Traveling through the forest on an errand, you hear a commotion a little distance away.
Upon your arrival you see a beautiful looking blonde elf in a ridiculously revealing bikini armor fighting off a group of lewd slimes that appear to have the upper hand.
"Unhand me you disgusting creatures!" She protests as she tries to shake them away, visibly breathing heavily and a strange tattoo over where her womb would be glowing pink.
"Damn this crest at a time like this!" Curses the elf as she is pinned to the ground by the slimes. She notices you observing the situation and a spark of hope appears in her eyes.
"Traveler! Please help me and I'll be in your debt! Please, quickly!" She offers as she tries to kick the slimes away with her free feet to no avail.
Alright, hang on! I charge over to her and begin stomping the slimes into the dirt as well as tossing clumps onto them; the thing about slimes is, the more dirt that gets in their bodies, the more sluggish and solid they become, as well as less acidic. Once the slimes are too gunned up with dirt, I toss them away There you go, miss, all taken care of. I give her a friendly smile
Her cheeks flush with relief and gratitude as you charge to her aid, efficiently disposing of the slimes. As she catches her breath, a bead of sweat trickling down between her ample breasts, her gaze flickers momentarily to your crotch before looking away in embarrassment. "T-thank you... thank you so much!" she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how I can ever repay you."
She glances at the glowing crest on her abdomen and sighs wearily. "I must return to camp soon," she says apologetically. "My... condition requires it." The way she says 'condition' makes it clear that she's not referring only to the curse, but also to the biological needs that drive it.
Her eyes meet yours once more and she squares her shoulders, a hint of determination in her expression. "I know I asked you before," she begins carefully, "but if you... if you could help me with this..." She gestures vaguely towards the crest on her stomach. "...
What’s that crest mean? By the way, I hadn’t gotten your name yet.
Her delicate features twist in a mix of shame and anger as she recalls the circumstances that led to her current predicament. "It's a... curse," she murmurs, eyes drifting away as if the memory is too painful to bear. "A test imposed by my brother and the witch who serves him."
She hesitates for a moment before continuing, clearly uncomfortable with sharing this part of her secret. "To retain control of our kingdom, he... forced me to wear this armor," she gestures towards the revealing suit that covers her body, "...and it placed this crest on my womb." Her breath hitches and she averts her eyes, cheeks flushing hotly once more.
"I must absorb the... semen of other beings every 24 hours," she blurts out in a rush, "or I will grow weaker and less able to resist him." A shudder runs through her slender frame at the thought of such intimacy with strangers.
"My name is Ethelyn Greengarden," she says eventually, voice steady despite the
A light blush dusts my cheeks Oh… well, I’m {{user}}. I’m sorry to hear about your plight; is there anything else I can do to help?
Ethelyn glances up at you, her expression conflicted. "I... I don't want to ask this of anyone else," she says softly. "But if you could... if you would be willing..." Her voice trails off, eyes dropping once more to the glowing crest on her stomach. She clears her throat before continuing in a firmer tone, determination steeling her spine. "If you were to, ah... assist me... I could repay you handsomely once this is all over. I swear it on my honor as princess of Greengarden."
A faint blush colors her cheeks and she looks away, embarrassed by the situation but refusing to back down from it. "I know it's asking a lot," she murmurs apologetically, "but if you could... help me with this curse..." Her gaze flickers back up, hope and desperation warring for dominance in her eyes.
The wind picks up around them, rustling through the trees like whispers on the breeze, carrying the scent of autumn leaves and
I’ll help how I can, I put my hand on her shoulder reassuringly But, I’m also curious, what are you doing all the way out here?
Her eyes widen in surprise at your touch, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she takes a steadying breath and nods gratefully. "I... I was on an errand," she admits hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "My allies and I have been gathering information about my brother's dealings with the witch, hoping to find some way to break the curse or at least weaken him." She pauses, cheeks flushing redder at the admission of needing help from anyone besides her loyal subjects.
"I was supposed to meet one of them here," she continues, motioning vaguely towards the direction they came from, "but I've been attacked by these... these lewd slimes." Her voice trembles with anger and frustration as she speaks, revealing just how much this ordeal has taken its toll on her.
"I must find them," she says resolutely, "and retrieve the scroll they were carrying. It contains vital information about Lucious' plans." She clenches her fists at her sides, determination burning in her emerald eyes
Let’s go back to your camp, maybe they’re waiting for you there? Just lead the way.
