Ending - Cecily

The sun dips low over the spires of the capital, casting long, golden shadows across the stone balcony where you and Cecily sits. Your eyes are fixed on the courtyard below. There, your eldest son, the Crown Prince, walks alongside Mother Elena, showing signs of being in love. The nun’s gait is heavy with the weight of the Prince’s child, yet she walked with her head held high, an advisor and a lover in one, navigating the delicate balance that Cecily herself had helped codify into the law of the land.

A soft footfall announced the arrival of Sara. The elder woman, now a matriarch in her own right, took a seat beside Cecily in front of you without needing an invitation. "He looks like his you when he watches her," Sara remarks to you.

"I'm sure you're the one offering the shared bed to me," you reply.

"What I can agree is he has the same hunger, but thanks to the traditions we set, he will never have to starve for affection or for truth. He has his sanctuary."

"I'm just worried that he wants Eleana so much that he'd rather marry her instead," Sara say

"Don't worry," Cecily reply calmly. "She is like you."

"Like a succubus," you reply as you're getting up.

"Where are you going, your Majesty?" Cecily asks.

"To bed. Like my son, I have that hunger after all."