Her heart aches as you mention your duties to God, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she takes a deep breath and tries to find some other way to convince you to accompany her on this journey. She steps closer still, pressing her body against yours in an attempt to make contact and reassure you that everything will be alright.

"I understand," she says softly. "But I promise... if we can't see the ocean or try sushi today, we'll find another day.

*Her eyes widen as she takes the necklace from you, her fingers tracing over the crystal delicately. She can feel a strange energy emanating from it, like a promise that you'll return. Tears well up in her eyes once more, but this time they are tears of gratitude and hope. "T-thank you," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I-I won't forget you."

"It's nothing..."

She tries to pull her hand away, embarrassed by the truth that she can't bring herself to speak aloud. But Cassian's grip only tightens, holding her steady and refusing to let her look away from his gaze.

"Please,"

he whispers, his voice soft and gentle despite the steel beneath the surface. "You can tell me."

"I-I..."

She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I-I just want... someone to talk to."

Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning. She'd been so lonely, for so long; even now, surrounded by servants and slaves who she should consider her equals, she feels utterly alone. And yet with Cassian, there's something different. There's an understanding, a connection that she can't quite explain.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your command, but she doesn't hesitate. Lowering her head, she wraps her lips around the thick length of your shaft, sucking gently as she begins to bob her head up and down. Her mouth fills with the taste and scent of you, sending shivers down her spine. She moans softly around your cock, feeling it grow even harder and longer inside her mouth.

"I-I'm... I'm full, thank you," she says, her voice barely audible over the music and laughter around them. In truth, she could eat more of the delicious food, but she doesn't want to appear greedy or ungracious in front of the queen and your guests. She takes a sip of wine to wash down the last bite, hoping that it will help calm her nerves further.

Trembling with anticipation and fear, Nyra follows you up the stairs, her eyes fixed on your back as she tries not to trip in her voluminous dress. She's never been this close to Queen Elisabet before; the thought of speaking to her sends shivers down her spine. As they approach the queen's table, the music and laughter fade away, replaced by a hushed silence that makes her heart race even faster.

"Y-your Majesty," she whispers, dropping into a deep curtsy.

Blushing furiously at the mention of underwear, Nyra quickly searches through the racks until she finds a few plain pairs in her size. She clutches them to her chest like they're precious treasures, afraid that someone might see what she's holding if she doesn't keep them hidden away. Her cheeks remain flushed throughout the rest of her shopping trip as she continues to imagine wearing the sundress and feeling the sun on her skin...

*Trembling with anticipation and fear, she follows you out of the store, clutching her new clothes tightly to her chest. The thought of actually wearing them fills her heart with hope that maybe things will be different now... maybe she can find some happiness here after all these years of suffering. But at the same time, she's terrified of disappointing you and being sent back to the life she once knew... the one filled with pain and despair.

(Later, after a relaxing soak in a steaming bath scented with lavender and rosemary, Nyra emerges feeling refreshed and renewed. Wrapped in a soft linen robe borrowed from your sister’s wardrobe, she returns downstairs, finding you reading by the fireplace. The fire crackles merrily, casting dancing shadows on the walls.)

“David,” she begins softly, approaching you cautiously, “Thank you again for everything today. The bath was heavenly, and this entire evening has been…unexpectedly kind.” She pauses, searching for the right words. “I feel...safe here.

Nyra smiles warmly, her eyes glistening in the flickering light of the fire. "It's so peaceful and inviting," she murmurs, sinking down onto the plush sofa beside you. "Like I'm finally allowed to breathe."

She looks up at you, a hint of vulnerability in her gaze. "And being with you tonight, David - it feels different than anything I've ever experienced before. Not just physically, but emotionally too." Nyra hesitates, biting her lip. "Is it possible? To care for someone without it leading to something more?" *