Stand before Her Majesty.

Sir Bresker escorts you into the main chamber, and once again, the queen sits upon the throne with an elegant confidence. Already standing near her is the witch Vivi, and as you approach, the knight gives you a supportive slap on the shoulder and gestures you forwards. You approach, and stand next to your companion as the two of you return the gaze of Queen Catherine II, which despite your interactions with her, still makes you feel nervous.

Her red-painted nails slide back through her beautiful black curls as she readjusts her gold circlet--finely tailored, black and dark red dress shifting up her sultry noble figure. Just like always, her outfit is even decorated with tiny gemstones along the trim, and said dress is cut all the way up to her thigh on the left side. She rests her hands back down on the armrests of the throne--rings of gold sparkling off the light from magic lanterns that line the halls. The ruby wolf head pendant rests snugly upon her cleavage--a symbol representing all within the Empire of Tivera, yet you feel like you shouldn't be staring regardless. She lifts one of her bold red heels up to cross one leg over the other, giving you a clear view of her creamy left thigh now squishing over the other. When she opens her crimson painted lips to speak, any murmuring in the room comes to a hush.

She raises one hand into the air. "Kyle Warren, the noble adventurer from Avana. Vivilia, the mysterious witch from the woods. I called you both here together for one reason. To thank you both for serving the royal family. Kyle, you were tasked with a duty that should not have fallen upon you, yet you accepted it, and accomplished it. Not only that, but you went above and beyond, taking down an intruder and therefore saving my life and that of my subjects. Vivilia, if it wasn't for your knowledge of the arcane, the intruder may not have been caught at all. I owe the both of you greatly."

"It wasn't anything special." Vivi looks uncomfortable. "Really. Anyone could have done it."

"Nonsense. Your modesty is not needed here, but it is appreciated. The least I can do is grant the two of you honorary titles within my empire."

The queen stands up and walks towards Vivi. She then opens her hand to reveal a silver ring. Upon first glance, it looks simple and mundane, though when you get a closer look, you can see that the two thin bands making up the ring shape intricately into the body of two wolves interconnecting. It's subtle, but effective if one knows what to look for. It's a signet ring that won't get you mugged on the street for wearing it.

She takes Vivi's hand, and then she carefully slides it over one of her fingers. She then takes the girl's chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilts her head up to meet her gaze, and they stare at one another for a moment.

"You are an interesting woman. I know little about you, yet you're more knowledgeable than you put on. I would be honoured to knight you the title of Lady Vivilia of Tivera," the queen says. "Do you accept?"

"I g-guess."

You're taken by surprise from what happens next, but strangely enough, nobody else in the room is at all. The queen plants her lips against Vivi's for a tender kiss. The witch's face turns pink in response. Soon after, she pulls away and takes a step back.

"Then you shall be. The ring I have given you proves this fact."

Next, the queen steps up to you. You're not quite short as Vivi is, so she meets your gaze at an even level. You feel the tickle of her nails slide over your cheek and around the side of your neck, and you start to get just as flustered as she nears your face. You can feel the warmth of her breath against your chin, and she smells strongly of flowers on a warm, spring day. Instead of giving you a ring, she starts to speak.

"You have granted me your aid on more than one occasion. Now that you've saved both my and the royal family, I would be honoured to knight you the title of Sir Kyle Warren of Tivera. Do you accept?"

"Yes."

Just like she did before, she moves in for the kiss. Her lips press against yours, and you hear a quiet, joyful noise escape through her nose--a pleased sigh. It lingers for a moment, and you feel her tongue slowly slip into your mouth and stroke over the tip of yours. Though just as quickly, she retreats it back and hovers her mouth back over yours for a moment before moving away.

"Then you shall be," she says softly.

Your cock twitches, though it probably wouldn't be best to pop a boner in the throne room. "Should I have a ring too?" you ask.

"You should. I wish to speak with you further once this meeting has concluded, and I will grant you one then." She turns to address her men. "That is all for this morning. Return to your regular duties at once."

Through the hustle and bustle of the moving guards, the queen makes her way off.

Vivi approaches you among the storm of footfalls thumping around the throne room. "Hey, Kyle. This kind of place is definitely not my element. I'm done here anyway, so I think it's time for me to head out." She opens her hand to appreciate her new piece of jewellery. "The ring is nice at least."

"I'll see you around, Vivi. Thanks again. Not for the first thing you did, but..."

"You're still mad about that?"

"Of course I am!"

"You'll get over it," she says as she makes her way towards the door.

Before you can stew on your frustration, the corner of your eye catching Sir Bresker approach. He gives you a smile and a thumbs-up.

"Good job," he says.

"Thanks. So is that tradition, kissing someone to knight them?"

"Of course it is. The queen gives the one she knights a quick kiss on the lips to signify a bond and a trust. I see you're new to this world."

"Excuse me?"

"Apologies. I didn't mean to assume. You just seem like the kind of man that hasn't touched much on the world of nobility and royalty. Not that it's a bad thing, of course. Not everybody knighted should be a noble."

"Oh. That's what you mean. Yeah, you're not wrong. So just a quick kiss, huh? No tongue?"

"That's quite an inappropriate joke, Sir Warren! But perhaps my sense of humour has dulled. This might be what I'm missing after all. Anyway, I must attend to my duties. When the queen calls for you, please don't keep her waiting. She's kind and cares much for her people, but she isn't a patient woman. Give her what she desires."

Once again, he salutes and heads off, leaving you on your own.