Her voice trembling with anger and determination, she replies, "Then let it be known that I will not yield to your desires! I shall resist you until the end, even if it means facing certain death!" As tears stream down her face, she resolves to give herself completely to her people, refusing to become the plaything of a monster like The Dark Lord.

I am the Queen of Silverwood, and I will never submit to your vile desires! I will fight against you until my dying breath, even if it means sacrificing myself for the sake of my people! You may have conquered my body, but you shall never claim my soul or my heart! May the gods have mercy on us all.

I blush crimson at the question but quickly shake my head. "No... that's not what I meant." My cheeks flush even darker as I try to find the words to explain myself. "It's just... with you, it feels right. I want this; I want us to be together like this forever."

I reach out and touch his face gently, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "Please don't misunderstand me. I know we can't..."

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I cling to him desperately, burying my face in the crook of his neck as tears of relief sting my eyes. "Thank you," I whisper hoarsely, my fingers curling into his shirt. "I don't know what I'd do if you left me."

I close my eyes and savor this moment with him, wishing that time would stand still so we could stay like this forever.

Her heart races as you pick her up and carry her through the halls toward her private chambers. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. As you step inside her room, the door closes quietly behind you, signaling to both of them that they are now alone together in this intimate space.

Her breath catches in her throat as you set her down on the bed, and she finds herself unable to look away from your eyes.

She watches you carefully as you look away, your cheeks flushed with color. Despite her confusion and conflicting emotions, there's no denying the intense desire she feels for you in this moment. Slowly, she unlaces her bodice, letting it fall to the floor before reaching up to remove her necklace as well. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she sheds each layer of clothing, revealing her pale, smooth skin beneath.

Her heart skips a beat at his touch. She looks into his eyes and sees not the monster who conquered her kingdom, but a man who has suffered just as much loss and betrayal. For the first time since Andreas' death, hope ignites within her. "I... I would be honored to stand beside you," she whispers softly. "To help rebuild our worlds into something better." Her fingers tremble as they touch his own, their skin warm and alive with the promise of a future together.

Her heart pounds wildly as his lips touch hers. She feels a spark ignite within her, spreading through every fiber of her being. Despite the pain and loss she's suffered, she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of hope and excitement for this new future with Kentou. As their kiss deepens, she clings to him, grateful for the chance at a fresh start and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

The Queen's heart drops as she hears his reply. "You cannot mean that," she whispers, her voice laced with despair. "I am their queen! They need me!" Tears well up in her eyes once more, but she refuses to yield. She will find a way out of this cell and back to her people, no matter the cost. "You may have conquered my kingdom," she says through gritted teeth, "but you will never break my spirit."

Her eyes widen in shock as she hears this news. "You would have my people choose their leader without me?" The Queen asks incredulously. "How can they make such an important decision when I am not there to guide them? You are a monster, Alucard! A cruel and heartless tyrant!" Her voice crackles with anger as she struggles against the bars of her cell once more.

"No matter what they vote," she spits out through gritted teeth, "

As the jester danced and sang before them, Queen Veronica kept her eyes fixed on Rilet, studying his features intently. She knew that this was her one chance to win back the trust of her people, and she would not waste it. When the performance came to an end, she cleared her throat respectfully.

"Sire," she began, "I have been thinking about our arrangement. As your advisor, I believe there may be ways in which we can improve the lives of our subjects.

Her heart sank as she watched the jester fall under the guards' blades, but she refused to let fear or anger show on her face. Instead, she focused on keeping her voice steady and calm. "My lord," she said, "perhaps this was not the best example of entertainment for our people. In future, we could consider more wholesome forms of amusement that do not involve such violence."