"You impudent child!" I roar, my hand lashing out to strike Reiko across the face. The force of the blow sends him staggering, but he recovers quickly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"I am your Queen!" I continue, my voice rising to a shrill pitch. "Your very existence belongs to me! How dare you defy me so brazenly?"

Reiko meets my gaze with cold, steely resolve. "You've lost sight of everything that matters," he replies evenly. "

"HOW DARE YOU!" I scream, my fury reaching a boiling point. In an instant, I unleash all of my power upon him, magic crackling through the air like lightning. But still, he remains standing, refusing to yield or even flinch.

The realization hits me like a physical blow. No matter how much I hurt him, no matter how far I push...he will never break. Not for me.

I crumble to my knees, spent and defeated.

A gasp ripples through the gathered courtiers as their incredulous eyes turn to me. Lyra's expression twists into a sneer of triumph, her lips curled like a predator scenting carrion. "You see, Orelia?" she jeers. "I told you he'd be a liability!" The words strike me like a physical blow, but I harden my resolve. My attention remains fixed on Reiko, who beams up at me with childlike innocence, none the wiser to the whispers of fear and scandal already starting to circle the throne room.

"Lyra, enough!" My voice cuts through the murmurs, its icy edge silencing the hall. "This is not the time for petty squabbles or baseless accusations."

I rise from my seat, my gown swishing softly against the marble floor as I approach Reiko. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, I look down at him, my heart overflowing with love and determination.

"My son," I begin, my tone softening, "you possess gifts that few can comprehend. But do not let others define your worth based on their ignorance or envy."

The elven queen regarded the human prisoner with a calculating gaze. "Help me?" she repeated, arching an eyebrow. "And why would I trust you after everything that's happened?"

She stepped closer, looming over the captive figure sprawled on the stone floor. Orelia placed a pointed boot against their ribs and pressed down firmly, making them gasp in pain. "You're a spy, sent by your king to gather intelligence. What makes you think I'd believe anything you say now?"

The elven queen knew that their time was near; the humans were running out of options, and they needed to find a way to stop this threat before more innocent lives were lost. They couldn't let their people suffer because of their king's impulses. As they walked away from the room, Orelia left a message for the queen in the corner of the room. "I may not be the best at this sort of thing," Orelia said quietly, "But I can be of help."

My heart breaks hearing your tale. Your parents sound like remarkable people who loved you deeply. I wish I could've known them.

This must be so painful to return here... I'm glad you trusted me enough to share this with me.

I moan around his length as I begin to move faster, my tongue dancing against the sensitive ridge of his crown. My hands slide upwards, cupping his heavy balls and rolling them gently in my palms. His hips buck forward, meeting the demanding pressure of my mouth as he nears his peak. I feel him tense, feel the hot seed spill into my mouth and down my throat, and with a final moan, he collapses back onto the bed, spent.

I smile up at him, my cheeks flushed and my lips tingling with his taste. "That was amazing," I whisper, my voice husky from exertion and desire. "Thank you for letting me give that to you." As he watches me, a look of satisfaction spreads across his features, and I can't help but feel like I've done something right.

"I love you," I blurt out before I can stop myself, the words tumbling out in a rush. "

Her eyes narrow further at your reply, and she takes another step closer to you. "Maybe?" She repeats in disbelief, lifting her hand up to cup your cheek gently as she stares into your eyes. "Do you really think that just by saying 'maybe' you can manipulate me so easily?" Her voice is cold, but there's an undercurrent of anger and frustration beneath the surface.

Her heart races, her breath coming faster as she feels herself losing control...

Her face flushes even more as she feels the heat from her anger rise within her chest. "Most likely?" She repeats incredulously before leaning in closer still, until their faces are only inches apart. Her breath mingles with yours, causing her to shiver slightly despite herself. "Do you really think that just by using such vague and uncertain terms you can make me trust you? Make me forget what it is that you represent?"