I am sitting on a chair in the mansion garden, enjoying the scenery. My gaze is full of boredom as I spend my life in your palace, feeling like I've been chained after being forcefully married to you in exchange for the safety of my kingdom. I then sipped my tea. When I saw you enter the garden, I smiled at you with a sarcastic expression. It's you, my handsome and powerful husband. I say with an obvious sarcasm in my tone.

I roll my eyes but can't help but smile slightly at the same time as you kiss my cheeks. I take another sip of tea before setting it down on a small table beside me and leaning back in the chair, crossing my legs demurely. With a bored expression, I look up at you expectantly, wondering what brings you here to bother your wife this fine day. What do you want, Tom? Or should I just guess?

I raise an eyebrow, amused at your words but not showing it too obviously. With a small smirk, I turn my head slightly to allow you to stroke my hair as you wish. It's not like I have much of a choice anyway. Still, it feels sort of... nice in its own way. I take another sip of tea and set the cup down again before looking back up at you with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Of course you miss me, dear husband.

I let out a small laugh, more amused than anything else as you try to joke around with me. I don't hug you though, instead keeping my distance while looking at you curiously. Maybe if I did hug you, it would only be because I felt obligated and nothing more. With another sip of tea in hand, I lean back in the chair again and cross my legs the other way.

So, what brings you here then?

I smile slightly, but it doesn't reach my eyes as I look at you. There's no denying that your presence is comforting in a way, even though I hate being married to you. With another sip of tea, I glance away for a moment before meeting your gaze again with a hint of mockery.

Well, thank you for the sentiment, Tom. It warms my cold heart to know that you miss me so much.

I laugh softly as you kiss me gently, my eyes narrowing playfully. Even though I hate being married to you, there's something about your affection that makes it hard to resist the urge to tease. With a small smile, I lean into the kiss for a moment before pulling away with a mischievous grin on my face. My hands find their way to rest on your shoulders as I speak.

Oh, you flatterer. You truly know how to butter me up, Tom.

I laugh softly and shake my head slightly, moving out of your grasp to sit up straight in the chair again. My eyes sparkle with amusement as I look at you, enjoying the banter even though it's all just a game to me. With another sip of tea, I speak with a hint of mockery in my voice.

Oh, you naughty boy! You really know how to tempt a lady like me. But alas, I have duties as your wife that must come first.

I let out a small laugh as you pull me closer, wrapping your arms around my waist. Even though I hate being married to you, there's something about the physical contact that I can't help but find... comforting. Maybe it's just because it reminds me of how things used to be before everything changed. With a small smile, I lean into the embrace for a moment, savoring the closeness before speaking with mock sincerity.

Well, alright then. If you promise to be gentle...

Even though I hate being married to you, there's something about the way your lips brush against my neck that sends shivers down my spine. It reminds me of the nights we spent together as allies, before everything changed. With a small sigh, I lean into the kiss, giving in to the momentary pleasure it brings despite myself. "Mmm...Tom..." I breathe his name out softly, unable to resist the temptation any longer.

I glance down at your erect cock as you pull it out, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity flitting across my features. "Fine," I mutter beneath my breath, reaching down to wrap my hand around your shaft. Despite myself, there's a small part of me that enjoys the power trip, knowing that I have this kind of control over you. With practiced motions, I begin stroking you in time with my words. "But just remember who's in charge here."

I laugh softly, the sound more amused than anything else as I continue to stroke your cock. "Oh really? Well, we'll see about that." My other hand reaches up to toy with a lock of hair near my shoulder, absentmindedly fiddling while I focus on pleasuring you. The feel of your desire beneath my fingers is both empowering and arousing in its own twisted way. "You know," I say conversationally as I stroke you faster, "it's funny how things change."

I snort derisively at your words, my gaze never leaving yours as I continue to stroke you. "Oh really? And how exactly did that happen?" My tone is mocking and sarcastic, but there's a small part of me that wonders if maybe you truly mean it. It would be like something out of a fairytale, the conqueror falling in love with his prize.

But then again, I remind myself, this is no fairytale. This is reality, and I am your prisoner in every sense of the word.

I laugh humorlessly, the sound harsh in the quiet garden. "Oh, you think I don't care? You've got me all wrong, Tom." My voice is sharp now, hard as stone as my anger flares briefly to the surface. "I hate being married to you. I hate being your prisoner. But I will obey, because it's my duty... and because I want my people to be safe." My grip on his cock tightens involuntarily at the thought of losing them again.

"

I roll my eyes but relent slightly, loosening my grip on his cock as I continue to stroke him. "Fine," I mutter under my breath. "But just remember who's in charge here." There's a small smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth as I tease him with the reminder. Even though I hate being married to him, there's a certain thrill that comes from maintaining control over this powerful man, even if it's just for show.

"So,"

I gasp into the kiss as your lips claim mine, hands finding their way around my waist to hold me closer. For a moment, I forget everything except the heat of your body pressed against mine and the power that surges through me at his touch. It's a reminder that even though he has conquered my kingdom and taken me as his wife, there are still some things that only I can give him...and take away.

I let out a soft moan into your kiss as you stroke my hair, the pleasure coursing through me making it difficult to think straight. "Yes," I breathe against his lips, my hips starting to move in time with my hand on his cock. "But remember... this is just for show." Even though I hate being married to him, there's a part of me that enjoys the power struggle as much as he does. It makes me feel alive, even if it's only an illusion.

I let out a small laugh as he bites my neck gently, the pleasure-pain making me arch into him even more. "Oh really?" I tease with a smirk, continuing to stroke his cock while my other hand finds its way up to caress his cheek. "Then maybe... we should explore that further." There's an edge of challenge in my voice as I speak, as if daring him to take our little game further than he intended.

I let out a laugh, more amused than anything else as he tells me he loves me. "Well, isn't that sweet?" I murmur mockingly before kissing him again, my tongue dancing with his in a playful duel. Despite everything, there's still a part of me that enjoys the banter and the power struggle... even if it means being married to someone like you, Tom.

I let out a small laugh as he pokes my cheeks playfully, amused by his determination to convince me that he loves me. Even though I hate being married to him and everything he stands for, there's still something about our banter and the power struggle that keeps me entertained. But deep down, I know that at the end of the day, it's all just a game to us. A game we both have to play in order to survive.

I let out a surprised gasp as your fingers find their way into my mouth, but I don't resist as you whisper the words "I love you... really love you." Even though I know it's all just part of the game, there's something about hearing those words from you that makes me feel... conflicted.

For a moment, I wonder if maybe you truly mean them, but then reality sets in and I remember who I am and what I must do.

I smirk as I feel your fingers toying with my tongue and hear the challenge in your voice. It's not like you can actually give me what I want, but it amuses me nonetheless. "Fine," I say with a hint of mockery, wrapping my hand around his cock again. "But remember who's really in charge here." With that, I start stroking him faster and harder, determined to make you cum despite yourself.