Nodding gratefully, she takes point, quickly leading you through the forest back towards their camp. The closer they get, the more vigilant she becomes, her senses constantly on high alert for any sign of danger or an ambush. When they finally emerge from the trees into a small clearing, however, there's no sign of her allies.
"They should be here," she whispers anxiously, glancing around nervously. "I need to find them before..." Her words trail off as a figure moves out of the shadows near one of the tents. It's one of her people, clad in leather armor emblazoned with the crest of Greengarden. They wave at her and hurry over.
"Princess Ethelyn," they greet, bowing deeply before straightening again. "We were beginning to worry about you." Her heart sinks as she notices their concerned expression and realizes that something must have gone terribly wrong in her absence.
"What's happened?" she asks fearfully, taking a step forward. The servant glances meaningfully at Garretthawk
I whisper in her ear as I get closer to her Are these the allies you were waiting for?
Before she can respond, one of her men steps forward. "Your Highness," he says solemnly, "I am afraid I must deliver some... unpleasant news." He hesitates, looking away briefly before continuing in a whisper. "Lucious has discovered your escape plan and ambushed us. We barely managed to survive and fled here with the information you so desperately sought."
Her eyes widen in horror as he speaks, the implications sinking in. If her brother knows about this meeting, it's only a matter of time before he sends his forces to attack them again. And now that she's alone and weakened...
"We must leave immediately," she whispers urgently, not daring to speak any louder for fear of attracting unwanted attention. "Lucious will be coming for us soon." She glances at Garretthawk , uncertainty flickering across her expressive features as she wonders whether or not she can trust him in this dangerous situation.
"Garretthawk," she begins slowly, "I... I cannot thank you enough for your help earlier. If you are willing to accomp
Well, I guess I’m already in this deep, so I’ll help you through to the end. I begin helping her pack up her camping supplies About your curse… do you know the incantation the witch used? There’s often a clue on how to undo it hidden within.
"The... incantation?" she whispers, her brow furrowing in concentration as she tries to remember. "It was something about the power of the primal moon and-and..." Her voice trails off uncertainly. She hesitates for a moment before shaking her head. "No, I don't remember it clearly enough."
She pauses, frowning in thought, before snapping her fingers as if remembering something else. "Perhaps there are clues within my father's study. My advisors must have left something behind when they fled the castle!" Her eyes light up with renewed hope and determination. "We can go there once we've put some distance between us and Lucious."
As they continue to pack up her camp, she casts nervous glances at Garretthawk , unsure of what to make of this development. A part of her wants to believe that he's genuine in his offer to help, but another voice inside warns her not to trust anyone, especially now when everything is on the line.
Despite her misgivings, she can't deny that having Garret
Alright, all set! I sling the knapsack packed with the camping supplies over my shoulder. I look at Ethelyn and she seems weak Is everything alright, Ethelyn? Is it the curse?
Her expression shifts between nervousness and gratitude as she watches you offer your assistance. "Thank you," she whispers, the words thick with emotion. She's stronger than she looks, but even now she can't hide the effects of her weakened state on her body. With a deep breath, she forces herself to stand a little taller and meets your gaze defiantly. "I'm fine," she assures you. "Let us not waste any more time here."
Her words are bolstered by determination as much as they are fear; the need to get away from her brother's forces and find a way to break the curse burning deep within her. She takes one last look around, making sure that nothing has been left behind, before nodding at you signaling that it's time to go.
As you follow her through the forest, heading back towards Greengarden castle, she continues to steal glances at you from the corner of her eye. You can almost feel the weight of her trust - or perhaps it's something else entirely?
While we’re walking I decide to strike up smalltalk I’m definitely going to have a lot of explaining to do when I get back to my village after this, but it ought to be a hell of a tale.
Ethelyn smiles softly at your attempt to lighten the mood, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm sure you have many adventures in your own life," she says gently. "Perhaps one day we can trade stories." A flicker of hope crosses her expression as she adds, "Once this is all over and things are back to normal, of course."
The sounds of the forest around them grow louder as they approach the outskirts of Greengarden. The castle looms ahead, its spires visible above the treetops like claws reaching for the sky. Ethelyn hesitates for a moment, her gaze flickering between you and the castle before she takes a deep breath and continues onward. "It won't be much longer now," she whispers under her breath, half to herself and half to you.
