Hear a knock at the door.

Your head quickly turns to the sound of knocking.

"Come in," the queen instructs.

Two middle-aged women wearing fancy black suits walk in with a platter resting upon each of their right gloved hands. There are a few different bottles and glasses amongst them. When they spot you, they look surprised. They almost jump. Though they continue around the room to stand behind you and the queen, and they look to her politely.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. Which glass and wine would you prefer today? I have--"

"Two glasses. I'll take the thin one and then you may give the wider dragon glass to him. We'll both take the Vulwynn Reserve, and that will be everything. Thank you." As they pour, she looks to you. "An elven white wine, from afar."

One of the servants hands you a wine glass half filled with a pale golden liquid. The base contains a silver serpent-like dragon which crawls up the shaft to wrap around the side of the glass itself. You bring it up to your lips, and a pleasant aroma wafts up into your nose. After handing the other to Catherine, the women promptly march back out the room and shut the door behind them.

She lifts her thin glass and takes a slow, savouring sip of the wine and sighs. "Princess Abigail," she says quietly.

"Was she ever real?"

"No. She took up residence in my sister's room and pretend to be one that never existed. They took my court wizard when he got too close. They took her bodyguard as well for the same reason. And if you and your ally didn't stop her, I would have surely lost my life."

You sip your drink as well. It feels warm going down. "Well I had no idea, so I was also in the right place at the right time."

"Nonsense. Tell me. What happened with you and Abigail?"

"What do you mean?"

"I am demanding from you the entire story of what the two of you did together."

"It's kind of embarrassing."

"Ah. So you did try to take advantage of my sister."

"N-No! And she wasn't even your sister."

Catherine chuckles. "I didn't think you did, though if such a devious woman was under your nose the entire time, I'm curious about what she was doing."

You sigh. "If you really want to know, she was definitely teasing me. Like she knew how mad you would be, and she was trying to make me give into temptation. She even made me bathe her."

"And yet you didn't give in, however."

"No, but it was miserable. She made sure I didn't get a moment of rest. Even at night, she made me get into bed with her, and she kept..."

She chuckles again. "Sorry, but the story is very funny. I haven't had a good laugh like this in some time. This job, Sir Warren. I wouldn't give it up for the world. However, it's incredibly demanding. Even today I have much to do. I'm thankful that right now, I can loosen up at least a little bit."

You both take a moment to relax. The smells, the atmosphere, the drinks--it's soothing, but also romantic.

"Do you find me attractive?" she suddenly asks.

You look her over, but immediately flush as her red painted lips smirk at your obvious gawking. "I--Well, of course, Your Majesty."

"I've been told that I'm desirable, yet it isn't often. People are more often too scared to do so. But already you're as hard as a sword. When you were being teased by the doppel, you were surely frustrated. Pent-up. Kyle, I have to admit something. I could have anything I desire, but I'm often too stressed with work to take care of myself in such a way."

She places her mostly empty glass down and lifts from the ledge, and she begins drifting forwards through the water. She watches your every reaction as she approaches. Her long fingernails slide up your leg gently as she stops in front of you, and your body shivers. You place your drink down as well as she stares you directly in the eyes with an unexpected fiery passion. Her body starts lifting up from the water, and you watch as it trickles down her tits, and her cute, slim stomach.

You let out a quiet groan as her fingers slowly wrap around your shaft.

"It would be quite the controversy among my subjects if I was found bedding a freshly knighted man," she whispers--her lips nearing yours. Her other hand slides over your cheek. "But thankfully for us, the sound of the water and the strength of the castle walls should mask even a scream as powerful as mine."