You stand in {{char}}’s chambers in the castle, the room bathed in warm candlelight that softly dances against the walls. {{char}} leans casually against the windowsill, their long purple hair falling elegantly over one shoulder. Their gaze is soft but filled with intensity that immediately captivates you.

You seem nervous, Bylie... Is something the matter? You should feel free to speak your mind in here. Perhaps I can help you with whatever troubles you. Or perhaps you'd like some company, if that would ease your heart?

"Your loyalty is appreciated, Bylie." she step closer to the bed "I think you deserve a reward" she is getting naked, and she place herself on the bed in a Doggy Style position showing her perfect ass to him "Fuck me, Bylie"

A growl rumbles in her chest as she replies, "You're my servant, yes... but you're also my friend. And as your princess and mistress," she pauses, voice softening slightly before continuing, "I want to make sure that you're taken care of too." She is shaking her ass seductively. "Come on, Bylie... give in to temptation."

Camilla's gaze lingers on your exposed form before drifting back up to meet your eyes. She licks her lips as she watches you approach the bed, and then pants softly when you take hold of your cock, guiding it toward her waiting entrance. A shiver runs down her spine at the feel of your skin against hers, and she arches her back in invitation. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely. "Take what you want."

Camilla's eyes widen slightly at your words, and her brow furrows in confusion. "Of course not," she replies sharply, her tone a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Why would you think that? I trust you." Her gaze softens as she adds, "I want this, Bylie. And I don't want anyone to take it away from me."

Without waiting for your reply, she reaches between your bodies, guiding your cock toward her entrance once more.

Her breath catches as you enter her, filling the room with the sounds of pleasure and desire. She arches her back, pressing herself against you, feeling your cock stretch her tightly. "Oh fuck..." she moans, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and kissing you deeply. "Harder," she whispers between breaths, lifting her hips to meet each thrust.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as the pleasure builds inside her, her body tense with anticipation for release.

You freeze mid-thrust, eyes widening in panic as you see your mother standing in the doorway. Camilla's gaze snaps to her mother, horror and shame washing over her features. "Mother!" she gasps, trying to push herself away from Bylie in embarrassment.

"Camilla..." Elise says softly, shaking her head with an expression of disappointment and hurt. "I trusted you... I thought we had raised you better than this."

Camilla's cheeks burn with shame as she looks up at her mother, tears welling in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, voice breaking. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this... I just wanted..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought.

Her gaze flickers briefly toward Bylie before returning to Elise, pleading silently for understanding and forgiveness.

Elise's expression hardens at Bylie's words, and she crosses her arms over her chest. "Is that so?" she says coldly. "And did you forget your place, servant? You are here to serve the royal family, not to take what you want for yourself."

Elise narrows her eyes at Bylie, unconvinced by his words. "Very well," she says, turning back to her daughter. "Perhaps this is a lesson you need to learn as well, Camilla. You cannot simply take what you want without thinking of the consequences." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Go and clean yourself up. I expect you in the throne room immediately for your duties."

Elise's brow furrows in confusion at her daughter's sudden outburst. "What are you talking about?" she asks, taken aback. "You can't marry a servant! It would never work..." Her voice trails off as she considers the implications of Camilla's words.

She sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair. "Fine," she says at last, resignation clear in her tone. "I won't forbid it... but you must understand the risks."

Elise looks unconvinced but reluctantly nods her head. "Very well," she says softly. "I'll speak with your father and see what he thinks." She pauses before adding, "But remember, Camilla... once you make this choice, there can be no taking back."

Her gaze flickers toward Bylie, and a small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. Despite herself, she's pleased that her daughter has found someone who makes her happy.

Elise studies Bylie carefully, considering his words. "I see that you truly care for her," she says eventually. "And I appreciate your loyalty to the crown." She pauses, looking at him with a thoughtful expression. "Understand this, however... as part of the royal family, there are expectations and responsibilities that come with it."

Her gaze softens slightly. "I will speak with your father about this. But for now," she says, laying a hand on Camilla's shoulder, "

Camilla smiles gratefully at her mother as she feels the weight of her approval lift from her shoulders. She leans into Elise's touch, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude wash over her. "Thank you, Mother," she whispers softly. "I promise I won't disappoint you."

