The Royal Assassin

“How did you get back in here?” the princess demands, her voice sharp and accusatory as she glares at Cassandra. Her cheeks are still flushed, her hair disheveled, but her regal demeanor has returned, her icy blue eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Cassandra stands near the doorway, her posture relaxed but her expression unreadable. She shrugs, her black leather armor creaking faintly as she moves. “Your mother’s guards found me just as I was leaving,” she replies, her tone casual. “They insisted I return.”

A look of annoyance crosses the princess’s face, her lips tightening into a thin line. “And did you not see me struggle against this man,” she snaps, gesturing toward you, “fighting him as he **** me onto that staff of his like I was a Mid-Year Feast pig being **** upon a spit?”

Cassandra’s lips twitch, as if suppressing a smirk, but her voice remains neutral. “As I explained to Your Highness earlier, I am the queen’s assassin, and her orders take precedence over all others. She was very specific.”

The princess’s eyes narrow further, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. “So you stood by and watched as he—”

“I would have intervened if he had tried to kill you,” Cassandra interrupts, her tone firm but calm. “But anything short of that, I was ordered to simply observe and ensure you followed her decree.”

She pauses, her gaze flickering to you for a moment before returning to the princess. “Besides,” she adds, a lopsided grin spreading across her face, “by the time I came in, he was already fucking you, and you looked to be rather enjoying it.”

The princess hisses angrily under her breath, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. But instead of lashing out, she says nothing, her look of outrage slowly transforming into one of smug satisfaction. She leans back in her throne, her fingers drumming idly against the armrest as she regards Cassandra with a newfound confidence.

“I must report back to your mother about what I’ve seen,” Cassandra continues, her tone businesslike. “I believe she’ll find what’s transpired here this morning rather amusing.” She turns toward the door, her movements smooth and deliberate.

“Not yet,” the princess commands loudly, her voice cutting through the room like a whip. Cassandra freezes, then turns back, her expression unreadable.

“I may not have authority over my mother,” the princess says, her tone dripping with authority, “but in her absence, and as long as it doesn’t contradict her orders, I most certainly have authority over you.”

Cassandra’s eyes narrow slightly, but she gives a curt bow. “Your Highness?”

The princess’s lips curve into a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, nothing much,” she says with mock sincerity, her voice sweet but laced with venom. “I was just curious to see what it would look like to see that tiny little cunt of yours split by the biggest male to ever grace our fair queendom.”

To emphasize her point, she gestures between your legs, where your cock, despite being flaccid, lies halfway to your knee. The sight is impossible to ignore, and Cassandra’s gaze flickers downward for a moment before returning to the princess’s face.

“If you command it, Your Highness, I will do it,” Cassandra says stiffly, her voice devoid of emotion. “But I will tell your mother of this when I deliver my report.”

The princess’s grin widens, her satisfaction evident. “I would expect nothing less,” she purrs. “Now fuck him.”