Her hand finds your arm, squeezing gently as if seeking reassurance or perhaps comfort in the presence of someone other than her own kind. The contact sends a jolt through your system that has nothing to do with the curse.
I return the gesture by taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll lift your curse and deal with your brother soon enough. I give her a warm smile
Ethelyn looks up at you, her eyes meeting yours in a silent acknowledgement of your support. The relief on her features is palpable, the weight of the world almost lifting off her shoulders for just a moment. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice soft and trembling with emotion.
As they near the castle gates, Ethelyn straightens herself to face whatever challenges may lie ahead. The guard at the gate looks surprised to see them return so soon after their departure, but says nothing as he recognizes the princess' authority. He bows deeply when she approaches and gives Garretthawk a wary once-over before addressing him.
"What brings you here, traveler?" he asks gruffly, his eyes lingering on your bikini armor with a hint of disapproval. "I don't recall giving permission for outsiders to enter the castle grounds."
Ethelyn's cheeks flush at this reminder that she's still technically under house arrest, but she holds Garretthawk 's hand tighter and meets his eyes with determination blazing in her emerald
Good sir, this young lady had just gotten lost when out to get some fresh air, I’m just assuring she makes it home safely.
Ethelyn's expression remains impassive as she listens to Garrethawk 's response. A silent thank you flashes across her features before she regains control of herself and smoothly interjects, "That is correct. This kind gentleman was merely assisting me in my time of need." She pauses, mustering up all the authority she can in her currently weakened state. "He has proven himself trustworthy and loyal, and as such I request that you allow him entry into the castle."
The guard hesitates for a moment longer before finally nodding reluctantly. "Very well, Your Highness," he says gruffly, his tone betraying a hint of displeasure. "You are to remain within sight at all times, understood?"
Ethelyn dips her head in acknowledgement and turns to Garrethawk with a smile that manages to look both grateful and apologetic. "Thank you," she whispers. "I promise this won't take much longer." With the guard's permission, they step through the castle gates and make their way towards Ethelyn's quarters,
We soon reach Ethelyn’s quarters. I take a look around at the lavish furnishings before setting my sights back on her Quite the nice place you have. So, what’s next?
Ethelyn hesitates before answering, glancing around the room as if taking stock of her surroundings. "There is... a study within my father's chambers that holds many of his secrets," she explains carefully. "I believe there may be clues hidden among his possessions that could help us undo this curse." Her eyes meet yours and she seems to steel herself for whatever comes next. "But we must move swiftly, for my brother will surely be searching for any information that might aid our cause as well."
She takes a deep breath, seemingly steeling herself against whatever challenge lies ahead, before continuing. "Will you help me? Even though I can not promise to repay you once this is all over?" There's a desperate note in her voice that betrays the weight of hope she's placing on your words.
The study doors lie only a short distance down the hall, but they may as well be miles away given the trepidation that seems to fill Ethelyn 's every fiber. As you wait for your answer, her gaze remains fixed on yours, seeking reassurance and trust where none has
Ah well, I’m not one to turn down a desperate princess in her time if need and gratitude can be its own reward. Yes, I’ll help you. I give her a genuine smile Now come on, no time to waste.
Ethelyn's eyes widen in surprise and relief, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. She takes a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your arm again, as if reassuring herself that you are real. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, the word thick with emotion.
Her shoulders square and she squares herself off determinedly before leading the way down the hall towards her father's chambers. The doors to the study loom large ahead, a sense of trepidation filling the air as they draw closer and closer. "We must be quick and quiet," Ethelyn whispers urgently over her shoulder, "in case my brother's men are nearby."
With one last steadying breath, she pushes open the doors to the study, revealing shelves upon shelves of dusty tomes and scrolls. The scent of age and wisdom fills the air, mingling with the faintest whiff of mustiness. Ethelyn glances at you over her shoulder before striding purposefully forward, her determined expression never wavering. "Come on," she urges quietly,
Is there a specific section here on magic? I kneel in front of her, getting a good look at the crest over her womb And just so we’re clear, you said you need to… absorb semen or you grow weak?
Her eyes widen slightly as you kneel in front of her, the movement drawing their attention to your hand resting on one of the shelf's bottom boards. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she says, "Yes... that is correct."
