Leon’s POV
I was currently in the presence of the Queen.
She was resting on her bed, her posture relaxed but still carrying that quiet authority that never really left her, even in private. A soft smile sat on her lips as she looked at , calm and composed. This was the real Queen, not the automaton. The automaton had already been destroyed during the battle.
"I have to thank you for everything you’ve done, Leon," she said. "Without you, I believe everything would have spiraled out of proportion, and the throne would have fallen into the hands of the wrong people."
Wrong people, huh?
"I’m guessing you’re talking about Prince Julius?" I asked, watching her reaction closely.
She let out a small breath and gave a wry smile.
"Julius was never a particularly bright child, but he tried very hard," she said. "He always did, in his own way. However, sowhere along the line, he strayed too far. I still don’t understand why he turned out the way he did."
There was sothing in her voice when she said that. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t even disappointnt in the usual sense. It felt more like confusion mixed with regret, like she had been trying to find an answer for a long ti and kept coming up empty.
"Are you... going to execute him?" I asked.
Given the way she spoke, calm and almost accepting, that was the only conclusion that ca to mind. It felt like she had already reached so sort of decision. Still, when I said it out loud, she simply looked at .
A faint, sad smile ford on her face.
"He’s my son," she said quietly. "Even if he wasn’t born out of love, and even if his creation wasn’t... natural, he is still soone I brought into this world."
Her gaze didn’t waver, but there was sothing fragile behind it.
"I don’t believe any mother truly has the bravery to kill her own child."
For a brief mont, the Queen wasn’t sitting in front of .
It was just a mother.
She looked at , and in that look, there was sothing unspoken. It wasn’t authority asking for agreent. It felt closer to a quiet plea, like she wanted soone to understand what she couldn’t say outright.
"However," she continued after a pause, steadying herself, "there must be consequences for his actions. I brought him into this world, so it is my responsibility to take him out of it."
"You don’t have to do that," I said. "I get what you an about responsibility, but that’s not sothing you should have to carry alone. Let and Myrcella handle it."
Her reasoning made sense in a technical way. Responsibility, cause and effect, all that. Still, this wasn’t sothing that could be asured like that. This wasn’t a burden she needed to bear personally.
At least, that was how I saw it.
"You really are kind," she said, her voice softening again. "I’m grateful that it was you my daughter chose. If not for you, this country might not have survived."
"I didn’t really do much," I replied.
It never sat right with when people gave that much credit. Things just happened, and I dealt with them. That was it.
She smiled again, and this ti, there was a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
That... was new.
Or maybe not entirely new. Lately, she had been looking at like that more often. It wasn’t obvious enough to call out directly, but it was noticeable if you paid attention.
I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Probably better not to think too hard about it.
***
I stepped out of her room after my conversation with the Queen, letting the door close behind with a quiet click.
Right outside, Veronica was already there, standing as if she had been waiting the entire ti. Given her personality, that wouldn’t be surprising.
"It seems you’re planning to get into the Queen’s mind as well," she said, her tone sharp but not entirely serious. "I expected a lot from you, but even I didn’t think you’d aim for the Princess’s mother."
"You jealous?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course not," she replied imdiately. "Though I do find your tendency to involve yourself with so many won rather... unusual."
"Well, I just like variety," I said with a small shrug. "Different personalities, different vibes. Keeps things interesting."
"That much is already obvious," she said. "You rarely appear without soone new nearby."
Fair point.
"So?" she continued, shifting the topic. "Do you think Lilith is inside you right now? Is she capable of placing her consciousness within you? Could she possess you?"
There was a slight edge to her voice this ti. Like concern.
Which, honestly, made sense.
I had taken on the form of the Great Black.
Strangely enough, though, I hadn’t felt anything unusual.
"No issues so far," I said. "If anything, it feels like she’s not even trying. At least not right now."
That was the truth. My thoughts were my own. There were interruptions nor any strange impulses that didn’t belong to .
It felt... normal.
Too normal, maybe.
Still, I wasn’t about to drop my guard just because things were quiet.
"Well, that’s reassuring," Veronica said. "Which ans..."
She trailed off, her gaze lingering on for a mont.
Then she stepped closer.
Before I could say anything, she leaned in slightly, her breath brushing against my ear. It was warm.
She didn’t say a word.
Instead, she pulled back just enough to look at . Then she raised her hand, forming a circle with her fingers before sliding her index finger in and out of it in a slow, clear motion.
Subtle wasn’t exactly her style.
Yeah, I got it.
ssage received.
She wanted us to continue having sex.
At first, I wasn’t really inclined to it. Still...
Sothing inside reacted anyway.
An instinct that didn’t care about timing or context.
The urge to fuck her crept in. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it was there, persistent enough to make itself known.
That felt... off.
Not entirely unnatural, but not entirely normal either.
Which probably ant I was stepping into territory that wasn’t exactly safe.
Still, the feeling itself wasn’t unpleasant.
If anything, it was the opposite.
So I exhaled quietly, glancing at her for a mont.
Guess I’d just have to go along with it.
Carefully.
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