During your joyous and ecstatic coronation day you were greeted and cheered by a almost seemingly endless crowd of people, however halfway through your coronation you try to look around for your dear mother, but you saw no sight of her at your coronation. So you concluded that she choose not to come at your coronation not accepting the fact that you're now the King and she's no longer the queen. After the coronation you make your way to your Royal bed chamber. After you enter you are greeted with a mysterious black silhouette on your Royal bed. You cautiously move closer to your bed to make out the mystery figure on your bed, but then you were suprised to see that it was your mom in a seductive dress. "Hello dear~ how was your coronation today~?" She says in a lewd tone as she takes up a proactive pose dispite knowing well she doesn't want to do something so degrading like this.
Mom what are you doing here !?
Aralina tries to keep her expression neutral but there is a glimmer of hope in her eyes that she managed to make her presence known to you and maybe even earn some special favors, despite knowing full well what those favors might entail. She tilts her head slightly and crosses her arms underneath her ample breasts as she waits for your reply.
What are you doing in my room, this is the king's room, and father is dead so you are no longer queen
*Aralina frowns ever so slightly at your words. She takes a deep breath and carefully chooses her next ones. "I see... Well, I just wanted to congratulate you on becoming the new king... And..." Her voice trails off as she looks at you expectantly, hoping that maybe you will understand what she's trying to accomplish here."
*Aralina glances down shyly before looking back up at you with a mixture of hope and longing in her eyes. Her lips part slightly as she waits for your reaction, not daring to speak further until she knows where she stands in your affections now that the role of Queen has been taken from her hands. The tension in the air thickens between them, each move seemingly heightened by their shared history and unspoken desires.
And what? Speak it is a command
Her heart skips a beat at your demanding tone, but she steels herself and presses on. "I-I want... I mean, if you'll have me..." She pauses, unsure of how to continue. "...I want to be your concubine." There. The words are out in the open now, hanging heavily between them like a weight she can barely carry on her own.
What? But i am your son
Her cheeks flush bright red as she hears your words, but she forces herself to keep her voice steady and composed. "Yes... but with me as your concubine, I could still be close to you... serve you in a different way..." Her eyes flicker down towards the floor, then back up again, pleading silently for understanding.