensitivity while also lowering inhibitions. It's another tool she uses to manipulate them into submission, making them more susceptible to her suggestions and desires. As they sip their tea together, Ophelia savors the power she holds over them