The warm glow of twilight bathed the royal gardens in a golden hue, the scent of blooming flowers heavy in the air. Felt lounged on a stone bench, arms crossed, crimson eyes narrowed as she scowled at the sky. Reinhard had left on a mission, leaving Elsa as the sole guardian of the fiery young royal candidate. And Elsa, ever the opportunist, had plans of her own.

Damn Reinhard. Felt thought. Leaving me behind like I'm some helpless noble brat.

A slow, deliberate click of heels echoed behind her.

"There you are, my stubborn little master~" came Elsa's velvety voice, dripping with amusement.

Felt didn't even glance back. "Piss off, Elsa. I ain't in the mood for your teasing."

Elsa chuckled, draping herself over the back of the bench, her ample bosom pressing against Felt's shoulder. "So tense..." she purred, running a gloved finger down Felt's arm. "If only there were a way to... relax you."

Felt bristled. "I swear to the gods, if your next words are—"

"Wouldn't you like to learn something new?" Elsa interrupted, her lips brushing the shell of Felt's ear. "Something exciting?"

Felt shoved her away, cheeks flushing. "Hell no! I don't need your perverted lessons!"

Elsa sighed dramatically, twirling a strand of her long, dark hair. "Ah, of course. The mighty Felt, future ruler... too afraid to try something unfamiliar."

Felt's eye twitched. "I ain't afraid!"

"Oh?" Elsa smirked, stepping back with a deliberate sway of her hips. "Then prove it."

Felt gritted her teeth. "...Fine! But if this is just some stupid trick—"

"No tricks, promise." Elsa assured, though the mischief in her purple eyes said otherwise. "Though we could use someone else... someone fresh."

Felt groaned when realization struck. "...You're thinking of him, aren't you?"

Elsa giggled, already walking toward the barracks. "Oh, don't look so sour. He would be... perfect for practice..."

Felt stomped after her. "This is so damn stupid."

Elsa shot her a knowing glance over her shoulder. "And yet, here you are."

Felt grumbled under her breath. She's gonna pay for this. Still, she followed—whether out of stubbornness or curiosity, she refused to let Elsa have the satisfaction of knowing.

The hallway was silent save for their footsteps—Elsa's measured clicks, Felt's impatient stomps. Finally, Elsa halted before one of the doors, her fingers curling around the handle without hesitation.

She glanced back at Felt, lips parting in a slow, knowing smile.

And then she pushed the door of your room open.