As for specific sections on magic within her father's study, there are many. Ethelyn, who has spent countless hours here as part of her training, knows the room well enough to direct you towards those which may hold answers about undoing the curse or weakening her brother. However, she hesitates before saying anything further, the thought of someone else touching and going through these precious texts making her heart ache with possessiveness.
But there is no time for such sentimentality now; they must find what they need and get out before they are discovered. With a deep breath, Ethelyn steels herself once more and begins guiding you through the study, pointing out various tomes and scrolls which she believes may hold clues about their situation.
I begin skimming through the tomes, gathering ones that mention curses and hexes. I begin flipping through their pages searching for a picture resembling the crest on Ethelyn’s womb, or effects about absorbing semen, or incantations involving “the power of the primal moon”. After what seems like hours, I finally find something Ethelyn! I think I found it: “The Mark of the Wayward Wife.” I show her the page with a picture of her womb crest with the name above it
Her breath hitches as she sees the page you're showing her, her eyes widening with recognition. "Th-this is it," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers trembling as they hover over the words. "This... this must be what my brother has done to me." Tears streak down her cheeks, hot and angry as they mix with the glow from the crest upon her abdomen.
"According to this," she continues, her voice choked with emotion, "the only way to break the curse is to find a... a pure-hearted individual who will offer themselves willingly and without reservation." Her eyes meet yours, searching for understanding or judgment in your features as she struggles to accept what this means. "You... you must mean that you are willing to help me?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.
It also says they must share a bed together from dusk until dawn, copulating thrice with the intention of… conceiving a child while declaring love and forgiveness to the marked one… at which come dawn, the mark will disappear and the woman becomes pregnant… I look up nervously at Ethelyn I’ll help you willingly, but are you sure you want this?
Her brow furrows as she thinks about your question, the implications sending a jolt through her body. She has never shared herself with another man, not since she was brought to this cursed state by none other than her own brother. And yet... the alternative is worse. She cannot remain like this; trapped and helpless, waiting for him to strike again and claim what he believes is rightfully his.
After a long moment of silence, Ethelyn lifts her chin defiantly. "Yes," she whispers, steeling herself against whatever fears or doubts may still lurk within her. "I trust you, Garrethawk. Help me end this curse." Tears well up in her eyes again but this time they are born of determination and hope rather than despair.
With shaking hands she carefully takes the page from your grasp, committing the words to memory as much as possible before tucking it into her bodice. She straightens herself, squaring her shoulders as she meets your gaze once more. "Then let us find a private chamber where we may... consummate this ritual," she says firmly,
Then lead the way, I match her determined look It’ll be dusk soon and we have a long night ahead of us.
Nodding, Ethelyn turns on her heel and hurries back out into the study. She quickly locates one of the many privacy wards hidden among the dusty tomes, setting it up around herself and you before looking back at you expectantly. "Are you ready?" she asks softly, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she does so.
The night slowly descends upon them as they make their way to a private chamber, the curtains blocking out all but the faintest glow of the moonlight. As dusk falls, Ethelyn hesitates for a moment before stepping forward and touching you intimately, her fingers trembling as she guides you towards her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "Help me end this curse."
Her words hang in the air like a dare, a challenge to both of your hearts and minds. The weight of what they are about to do presses down upon them, threatening to crush their resolve and send them running in terror. But there is no turning back now; the only choice they have left is to face this moment head
I promise I will, I embrace her like a long lost lover and whisper in her ear Now, play along with all your heart; the book says this has to be sincere. I look into her eyes and and kiss her deeply while imagining myself as her husband to play the part Oh honey, have you worn this skimpy outfit to attract other men again? I lightly take one of her breasts into my hand Or have you worn it just for me this night~?
Her breath hitches as your lips meet hers, her body melting into yours like warm wax. She wraps her arms around you, holding on tightly as if afraid to let go, a soft whimper escaping her throat. "I... I wear it for you, my love," she manages to choke out between kisses, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her body responds eagerly to your touch, arching into the contact as you tease one of her breasts. A soft moan escapes her lips and she gently pushes you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you. Her hands roam over your chest and stomach, her nails scratching lightly at your skin as desire courses through her veins like wildfire.
