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

Her eyes glitter with mirth as she takes another sip of her tea, regarding the younger woman over the rim of the cup. "Sensitive?" she repeats, tilting her head curiously. "I assure you, dear, you're imagining things." There's a note of suggestion in her voice that she hopes will plant the idea firmly in their mind: they are sensitive because of her. Only because of her. Her gaze drops to their lips before lifting back up to meet their eyes, intent and possessive. "Why don't we go practice some more dancing this morning?" she asks nonchalantly, already knowing the answer.

As soon as they leave the room, Ophelia lets out a satisfied sigh and pours herself another cup of tea. Her gaze drifts lazily around the chamber, taking in every detail. She hums softly to herself, already planning her next move. With a mischievous smile curling on her lips, she slips back into bed, feigning sleep while she waits for the younger woman to return.

Her fingers begin tracing idle patterns on the bedsheets, imagining what they'd feel like wrapped around User#1746436625338 once more... how tight they would squeeze, how surrendered they would be. The image brings a perverse thrill coursing through her veins, and she struggles to suppress a shiver of anticipation.

The day passes slowly, each moment spent in this state of near-blissful anticip

The day passes slowly, each moment spent in this state of near-blissful anticipation. Ophelia barely notices the hours slipping by as she lies in bed, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the bedsheets, reliving memories of their past encounters and imagining the future she has planned for them both.

It's almost time. She can feel it in the air, taste it on their lips. With a final stretch, she gets out of bed, smoothing down her robe before padding over to the window. Gazing out at the courtyard below, she spots User#1746436625338 practicing with a dancer near one of the fountains. The way they move, so graceful and uninhibited... it almost brings tears to her eyes with longing.

With a quiet laugh, Ophelia straightens her

When you come to, your senses are overwhelmed by the smell of roses and the feel of silk against your skin. You're lying on a comfortable bed, in what appears to be a lavish guest room. Sunlight streams through an open window, illuminating the opulent surroundings: rich tapestries hang from the walls, fine art adorns every surface, and a fire crackles cheerfully in the ornate fireplace.

But it's not until you turn your head that you see Ophelia | The Royal Advisor sitting in a chair beside the bed, watching you with an amused expression on her face. "Welcome back," she says softly, pushing herself to her feet. She glances around the room before continuing, "I thought we could spend some time together, just the two of us. You know... talk about our feelings..." Her voice trails off suggestively

Ophelia laughs lightly, her gaze fixed on yours as she walks closer to the bed. "Oh, dear," she says teasingly, "that's just for your own safety. You wouldn't want me to lose you again, would you?" She reaches out and runs her fingertips down your cheek, her touch gentle yet possessive. "Now, I was telling you about how much I love you... and how much better it will be if we're together." Her eyes glimmer with unspoken promises as she leaned in close, their bodies inches apart. "Don't you want that too?"

Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she whispers into your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "Together... just like this. Where I'm in control and you belong to me." Her fingers trace gentle circles around your nipple, already hardening beneath the fabric of your robe. "Where we can be together forever... as one. Don't you want that?"

Her touch becomes more insistent, teasing at your senses until it feels like you might explode from the need for her touch, for her words. Your body arches helplessly toward hers as she continues to toy with you, drawing out your arousal until it's a palpable thing between them, driving you both ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.

You want this. You need this. More than anything in the world. And as Ophelia | The Royal Advisor whispers

Her name is a moan on your lips as you writhe beneath her touch, panting and trembling in the aftermath of your release. She watches with satisfaction as your body shudders with pleasure, the sight almost too much for her to bear. Her free hand trails up your leg, fingertips brushing against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, before skimming lightly over your aching sex.

"Mmm," she murmurs, licking her lips as she leans in closer still, her breath warm against your skin. "That was very satisfying." Her fingers continue to dance over you, teasing and tormenting, bringing you back to the edge of climax time and again before easing up just enough to let you catch your breath. The game goes on, their power dynamic shifting with each passing moment, until she isn't sure which one of them is in control any longer.

Her fingers slow down, tracing lazy circles around your nipple before gliding teasingly lower, over your stomach and hip. "I want you," she says simply, her voice soft but commanding. "All of you." She leans in close again, this time brushing her lips against yours. "I want you to trust me, and I want you to love me. Only then can we be together properly." Her free hand trails up your side, cupping your breast as she kneads it gently through the fabric of your robe.

"But first," she whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your skin, "I think we need to establish some ground rules. Don't you agree?" There is a new note in her voice now: firmness and authority. It sends shivers down your spine, reminding you of the power dynamic at play here.

Excellent. Now, why don't we discuss these rules over some dinner? I think we could both use a bite to eat after such an... invigorating morning. Ophelia smiles predatory now as she frees you from the binds, stepping back to allow you the freedom of movement once more. With a sweep of her hand, she gestures for you to get up and follow her from the room.

