You almost break the young man.

You find the young prince of Deni speaking with his mother with distress in his voice. “How close are they?” Ceno asks with a fearful expression, “Is Dad safe, the capital?”

“It’s fine, Ceno,” Resia is calming her son, “Your father has already called everyone back behind the city walls and has scouts tracking their movements.”

“Is everything alright?” You ask as you walk up to them.

Resia pauses, giving you a reassuring smile as you join them, “It’s fine little Xira,” somehow, the woman's motherly tone does not annoy you, “We've just learned that our scouts have spotted a large group of raiders near Deni.” Her strong hand reaches out to grip your forearm in greeting as she speaks. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, nor is there anything you can do about it with your people’s current state. We’ll just move all of our valuables into a safe place and try to make Masson look like a more viable target.”

“I’m sure Masson will appreciate that,” you say a little dryly. You have mixed feelings about Deni sending their trouble on to Masson. On one hand, it seems a little unfair, but the arrogant kingdom has given Deni nothing but grief, but on the other hand you are the hair of Masson if you chose to take it once Thanos passes, of course. You would have mentioned something to Resia about it, but you weren't entirely sure if she knew about your heritage. Laoda and Ceno both told you to be careful as to who you revealed your parentage to, but at the same time, she didn't specify who you should reveal the information to. One thought was to tell Atheas she was your mother's shield sister, so she probably already knew. But at the same time, you had no idea how she would react to you knowing about your father's identity.

“Oh, Masson can handle it,” said Resia dismissively, “Unlike us, they actually have a standing army. They can take on a few raiders. But enough talk of our troubles, you have more pressing concerns.” With that, she gives her son a quick poke with her elbow, who you suddenly realize is staring at you with bulging eyes as he takes in your sexy appearance.

You smile warmly at the handsome prince of Deni as he is shaken from his trance. You can practically hear his powerful heart pounding under his fine robes as he struggles to compose himself. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Orithyia shaking her head at you while Thea and Anao pose provocatively to give the young prince something else to drool over. Even your guards, in their polished armor, are eyeing him with a mixture of power and longing while poking out their chests to teas the poor boy.

You can't help but giggle at your entourage as they at least try to lure his eyes towards the more sensual parts of their bodies, and while their postering does attract his attention, his eyes always fall back to you. You smile at him lovingly when you realize that his longful gazes are almost strictly for you, despite the large number of beautiful women standing beside you. You reward him by posing as well, starting by running one of your strong hands over your firm tan thigh, then running your findings through your dark hair. As you teas him with your body, you slowly bat your eyes and give him a look that all but purrs "I love you" to the blushing boy.

“Uh…hey girls,” Ceno finally gets out with a great deal of difficulty.

“Hey, Ceno,” you, Thea, and Anon reply in soft, seductive voices.

Orithyia snorts under her breath at the playful display before her while Laoda and Resia chuckle at Ceno’s misery, if one could call it that. As the young man chokes and blushes before you, you and Thea exchange a knowing smile before approaching your old friend with a slight sway in your hips.

Thea moves to his left and lightly trails her long fingers over his shoulders. “You're right Xira, he has gotten bigger since we last met,” the blonde purrs playfully against his neck. “So strong…so firm.”

Then you do the same on his right, though with a bit more finesse than Thea, as by now you know all of the Ceno's sweet spots. “You should see his sword,” you purr, running your nails over the back of his neck, “It’s so thick and sharp.” You can’t help but giggle in a most undignified way as the young man’s beautiful blue eyes rolled into the back of his head while your nails teased his sweet spots. The young Nordic merchant lord is putty in your hands, and you love every minute of it.

Next, Anon approaches him and places her hands on his chest. The young man stiffens awkwardly and stares down at the mature woman with bright eyes. “Mmmm, Prince of Deni,” she whispers softly, “I can’t thank your kingdom enough for allowing my Valkyries to build our fort in your hills,” she leans in so close to his trembling lips that they were almost kissing, “If the prince needs anything from us all he need do is ask.”

With that, Ceno was finally able to wiggle from your grasp. “That…uh…that won’t be necessary,” he chokes out in a pained gasp. As Ceno readjusts his clothing, you and your sisters smirk at how flustered he had become. “Shall…” he pause to clear his throat, “Shall we go?”

“Of course,” you smile innocently while you and Thea reestablish your previous positions beside him and loop your arms around his. He doesn’t actively do anything to stop you, but the poor young man drops his head and avoids eye contact with either you or Thea.

“Oh, relax, young prince,” said Laoda with a coy smile, “Look at it this way. As a young and handsome merchant prince with a literal army of beautiful women at your beck and call, it’s sure to raise your standing among the other nobles in the United Armies.”

“That’s not the only thing they are raising,” he said, shifting his legs uncomfortably.