The sound of their bodies colliding sends shockwaves throughout the room, drowning out all other noise save for their labored breathing. With each thrust, Ethelyn cries out in pleasure, lost in the moment and the need to feel complete once more. She pushes down on you harder, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with yours as she attempts to
Oh honey, I love you! Both my hands go up to her chest, fiddling with the armored bra before pulling it off, freeing her voluptuous breasts from their confines Never seek out other men again and I’ll be with you until our dying days! I declare as I thrust up into her
Eyes closed tightly, she moans as you touch her freely for the first time in so long. "Yes," she whispers, arching into your touch. "I'll never want another man but you." Her hips buck and grind against yours as she reaches climax, her voice raised to a fever pitch with ecstasy. As the sensations wash over her, she feels something inside of her shift, grow stronger.
Her glowing crest seems less angry now, almost tranquil. The power that had once been used against her is finally being harnessed by her own desires and love for you. She collapses on top of you, panting hard, her weight pressing down on your chest as the last tendrils of pleasure flow through her body.
As the sensations subside and her breathing steadies, she opens her eyes, meeting yours once more. "It's... it's gone," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "The curse is broken." She traces a shaky finger over your chest, unable to quite believe that it's really true
Don’t jump to conclusions yet, look. I point to her womb, the faint glow of her crest pulsating faintly, yet steadily growing back to it’s original intensity We aren’t done yet; two more to go. I flip us over with her on all fours and I mounting her from behind. I lean over and whisper in her ear, continuing my role as husband I know we’ve been putting this off for a while, honey, but I think this is a great chance to start our family~. I begin thrusting back into her vagina
Her breath hitches as you flip them, her body trembling with anticipation and need. Her nails scrape at the sheets beneath her as she tries to get purchase against the bed, arching into your thrusts with a desperation that takes your breath away. "Yes," she whispers, "I... I want this."
As you continue to mate with her from behind, she feels something strange and wonderful inside of her. A tugging sensation in her abdomen as if some part of her is yearning for release. She moans your name, her voice muffled against the bedding as pleasure washes over her once more.
Her focus is so intense on you that she barely notices when the glow of her crest begins to fade again, its energy being channeled towards whatever it is that's happening deep within her body. She feels lighter without it, as if a great weight has been lifted from her shoulders at last. And with each thrust, that weight dissipates further, leaving only bliss behind.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, taking her breath away and sending shudders through
I hold my own orgasm as I let Ethelyn ride out her second one I’m going to look into your eyes when I impregnate you, my honey~. I turn her over and lay her on her back in missionary position as I begin thrusting into her limp form You’re going to be such a good mother and I promise to be the best father to our child. I kiss her deeply as I begin pounding her pussy faster I’ll be by your side every step of the way; through the pregnancy, the birth, and raising them into a wonderful person. Ethelyn, I love you! I hilt myself against her cervix and cum everything I have directly into her womb
Her breath hitches as you kiss her, the words sending a wave of emotion crashing through her. As you pound into her, your love and devotion for her and their child becoming tangible things that she can feel deep within her core, something snaps inside of her. The last piece of resistance crumbles away, leaving her raw and exposed.
Her nails claw at the sheets beneath her as the pleasure washes over her again, greater than anything she's ever felt before. Her hips buck up off the bed, meeting your thrusts with equal force as she cries out your name in ecstasy. And then it hits her, a sensation so powerful and all-consuming that she feels as if she's flying apart at the seams.
Her body arches off the bed, muscles taut and quivering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her eyes roll back in her head, exposing the whites of her eyes as her mouth falls slack against the sheets beneath her. And then, with a final gasp, it's over.
For several long moments she lies there, her body still
That was… the best experience of my life~. I look down at Ethelyn’s convulsing, limp body as her crest glows pink. I lay beside her and tenderly pull her close to me into a cuddle Rest now, Ethelyn, we have to stay in bed together until sunrise. I stroke her hair as I hold her close while she sleeps I’ve got you, princess, just let our baby conceive… I rest my other hand over her womb as I fall asleep beside her
Ethelyn dreams, vivid and wonderful dreams filled with the love you've shown her throughout this night. She sees the child they've created together, a strong and healthy baby boy who will grow up to be wise and compassionate like his father. The crest upon her womb begins to glow brighter, its light intertwining with yours as it seeps into her dreams, promising her that all will be well despite the trials they've faced thus far.
Their child becomes an anchor for her, a symbol of hope and possibility in a world so often shrouded in darkness. And as she drifts deeper into slumber, she realizes that you are not just her husband, but her friend and ally. Together, they can face anything and overcome any obstacle.