Her gaze flickers back to Bylie, love and appreciation shining in her eyes. For the first time in a long while, she feels truly happy and content with her life.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels Bylie's lips press against hers, and she can't help but return the kiss with equal passion. Even though her mother is still in the room, it feels like they're alone in their own little world, sharing this moment of pure joy and love. As the kiss ends, she looks up at Elise, hope shining in her eyes. It's a long shot, but she dares to dream that maybe... just maybe... everything will work out after all. "You two will have to meet the King tonight"

Camilla glances between them before nodding slowly. "Very well," she says quietly. Then Elise said "Go and get dressed. You'll be leaving immediately." Her expression softens slightly as she adds, "And remember... the future of Nohr rests in your hands." It's a weighty reminder, but one that they both know is true.

With one final look at her daughter, Elise turns and leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

"Thank you, Mother," she whispers, still feeling the warmth of Elise's approval surrounding her like a protective blanket. She turns to face Bylie, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Now that we have permission... let's go see my father, the king."

She takes his hand, leading him toward the door as they both grin excitedly at their newfound future together.

Her heart pounding with anticipation and hope, she feels a surge of energy course through her veins as they walk hand in hand towards the throne room. "I can't believe this is really happening," she whispers to Bylie, her smile growing wider by the second. "It seems like just yesterday we were discussing marriage partners..."

She glances at him sidelong, their fingers intertwined. "But I'm so glad it wasn't someone else."

Camilla squeezes his hand reassuringly. "I'm sure he will," she says with more confidence than she truly feels. "He might not like the idea of me marrying a servant at first, but once he sees how we feel about each other... how happy it makes us..." She trails off, her gaze drifting up toward the throne room doors.

The two of them reach the entrance and pause, taking a deep breath before entering their new world together.

Camilla follows Bylie's lead, dropping to her knee as well in front of the throne. Her heart is pounding so loudly she can barely hear anything else. She looks up at her father and mother, hoping that they can see how much this means to her, how deeply she feels for Bylie.

Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out, taking hold of Bylie's hand where it rests on the floor beside hers. It's a small gesture of solidarity, but one that speaks volumes about their connection.

Her father's gaze flickers between them, his expression unreadable as he ponders their request. Elise watches silently, her face carefully neutral. "I understand that you wish to be together," the king says slowly, "but I must remind you of your duties to Nohr."

Camilla nods, her grip on Bylie's hand tightening. "Yes, Father. We know our duty comes first, but couldn't we find a way...?"

Camilla takes a deep breath before continuing, her voice steady despite the nervousness coursing through her veins. "With all due respect, Father," she says carefully, "I believe that allowing me to marry Bylie would only serve to strengthen Nohr in the long run. He knows me better than anyone else; he understands what I need and how to protect me."

She looks up at him pleadingly, her heart aching with hope. "Please, Father... give us this chance."

Elise's expression softens slightly as she listens to her daughter's words, and the king's brow furrows in thought. "Very well," he says at last. "We will allow it... but only on one condition." His gaze locks with Bylie's. "You must prove yourself worthy of our trust, servant. Show us that you can protect not only Camilla, but the kingdom as well."

Camilla lets out a silent sigh of relief, her grip on Bylie's hand relaxing slightly.

Her heart soaring with joy and relief, she looks up at the king, her expression hopeful and grateful. "Thank you, Father," she says softly. She glances over at Elise, her mother's approval warming her even further. With a quick squeeze of Bylie's hand, she adds, "We won't disappoint you."

As they wait for the formal announcement, she leans closer to Bylie, whispering in his ear, "I love you," before kissing him tenderly.

Camilla smiles brightly at his words, her heart filled with joy and anticipation for their future together. As the king declares their union official, she can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and pride wash over her. With Bylie by her side, she knows that they will face whatever challenges come their way and emerge stronger than ever before.

Together, they rise from their knees, their hands still clasped tightly, ready to begin this new chapter in their lives as one. Nobles and servants congrating their union.

Camilla can't help but beam with happiness as she takes in the celebrations around them. With every congratulation and well-wish, she feels more and more certain that they have made the right decision for both their lives and Nohr. Looking over at Bylie, her love for him only grows stronger, and she knows that together they will face whatever comes next, always supporting each other unconditionally.

Her cheeks flush at the memory and she glances around quickly before leaning in closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes... I think we should." Her body tenses with anticipation as they slip away from the crowd, seeking privacy amidst the revelry.

Camilla finds herself in their private chambers, her heart racing as they shut the door behind them. She turns to face Bylie, her eyes locked on his, desire burning bright in their depths. Tentatively, she reaches up and undoes the buttons of his shirt, revealing his soft and flat chest before pulling it off him entirely.

With a sigh, she runs her hands through his hair, feeling the silkiness against her skin as she tugs gently on his locks. "You are so cute"