Yes!

"Yes!" Aisha blushes as she realizes that she's shouting. "I mean, yes. Uh, yes." Her voice goes a bit quiet, and she seems to be trying to shrink, maintaining eye contact with me as she does. "...yes..."

She turns her head to look into my eyes. I smile at her, and plant a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Oh, and one extra part of our deal."

"Anything."

I hesitate for a moment. She seems quite **** for this - I'll need to talk with her later to make sure she's able to calm herself down a bit.

"If you ever feel the same way you felt today, come find me and tell me you need to talk." I tighten my hug, resting my chin on her shoulder. "You shouldn't have to deal with those kinds of emotions alone."

She smiles at me. It's honestly the most genuine smile I've seen from her - or anyone on this planet so far.

"D... does today count?"

The question catches me off-guard. "Huh?"

"Do I get a reward for cleaning today?"

I smile sadly at her. "Let's start that tomorrow, okay? We shouldn't rush into things." She pouts a little, and I can't help but find it adorable. "But, if you'd like, we can cuddle whenever you want, starting tonight."

She seems shocked by that. "R-really?"

"Yes, really."

Her blush, which had just started to fade, returns with a vengeance. "C... could you cuddle with me tonight?"

Gah, she's so cute! Against my better judgment, I give her a chaste peck on the cheek. She shivers at the touch, and I'm glad that I did.

"Of course, my Princess."

She giggles a little, and my heart melts as she leans back against me.

I quickly roll my eyes, however, as I immediately feel her trying to push her butt a bit more firmly against my crotch.

Instead of calling her out on it, I slowly remove myself from the bed. She pouts, but quickly refocuses as I approach the destroyed photograph. "Is there a way to fix this?"

"Y-yes, but... my mom would probably find out about it."

I nod, and after going into one of the drawers we organized, I quickly pull out a handkerchief.

I carefully place all the pieces of wood, glass, and photograph on the fabric, and tie it into a small pouch. "Then we'll tell her about it."

"Wha- really? But... she's going to hate me..."

I quickly approach her, and place my hands on her cheeks, gently forcing her to look me in the eye.

"Your mother loves you more than anything." I rub a dried tear off of her cheek. "She would go to war for you."

"B...but we don't have wars anymore..."

"It's a figure of speech," I explain. I consider telling her about how we both may have been lied to about the topic of war, but I decide not to. It may be a bit too much for her, after all this.

Plus, given that I haven't seen past the filter yet, myself, I'm not entirely sure how much of a lie that actually is.

So, for now, I just pull her into a hug. She stands from the bed to move into the embrace.

After a few moments, I pull away from her and pick up the handkerchief containing the broken picture. "Come on - let's go talk to your mom. I'm sure she'll be happy to know that you cleaned."

I walk towards the door and quietly unlock it, but she stays rooted in front of her bed. I look to her with a frown.

"Do...do you think she'll... give me back internet access?"

I hold out my hand for her with a small smile. "One step at a time."

She nods, and joins me at the door. I can't help but look her over. Combined with her delicious cleavage, and the wonderful swell of her ass and thickness of her thighs, her somewhat nervous and sad expression makes me want to just lock the door again, push her onto her bed, and kiss her for hours. Just kiss her, and touch her, until all she can do is smile.

I take a deep breath to calm myself. She looks at me from the corner of her eyes, and I swear there's a little smirk playing across her lips.

Uuuggghhh, why did I have to come up with the reward system!?

I open the door for her, and can't help but watch as she leaves. I shake my head and **** myself to focus.

I quickly thank the guard standing post at her door before we make our way to the Queen's chambers.