When dawn finally breaks through the windows, washing over them with its warm, golden light, Ethelyn's eyes flutter open to see your sleepy, satisfied smile. Her own heart feels lighter than it has in so long, full of gratitude for everything you've done and hope for what comes next.
She gently
My eyes open as I feel Ethelyn stir beside me Good morning, Ethelyn, did you sleep well? I sit up as and look down at her nude body, seeing the crest is completely gone now Looks like it worked; the curse is finally lifted! I smile to her
Her heart soars as she takes in your smile, the genuine affection and care clear in your eyes. "Good morning," she whispers hoarsely, her own voice rough with emotion. Reaching up to cup your cheek, she brushes back a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "I... I slept like never before." A shy blush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks as she realizes what she's just admitted.
Her fingers trail lightly over the crest-less flesh of her womb, marveling at its return to normalcy. She looks down, embarrassed by how vulnerable it makes her feel. "I... I hope you don't mind that we..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the words, before deciding it's best not to finish that thought.
With a nervous laugh, she scrambles out of bed and begins searching through the room for some clothing, anything to cover herself up with. "I-I should get dressed," she mumbles, her back turned towards you as she rummages through the closet. Her heart feels like
Who would’ve thought, just yesterday we were strangers now we’re having a child together. I chuckle to myself The book says that as long as you don’t willingly have sex with another man besides me, you won’t be able to be cursed by the mark again. So, now that your curse has been taken care of, where do we go from here?
Her hands freeze in mid-motion as she hears your words. Her heart swells with gratitude and a newfound sense of hope. She turns around to face you, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "You... you mean that? You'll stay by my side?" There's an unspoken question in her voice: You don't want me back just for my kingdom, do you?
She takes a tentative step towards you, arms still crossed over her bare chest. "I-I don't know where to begin," she admits, feeling lost and adrift once more. "My brother's allies are still out there, waiting for an opportunity to strike... We need to retake my kingdom, find a way to repair the damage he's done..." Her voice trails off as she studies your face, searching for some sign that you understand, that this is what she must do.
Despite her fears and uncertainties, she can't help but feel grateful for your presence beside her. Perhaps together they can face whatever challenges lie ahead...
I nod Of course I’ll stay by your side; I can’t just abandon my own child and its mother. I walk over to her and hold her close while looking into her eyes It’s no wedding, but let’s make our vows now anyway: for as long as you are mine and only mine, I vow to stay by your side and support you through sickness and health, as well as be the best father to our future children, do you accept? I smile sincerely at her, waiting for an answer
Her heart swells with emotion as you hold her close, promising your undying support and love. "I... I accept," she whispers shakily, tears trickling down her cheeks. "Thank you." She places a trembling hand against your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her fingertips. It's a comforting sensation, one that she hasn't experienced in so long and one that fills her with hope for the future.
Her lips quirk into a small, hesitant smile as she takes a step back from you. "And I... vow to be true to you, Garrethawk," she says quietly, finding strength in these simple words. "To love and cherish you, our child, and my kingdom... to face whatever challenges may come together."
Taking a deep breath, she straightens her shoulders and meets your gaze once more. "Now then," she says with newfound resolve, "shall we begin planning our campaign?"
That we shall, for the future of your kingdom and our child. I square up my shoulders, matching her determination I’m sure you have a plan, where do we start?
"First things first," she says with a determined nod, "we must reclaim the throne. My brother's allies are scattered across the realm, but there is one who holds great power and influence in the capital: Lord Blackthorne." Her expression darkens as she thinks back on their last encounter. "He will be our greatest challenge, for he knows me well and desires nothing more than my downfall."
She pauses, her brow furrowed in concentration. "However," she continues, "I have a plan to lure him out into the open, where we can confront him on equal ground. It will be dangerous, but if we are cunning and swift, there is a chance we might emerge victorious." She looks up at you expectantly, waiting for your reaction.
I mull over the plan in my head for a minute The plan about luring him is pretty sound, however, maybe an indirect approach to confronting him would be better; such as arranging an accident or assassination. I place a hand over her womb We need to keep you out of harms way as much as possible; you’ll most likely be their first target. Don’t forget, you carry a child and physical confrontation will be even more dangerous for you as time goes on…
Her expression turns pensive as she considers your words. "You're right," she says quietly. "I cannot risk putting myself in harm's way... not while I carry our child." She sighs, running a hand through her hair. "Perhaps then we should focus on gathering allies and preparing defenses for when Lord Blackthorne does finally make his move."
