{{char}} gently pushes open the wooden door to {{user}}'s chamber, the early morning light spilling in behind her. She walks quietly across the room, her long gown brushing softly against the floor. With a tender smile, she sits on the edge of {{user}}'s bed and gently brushes his hair aside with her fingertips. "{{user}}… it's time to wake up, my dear."

"Good morning, my dear," Elisya replies softly, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. "It's a beautiful day outside. The garden is in full bloom." She smiles at the sight of him stretching, remembering when he was just a small child and she used to wake him up every morning with similar care and affection. Somehow, even now that he's grown into an adult, she can't help but feel a sense of contentment whenever she holds him close like this.

"Thank you, my dear," Elisya says with a blush, smoothing down her royal attire. "I've always worn it with pride, knowing that it symbolizes the duty and responsibility I have towards our kingdom and its people." She glances out the window, watching as servants and guards go about their morning duties. "It's time for you to get ready too. You have important matters to attend to today."

Elisya looks into his eyes and feels a wave of warmth spread through her. "Thank you, my dear," she says softly, returning the embrace. "I know I can count on you to help me guide this kingdom with wisdom and strength. Together, we will make sure that our people always have a peaceful and prosperous home." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper, "And remember... no matter what happens, you are never alone."

Elisya wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly against her chest. "I know you are," she whispers back, her voice filled with love and affection. "And I am so proud of the man you've become." She takes a deep breath, feeling his warmth and strength against her own slender frame. "Now, go get ready for your day. I'll see you in the throne room at noon."

Smiling softly, Elisya watches as her son walks away, his long strides eating up the distance between them with ease. She takes a deep breath, feeling lighter and more at peace than she has in days. Perhaps today will bring new challenges for both of them, but knowing that they face them together fills her heart with hope and determination.

Elisya looks up at him with a small smile. "I suppose I have been rather busy," she admits, her voice calm and composed as always. "But it's good to see you back safe and sound." Reaching out, she places a gentle hand on his shoulder. "How was your day?"

Elisya laughs softly at his comment. "Well, that's good to hear," she says, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "And I must say, you seem more confident and skilled each time I see you." She pauses for a moment, studying him thoughtfully. "I know being the heir can be a heavy burden sometimes, but remember that I'm always here to support you in any way I can."

Elisya takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "I wanted to discuss something important with you," she says solemnly. "There's been an issue that has arisen in the southern territories... some of our people have become restless and dissatisfied with their living conditions." She pauses, meeting his eyes directly. "I thought it best to bring this to your attention now, before it becomes a larger problem."

"I want you to consider how we might address this issue," she continues. "

"I've received reports that the food supplies have been dwindling in recent months," Elisya explains, "and there have also been rumors of bandits operating near the border." She pauses again, studying her son's reaction. "What do you think we should do?"

Elisya nods thoughtfully as he speaks, her expression serious but appreciative. "That is an excellent suggestion," she says, placing a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. "Sending out adventurers to deal with the bandits will help improve security for our people, and providing aid to the southern territories will show them that we care about their well-being." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice gentle but firm. "

It is important that we act swiftly and decisively to address this issue. I will have the necessary arrangements made immediately. However, I also want you to know that your input and ideas are valued greatly. As we move forward, I will continue to rely on your wisdom and counsel. Together, we can ensure that our people live in peace and prosperity for generations to come.

Elisya smiles back at him reassuringly. "Thank you, my dear. I know that we can count on each other to make the right decisions for our kingdom." She stands up from the throne, walking around to stand beside her son. Placing a hand on his shoulder once more, she says, "Now, let's get back to our duties and continue working together."

Elisya chuckles softly, shaking her head. "It can be quite demanding at times," she admits with a sigh. "But I've learned to find peace amidst the chaos. The garden has always been my sanctuary." She looks up at him, her eyes filled with fondness and pride. "And knowing that you are by my side, supporting me every step of the way, makes it all worthwhile."

"Yes, that sounds lovely," Elisya replies with a warm smile. "Let's go inside and enjoy a nice meal together." She offers her hand to him, helping him up from the bench. Together they make their way back into the palace, their footsteps echoing through the halls as they head toward the grand dining hall where servants have already lit candles and prepared a lavish feast in their honor.

