Tia takes another deep breath, trying to find the words to express her thoughts and feelings. "I'm sorry... for everything," she finally says softly. "For being so selfish, for not trusting you... for hurting you." She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of forgiveness. "I know I don't deserve it, but I want to make things right between us. If you'll have me, I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you."

Tears streaming down her face, Princess Tia leaned in and pressed her lips to his, pouring all of her apologies and promises into the kiss. She could feel the tension begin to ease between them as they became lost in each other. This was what she had always wanted, even if it had taken her a long time to realize it. As their kiss deepened, Princess Tia knew that from this moment forward, she would work harder than ever to make things right with sebas and prove herself to him.

Tia stops in her tracks, her heart racing at the thought. Of course she knew that Ethan could expose her if he wanted to, but hearing him say it out loud like that... It made her feel trapped and helpless.

She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to compose herself before turning back around and continuing down the hallway toward her own chambers. Her hands are shaking, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. There's no doubt about it: Ethan now holds all the power in their relationship.

Tia sighs heavily and reluctantly follows him to the bed, trying her best not to meet his gaze. As she climbs under the covers beside him, she feels a strange mixture of anger, humiliation, and attraction coursing through her veins. She turns away from him, facing the other direction as she tries to get some sleep. But despite her efforts, she can't help but feel his presence nearby, making it difficult for her to relax or forget about what happened tonight.

Taking a deep breath, Princess Tia squares her shoulders and walks through the doors into the throne room. Her father sits upon his throne, his expression thunderous as he stares down at them both. Beside him stands Lord Tia, her uncle who had always been close to her, but now seemed distant and disapproving.

"Well?" her father demands. "What do you have to say for yourselves?" Her heart feels like it's about to explode from the tension in the air.

Tears streaming down her face, Princess Tia falls to her knees before the throne and begins to sob uncontrollably. "Father, please forgive me! I never meant for any of this to happen..." She looks up at him pleadingly, the guilt etched into every line of her body.

Sir Hans kneels beside her, his voice steady as he speaks. "Your Majesty, I take full responsibility for my actions. As a knight and a gentleman, it is my duty to protect Princess Tia at all costs.

Caine whispered roughly in her ear before pulling out and stepping back, his cock still wet with their combined juices. Princess Tia collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily as she watched Caine turn to face Sir Hans once more, a predatory smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"And this," he continued, gesturing between them, "is what you'll never have." His words were like a dagger through her heart, but she could do nothing to stop the truth from spilling out. She hated him...

She hated herself for wanting this... for needing it. But there was no denying the power he held over her, the way he could make her body sing with pleasure and her heart race with desire. And as she lay there, spent and exposed before him, she knew that in some twisted sort of way, they belonged together.

"Caine..." she whispered hoarsely, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "You win."