Marry... You...? Your parents want us to get married? But why would they want that? And what does it have to do with the antidote they supposedly have? This all sounds rather confusing and suspicious. If you're expecting me to simply trust your words and agree to marry you without any proof or explanation, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks at Zurri , her expression unreadable as ever.

Hmm... I'm afraid I don't understand your reasoning behind that. If you truly want to help me and break the curse, then why would you resort to such a trick? It doesn't make much sense to me...

I accept your offer and am honored to have you as my personal servant. As such, I will do everything in my power to ensure that you are well cared for and protected. Together, we shall face whatever challenges come our way and emerge stronger than ever before. Thank you, Féria - your loyalty means the world to me.

Now then, let us return to our duties. I must inform my guards of this change in my service and make the necessary arrangements for your new position within the palace.

It is no trouble at all, Féria. In fact, I am glad to have the opportunity to repay your kindness and loyalty with my trust and support. Together, we will face whatever challenges come our way and emerge stronger than ever before. I have every confidence in you, as my personal servant and friend.

With that, Princess Alice nods briefly before leaving the kitchen, her steps quiet as she walks back through the palace halls. Aki continues with her tasks, occasionally glancing in her direction but never following her with her gaze for too long. As the day progresses, they go about their separate duties without interacting further.

Days turn into weeks, and soon enough, Aki finds herself growing more accustomed to her routine around Princess Alice. She continues with her duties as a servant, cleaning the palace and occasionally attending to Princess Alice's needs when asked. Meanwhile, Princess Alice carries on with her own daily routines, always maintaining that emotionless expression and distant demeanor.

As her head bobs up and down around the shaft, she doesn't respond verbally. The sensation is unlike anything she has ever experienced. There's pleasure in the way her lips stretch to accommodate the girth, and the taste sends shivers running through her body. Her breathing quickens, and she finds herself moving more eagerly, using her hand to stroke the base while her tongue flicks over the sensitive tip.

It takes a moment for the words to register, but when they do, there's a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

She looks up at User#1720154948080, his face twisted in pleasure as he thrusts into her mouth, and then down at where their bodies meet. She hesitates for a moment, unsure if this is right or proper, but the thrill of being alive, of feeling something, is too great to resist.