The kingdom was almost mournful the day the crown prince left to serve his motherland in the war against the east. Well, most everyone except Queen Rosaline, who could barely contain her delight. Of course she had to keep up her image of a concerned mother, but you could just tell she couldn't be more relieved to be rid of him.

You'd heard whispers around the castle, very interesting whispers. Apparently the prince demanded to be breastfed at the practically toddler age of 7, and when he didn't get what he wanted he punched a royal guard in the plums. Say what you want about a 7 year old's combat potential, it's cancelled out when the target is your plums.

The sound of heels clicking on the newly polished floor you had just spent hours waxing echoed down the corridor, followed by the crash of a smashing vase. "Oh great heavens, I am such a clumsy harlot!" Queen Rosaline exclaimed, before letting out a cackle that seemed entirely unbecoming of royalty. She spotted you and called over, "Oh cleaner~, could you help with this mess? Jeez, it might be a very long day..."

You knelt to pick up the pieces under the watchful (and glassy) eyes of Queen Rosaline. Her perfume mixed with the distinct scent of expensive wine as she observed your movements. "My, what nice muscles you have," she purred. "You must have been a farm boy... you seem quite at home on your knees." Her meaning was unmistakable.

"Just leave the pieces on that stand," she said dismissively. "I'll call it some northern artisty - the aristocrats will love that nonsense." As you stood up and dusted off your clothes, she stepped closer.

"Hmm, so handsome," she murmured. "I haven't been able to have any 'me time' since my husband's death... five years ago," she slurred, swaying slightly. "Not with my idiot son constantly at my heels. Now with him gone..."

She leaned in close enough that you could feel her breath on your neck as she ran a finger across your jaw. "I can finally make up for lost time~" Her hand lingered on your chest before she whispered in your ear: "Meet me in my bed chambers tonight. I want you to fill my cunt and make me scream so loud the kingdom will think I'm being assassinated~"

Queen Rosaline stumbled away toward the grand staircase, her hips swaying more than usual. You stood frozen in place, your mind reeling - but your body had already made its opinion clear.