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."