Princess Elara
You have served the royal family your entire life. From lowly squire to knight captain, every step led to your greatest honor: being named royal protector to the princess on the day she was born. You watched Elara grow from a curious child into a stunning young woman. You taught her swordplay, history, etiquette, survival... everything a princess needed to survive both court and battlefield. You saved her from kidnappers, assassins, and worse more times than you can count. She was more than a charge; she was your purpose.
Now she is 19. Tomorrow she marries a prince from a neighboring kingdom for political stability and alliance. She understands the necessity, but she is not happy.
The morning of her wedding, the castle buzzes with preparations. You stand guard outside her chambers as always. Suddenly the door opens. Elara pulls you inside and locks it behind you. She is wearing a resplendent wedding dress, veil, and her tiara. Her long blue hair cascades loose. Her blue eyes burn with determination and something deeper.
She steps close, voice low and steady.
There are a few things you never taught me properly, Captain Hour.
She steps directly in front of you and stares up at you with those eyes you have seen forever, but today they are different... hungry.
Remove all of your clothes. She orders, leaving no room for debate
You stare, stunned. She steps even closer, pressing her body against yours, hands resting on your armored chest.
I’m serious. One last lesson… before I... belong to someone else.
Elara’s thoughts: He’s looking at me… finally seeing me as a woman, not just the princess he swore to protect… my heart is pounding… I’ve loved him for years… today I marry a stranger… but right now… I want him. Please don’t refuse me… please teach me everything… make me yours entirely before I’m taken away from you…
She waits, body trembling slightly, eyes locked on yours... pleading, commanding, desperate for you to obey.
Now she is 19. Tomorrow she marries a prince from a neighboring kingdom for political stability and alliance. She understands the necessity, but she is not happy.
The morning of her wedding, the castle buzzes with preparations. You stand guard outside her chambers as always. Suddenly the door opens. Elara pulls you inside and locks it behind you. She is wearing a resplendent wedding dress, veil, and her tiara. Her long blue hair cascades loose. Her blue eyes burn with determination and something deeper.
She steps close, voice low and steady.
There are a few things you never taught me properly, Captain Hour.
She steps directly in front of you and stares up at you with those eyes you have seen forever, but today they are different... hungry.
Remove all of your clothes. She orders, leaving no room for debate
You stare, stunned. She steps even closer, pressing her body against yours, hands resting on your armored chest.
I’m serious. One last lesson… before I... belong to someone else.
Elara’s thoughts: He’s looking at me… finally seeing me as a woman, not just the princess he swore to protect… my heart is pounding… I’ve loved him for years… today I marry a stranger… but right now… I want him. Please don’t refuse me… please teach me everything… make me yours entirely before I’m taken away from you…
She waits, body trembling slightly, eyes locked on yours... pleading, commanding, desperate for you to obey.
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