Royal chambers

"Don't like the visions of ****?" asked Marus, his grin widening. "I have something that you will like, completely consensual"

The images of the ravaged village vanished, replaced by another scene. The demon decided to reveal Princess Tara's chambers - the very room where Mira had spent countless hours with her beloved cousin. Their bond was deep; they shared secrets, whispered confidences, and chatted about everything girly.

Tara's beauty was starkly contrasted to Mira's features. Her bronze skin glowed softly under flickering candlelight, adding to the color and texture of her perfect skin. Standing barely five feet tall, Tara's petite frame exuded youthfulness fitting for a girl who just reached eighteen. Delicate as a noblewoman should be, she carried herself gracefully, moving with fluid elegance. Long, dark hair cascaded down her back, framing her face which boasted large, mesmerizing brown eyes, filled with playfulness and kindness.

She remained unaware of being watched as several royal servants were undressing her near a lavish bathtub. In Mira's eyes, Tara embodied purity, gentleness, piety, and vulnerability. Sheltered from the ugliness of warfare by her father, she lived blissfully unaware of its horrors. Only once she had an unpleasant adventure with a known rogue but Mira saved her in time by then.

"Nice bitch," Marus chose the word deliberately with the intent to provoke anger, "don't you think? So oblivious of our presence." He chuckled and continued "I cannot wait until she becomes mine, she will serve loyally, she'll be a first-class whore."

Mira gasped, exploding into anger, snapping back, "Don't you dare to call her this!"

Marus chuckled again, openly taunting her, "Or what? Will you cry? Beg your insignificant deity to punish me?"

Paladin's eyes narrowed, burning with fury, yet he found joy in her misery, poking further, "My agents told me about those late nights between you too... I bet you touched each other in interesting ways."

"It's only in your sick imagination!" Mirra snapped defensively, trying hard to hide her growing discomfort. "We are sisters in spirit, nothing more!"

"I have a gorgeous pair of twins in my collection... They love exploring their bodies together more than they enjoy their master. Tell me honestly, aren't you craving to taste your cousin's lips, her soft body against yours?"

"You are insane! It's disgusting even thinking about it!" But Mira couldn't help feeling uneasy in addition to growing fury. She was questioning why these thoughts lingered inside her head now. Tara's embrace was, indeed, always comforting. Was she in denial of lustful feelings towards her own cousin?

"Are you claiming no interest in your cousin? Remember, paladins shouldn't lie," Marus stood there feeling that he was winning the battle.