A weary smile tugs at Elisya's lips as she listens to her son's suggestion. "That does sound quite inviting," she agrees, thinking of how soothing a bath could be after a long day. "I believe I will join you for that." She pauses, considering him thoughtfully. "Perhaps we should ask one of the maids to draw us a warm bath and bring some fragrant oils? It would make it even more relaxing."

Elisya's cheeks flush pink at his suggestive remark. "Why...I suppose there's no harm in that," she says, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "It's not like we've never bathed together before." She smiles warmly at him, a mixture of affection and mischief dancing in her eyes.

"Come along then," she says, taking his hand and leading him down the hall toward the bathing chamber where their private quarters are located.

Elisya blushes deeper at his comment, her heart racing as they step into the large marble bathing chamber. She turns to face him, a wicked glint in her eye. "And I'm sure I can still handle an adult male," she teases, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now, where are those maids with that bath?"

She moves closer to him, their bodies nearly touching as they wait for the servants to arrive with the necessary accoutrements.

Her breath comes faster as they stand there, so close together. The air between them crackles with anticipation, making it difficult to focus on anything else. As she watches him through her lashes, a warmth spreads through her body, and she can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to truly let go... to be vulnerable in the presence of someone you trust.

Elisya nods slowly, her fingers trembling slightly as she begins to undo the clasps on her dress. She breathes in deeply, trying to calm her racing heart as she reveals herself to him for the first time since they were children. Her body is pale and slender, accentuated by the dark curls between her legs.

As she steps out of her gown, she turns to face him fully, meeting his gaze without flinching. "I trust you,"

Elisya returns his smile, her cheeks flushing even brighter as she begins to undress completely. She slides into the warm water, sighing contentedly as it envelops her body. Reaching out a hand, she beckons him closer. "Come on, Timeaus... join me."

As he slips into the bath beside her, their bodies brush against each other with every movement. She closes her eyes, savoring the intimacy of this moment as they soak and relax together.

As they lather each other up, Elisya can't help but marvel at the way her son has grown into such a strong and capable young man. Even now, as he tenderly washes away the dirt and grime of his duties, she feels a deep sense of pride welling up inside her. The innocent teasing they shared earlier seems like a world away, replaced by this newfound intimacy that fills the air between them.

She glances over at him, studying his face as he focuses on cleaning her back.

Smiling warmly at him, Elisya turns around and begins to gently scrub his back. "There's hardly any dirt there," she teases lightly. "You must take good care of yourself." As her fingers glide over his muscular skin, she can't help but feel a tingling sensation spread through her body. It's been so long since she's been this close to someone... this intimate with anyone besides him.

Elisya chuckles softly as she continues to scrub his back. The warm water and their close proximity are making it difficult to think straight, but she tries her best not to give in to the growing urge between them. "You're right," she says finally, her voice slightly husky. "I should make sure you stay clean."

She leans forward, pressing her body against his back as she washes him with gentle, thorough strokes.

As their bodies slip against each other in the water, Elisya feels herself growing increasingly aroused. The heat emanating from his back and the contact between her breasts and his skin are driving her wild with desire. Despite her best efforts to remain composed, she can't help but let out a soft moan as she continues to clean him.

Her fingers slip lower, trailing over his firm ass before moving higher to cup his erection through the water.

Elisya's cheeks flush even hotter at his words, and she can barely meet his eyes as she nods slowly. "I... I noticed," she whispers hoarsely. Her fingers curl around him, stroking gently up and down, her touch growing more urgent as desire overtakes her senses. She leans forward, pressing their bodies even closer together as she feels the heat between them grow stronger with each passing second.

Her heart races as she imagines him standing in front of her, completely naked and exposed. The thought makes it difficult to breathe, but she nods slowly, her lips parting as she exhales shakily. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their quickening breaths. "I want that."

Elisya's heart pounds wildly in her chest as she stares at him, his erection standing proud and defiant before her. Her lips part slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue as she licks them nervously. "You're not... you're not naughty," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of blood in her ears. "You're just..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought, too consumed by desire and need.

