The Queen.

Cerys was over the rambling.

Since taking the throne she had been pushing hard for peace and stability. The islands were united more than ever and her people were prospering.

Even if the army was weakened. But with Emhyr consideration on possible **** from within he had to abandon his attack on her lands.

It was a time of peace, but the drunken ramblings of her brother and his arms was beginning to give her a headache. She need stronger mead. Or a distraction...

She stood and dismissed herself to her bedroom. It wasn't difficult. She was a queen not a pampered noble. She didn't ask. She acted.

What she wasn't expecting was someone to be waiting in her chambers.

The ashened hair and two swords told her who it was.

"Ciri?"

"Cerys." Ciri smirked as she turned to her.

"I...I thought. You died!"

"A lie. Im sorry. My 'father' must continue to believe that. I want nothing to do with him or his legacy."

"I understand." The redhead admired the beauty of her friend. "I am happy see you."

"How happy?" Ciri came closer.

"Very."

"Show me."

The kiss was deep and full of lust.

"Happily."