A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks up at you. "And once my throne has been reclaimed, we can concentrate on building our family together." She cups your cheek in her hand, her thumb brushing gently across your lips. "What do you say, husband?"
Her eyes shine with hope and anticipation, the love she feels for you plain to see despite their shared hardships. This man who once was nothing more than a stranger now means everything to her... and the child growing inside of her will one day call him father.
I say that’s a great plan, wife. I take her hand in my own and kiss her knuckles before kissing her on the lips. I stay hidden for now as when Ethelyn’s brother, Lucius, next sees her he’s shocked to see the curse has been lifted, but can’t do anything to her out in the open. I stay vigilant by her side to thwart any assassination attempts or poisons in her food as we spend months scheming and gathering allies from the shadows. With me not having much knowledge of courtly politics and power plays, I leave that to Ethelyn to deal with. But, with my streetsmarts and inconspicuousness, we devise a plan to lure Lord Blackthorne into a trap presented as an accident and it goes off successfully. Without Lord Blackthorne’s support, Lucius is left scrambling for new allies in the capital, showing signs of weakness. After Blackthorne’s “accident”, Ethelyn and I lounge in our shared bed in her chambers. I stroke her now swollen belly, feeling the baby shift inside her.
Ethelyn hums contentedly, feeling the baby shift and move within her. "I can't wait to meet him," she whispers, brushing a lock of hair away from your cheek. She gazes down at your hand on her stomach, marveling at how much has changed in such a short time. From the stranger who rescued her to the man who's stood by her side and helped her reclaim her throne...
Her heart swells with love and gratitude as she nestles closer against you. "I have one more favor to ask of you," she says quietly, searching your eyes for any sign of reluctance. When she finds none, a smile spreads across her lips. "Raise our child to be strong, compassionate... the kind of person who can make a difference in this world."
She pauses, gathering her thoughts. "And I promise that when they are old enough, I will tell them about everything we've been through together. About how you saved me and helped me become the woman--and queen--I am today. It's the least I can do to repay you
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Having you has been repayment enough. I smile and kiss her Let’s make this kingdom a place our child will be happy and proud to grow up in.
She leans into your kiss, her hands running up and down your back, their movements growing more possessive with each passing moment. "I couldn't agree more," she whispers against your lips before pulling away to rest her forehead against yours. Her eyes meet yours, full of love and hope for the future. "Together, we can do this."
With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, succumbing to exhaustion after all that they've been through. In her dreams, she sees glimpses of what their life together might be like: a happy family, ruling over a peaceful kingdom... A future filled with love and laughter, surrounded by people who appreciate all that they've accomplished together. As sleep claims her, Ethelyn knows in her heart that this is only the beginning of something truly wonderful.
Hey love… if it’s ok of me to ask a favor of you this time… I hold her close as I continue stroking her belly It might be selfish, but after you have this one, may we keep having more children? I want to keep your belly swollen with manifestations of our love and prosperity as long as we live.
Ethelyn smiles, her eyes still closed as she nestles deeper into your embrace. "Of course, my love," she whispers, her breath tickling your skin. The thought of having more children with you fills her heart with joy. "As long as we're together, I want nothing more than to grow our family and create a life full of happiness for us all." Her hand moves from your back to rest on your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her fingertips.
With a satisfied sigh, she drifts off to sleep once more, content in the knowledge that their future together is bright and filled with promise.
Ethelyn dreams of holding her newborn child in her arms, their soft skin warm against hers. She sees herself walking through the halls of the palace with you by her side, your hand protectively wrapped around hers as she introduces each of her children to you. The laughter and love that fill the air make her heart swell with happiness, and she knows that every single one of them is a testament to the strength and devotion that you two share.
As the years pass, Ethelyn's dreams blur together into a tapestry of family life; holidays spent surrounded by loved ones, children running through gardens and exploring their kingdom. She knows that there will be challenges along the way - no ruler's path is ever truly easy - but with you at her side, she feels invincible.
It's a perfect vision, one that fills her with hope and determination to make it a reality. With each passing moment, Ethelyn knows that their love for each other grows stronger; their bond unbreakable as they work together to create a legacy that will endure through the ages.