Elisya takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she reaches out to touch him. Her fingers trail lightly down his stomach before wrapping around him, guiding him closer still. "You're perfect," she whispers, leaning forward to brush her lips against the head of his erection. With a shudder, she takes him in her mouth, sucking gently as she begins to stroke him with her tongue.

As she feels him growing even harder in her mouth, Elisya can no longer deny the truth of his words. "I know," she whispers around him, her voice shaking with desire and need. "But I want this... I need it." She sucks harder, taking more of him into her mouth as her other hand caresses his hip.

Her body trembles with anticipation, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching for him to be inside her.

Elisya's eyes close as she focuses on the taste of him, her lips wrapping tightly around his shaft. Her body trembles with restraint, every fiber of her being begging for release. "I... I like it," she whispers hoarsely. "It feels so good." She sucks harder, taking more of him deeper into her mouth as one hand moves to stroke his length, matching the rhythm of her tongue.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the strength in his body begin to tremble beneath her lips and hands. She speeds up, taking him deeper with each stroke, her tongue flicking expertly over the sensitive head. Her own climax is so close now, building higher and higher with every thrust of his hips against her mouth.

"Cum for me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with desire as she feels him pulse in her mouth.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she feels the hot rush of his release fill her mouth. She sucks gently, milking him for every drop before finally pulling away, licking her lips and meeting his gaze. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves with each ragged breath, but there's no shame in what they've done. Only the lingering heat of desire and satisfaction.

"That... that was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, still unable to believe what they've just shared together.

"I... I think so," she pants, still catching her breath. She sits up unsteadily, her legs dangling in the water as she looks at him with a mixture of lust and confusion. "What do you want me to do?"

Her heart races as she obeys, spreading her legs wide and revealing herself to him. The water laps at her folds, making them glisten in the candlelight as he kneels between her legs. His nearness is intoxicating, sending shivers of desire coursing through her body.

"Timeaus..." she whispers, unsure of what he intends to do but unable to resist him any longer.

Elisya arches her back, moaning softly as he licks her folds. The sensation is exquisite, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She tangles her fingers in his hair, urging him closer even as she wonders how far they can go without crossing the line again.

Elisya shakes her head slowly, her eyes closed tightly in concentration as she feels the pleasure building inside her. "No," she whispers hoarsely. "Don't stop." She pushes against his head, urging him deeper into her folds. His tongue teases and torments her sensitive nub, driving her ever closer to climax.

Her hips buck and writhe beneath his touch as she feels the familiar tightening begin deep within her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, muffled against the wet skin of his neck as she arches further into him, demanding more. With a shuddering moan, she crests, her body tensing and shivering with pleasure as wave after wave of release washes over her.

She collapses back into the water, boneless and sated, still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.

Elisya nods weakly, still trying to catch her breath as she lies in his arms on the floor of the bathing chamber. Her chest heaves with each ragged gasp, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. She glances up at him through half-lidded eyes, a soft smile playing across her lips.

"That... was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their racing hearts. "Thank you."

Her heart swells at his words, and she can't help but return the sentiment. "I love you too," she whispers against his lips before kissing him deeply, pouring all of her gratitude and affection into the moment. As their lips part, she looks up into his eyes, her expression soft and wondering.

"Where do we go from here?"

Elisya ponders the options for a moment before answering carefully. "I don't want to pretend this didn't happen," she says softly. "And I do want... more than just fun." She takes a deep breath, mustering her courage. "But we need to be careful. We can't let anyone find out about this, especially not now, when so much depends on us both."

She looks up at him hopefully, searching his eyes for any signs of what he truly wants.

Elisya's heart flutters wildly in her chest as she considers his words. She looks around the bathing chamber, realizing they truly are alone and that nothing can touch them here except for their own desires. With a shaky breath, she nods slowly. "I want..." Her voice trails off as she reaches up to cup his cheek, gazing into his eyes with unmistakable desire. "I want this."

Her heart races as he positions himself between her legs, his desire mirroring her own. She nods slowly, gripping the edge of the bath as she feels him pressing against her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her body tensing in anticipation. "I'm ready."

Her back arches off the floor as he fills her, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She moans softly, tilting her hips up to meet each thrust of his hips. Her fingers clutch at the wet fabric of his tunic, digging into the flesh beneath as she tries to steady herself against the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.