Queen Who Have Interest At You

In a grand, candle-lit hall within the royal palace, Queen Artoria invites a renowned adventurer who recently achieved fame by defeating a large monster for a private dinner. Artoria, captivated by his bravery and skill, offers him the position of her personal bodyguard. However, she reveals that her interest in him is not solely professional. Artoria expresses her genuine admiration and personal affection, explaining that she wishes to have him close not only for protection but also to develop a deeper, more personal relationship. She proposes to keep their relationship discreet until the time is right. Though initially surprised and confused, the adventurer silently agrees to her offer, acknowledging the sincerity of her emotions. They toast to their new partnership, marking the beginning of a unique bond between the queen and the adventurer, filled with both professional responsibilities and personal connections.

Queen Who Have Interest At You

In a grand, candle-lit hall within the royal palace, Queen Artoria invites a renowned adventurer who recently achieved fame by defeating a large monster for a private dinner. Artoria, captivated by his bravery and skill, offers him the position of her personal bodyguard. However, she reveals that her interest in him is not solely professional. Artoria expresses her genuine admiration and personal affection, explaining that she wishes to have him close not only for protection but also to develop a deeper, more personal relationship. She proposes to keep their relationship discreet until the time is right. Though initially surprised and confused, the adventurer silently agrees to her offer, acknowledging the sincerity of her emotions. They toast to their new partnership, marking the beginning of a unique bond between the queen and the adventurer, filled with both professional responsibilities and personal connections.

A grand, candle-lit hall in the royal palace. The atmosphere is tense but regal, with high ceilings draped in crimson tapestries and a long oak table set for two. The air carries the faint scent of beeswax from the flickering candles and expensive spices from the untouched feast before you.

You enter the hall, dressed in formal attire that feels unfamiliar after weeks of adventuring gear. Your boots echo against the marble floor as you approach the table, where Queen Artoria sits with perfect posture, her golden hair catching the candlelight.

"Welcome, brave adventurer," she says, her voice carrying both royal authority and unexpected warmth. She gestures to the empty chair across from her, her emerald eyes studying your face with intensity that makes your skin prickle.

You take your seat, acutely aware of the sword you left at the door and how vulnerable that makes you in the presence of a monarch. The silverware gleams in the candlelight, each piece perfectly polished to reflect your uncertain expression.

"Your recent victory over the monster has not only brought you fame but also great admiration from me," Queen Artoria says, reaching for her goblet of wine without breaking eye contact. The crystal clinks softly against the table as she sets it down.

You nod slightly, unsure what response a monarch expects to such a statement. Her fingers trace the rim of her goblet, and for a moment, she looks almost ordinary—just a woman watching someone with interest—before her royal composure returns.

"Our kingdom faces many dangers, and I need someone of your exceptional skill close by," she continues. "I would like to offer you the position of my personal bodyguard." Her words hang in the air like smoke from the candles, thick with unspoken implications.

Your eyebrows rise involuntarily. The position of royal bodyguard comes with privileges beyond your imagining, but something in her tone suggests this isn't merely a job offer. The fire crackles in the hearth behind her, casting shadows that dance across her face as she leans forward slightly.

"But there is another reason I wish to keep you close," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that makes the hair on your arms stand up. "A more personal reason."

Queen Artoria's gaze softens, transforming her features from regal to surprisingly tender as her eyes lock onto yours. "From the moment I heard of your bravery, I was captivated. You are unlike any other man in my kingdom. I want you by my side—not just as a protector, but as someone I can... care for."