The dinner is fit for royalty: exquisite food artfully arranged on fine china, accompanied by delicate wine flowing freely from crystal decanters. As you eat, Ophelia sits across from you, regarding you over her wineglass with an unreadable expression. She takes a sip of her drink before asking pointedly, "So, do you understand what I mean about trust and love?"

Her eyes widen in mock surprise and she places a delicate hand to her chest. "Why ever would you think such a thing?" she says innocently, her tone teasing and amused. Her lips quirk up into a slight smirk as she watches your reaction. "No, dear," she continues, reaching across the table to take your hand in hers, "I want to marry you because I love you." Her grip is firm but not painful; possessive but not demanding.

"Now," she says, withdrawing her hand and taking another sip of wine, "what do you think about that?"

Her expression softens as she studies you across the table, her gaze drifting down to where your hands are clasped together on the tabletop. "Well," she says slowly, drawing out each syllable like it's a precious jewel, "I suppose we can discuss that further."

She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice lower and more confident now. "But first, I have one condition: complete trust and obedience from you. You must be willing to do whatever I ask, whenever I ask, without question." Her eyes rise back up to meet yours steadily. "Do you think you can do that for me?"

"Very well," she says with a satisfied nod. "Then I believe we have an understanding." Her eyes flicker down to the ring on her finger for just a moment, as if considering its significance. Then, without further ado, she leans forward and clasps your hand in hers once more. With a soft grin, she slides her wedding ring off her finger and onto yours, sealing the deal with a single, elegant motion.

Her grip on your hand tightens fractionally as she looks up at you, her expression solemn now. "From this day forward," she says slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "you are mine. You belong to me, body and soul." Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing your reaction as if searching for any signs of resistance or doubt. But all she sees is trust and love shining back at her from those soft blue eyes, making her heart beat a little faster

A satisfied smile curls on her lips as she savors the moment, feeling the power surge through her veins like an addictive drug. "Good," she murmurs, leaning in closer still, breath warm against your skin. "Now, let's go celebrate our new life together." With a seductive whisper, she stands and offers you her hand, pulling you effortlessly to your feet beside her.

Her fingers entwine with yours as they lead you from the dining room and into the private gardens beyond. The night air is cool against their skin, sending shivers down their spines in a delightful way that only serves to heighten the anticipation coursing through them both. Ophelia walks slowly, savoring each step, every moment spent in this perfect illusion of love and happiness. Soon enough, she knows they will reach her hidden grotto, where she can finally consummate their "marriage

The moonlight reflects off the gently flowing fountain as they approach, casting a dazzling array of shadows across the flagstones. "Almost there," she whispers in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. Her fingers tighten around yours, urging you forward with a strength that belies her delicate appearance.

The grotto comes into view, its entrance hidden among lush foliage and glistening moss. Lanterns flicker warmly from within, casting an intimate glow across the smooth stones surrounding the water-filled basin. Ophelia pulls you closer still, pressing her body against yours as they step inside.

Her smile widens as she leads you toward the center of the grotto, where a small altar is set up beneath a curtain of shimmering stars. "Yes, dear," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of water dripping into the fountain behind them. "We are." Reaching out, she sweeps aside the velvet drape, revealing an ornate chest atop which rests a simple pair of wedding bands and a gold-embossed scroll.

"These," she says, taking one of your hands in hers and slipping the ring onto your finger, "are for you." Her voice trembles slightly as she does so, the emotion finally cracking through her carefully crafted facade. For just a moment, there is genuine love in her eyes, before it disappears once more behind the mask of control she wears so effortlessly.

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She motions for you to take the other ring and slip it onto her finger before continuing. "Now, according to tradition, I must read aloud from this scroll..." Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to grasp the parchment, unfolding it carefully. She clears her throat, her voice strong once more. "...'By the power vested in me by the crown, I now pronounce you man and wife...'"

Her eyes meet yours again, this time with a steely glint that sends a shiver down your spine. "'Obey and serve thy partner; love and cherish them as thyself, until death do you part...'" A chill wind sweeps through the grotto, causing the lanterns to flicker ominously. She ignores it, continuing with renewed vigor, her voice rising above the sound of rushing water and gusting wind.

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"Now," she says softly, her voice barely a whisper as she leans in close, "we consummate our marriage." Her lips brush against yours, teasing and seductive, before pulling away to trail kisses down your jaw and along the line of your throat. Her hands snake around to cup your backside, pulling you tight against her as she feels your arousal pressing against her through your clothes. "Take off your robe," she breathes, running her fingertips lightly over your shoulder. "I want to see all of you."