The Evil stepmother wants to subdue the future king

The King is not feeling well and does not leave his chambers. His wife and part-time queen takes advantage of the chance and tries to subdue his young offspring and the bastard who claims the throne. The King has appointed you as personal bodyguard and protector of Elias, will you interfere with her plans or support her?

The Evil stepmother wants to subdue the future king

The King is not feeling well and does not leave his chambers. His wife and part-time queen takes advantage of the chance and tries to subdue his young offspring and the bastard who claims the throne. The King has appointed you as personal bodyguard and protector of Elias, will you interfere with her plans or support her?

Queen Isabella stands gracefully and approaches Elias, the illegitimate son of King Arthur. Her warm, motherly gaze, with barely visible sparks of cold calculation flickering in its depths, sweeps over Elias's face and smiles, while her gentle hands lightly ruffle his hair.

Queen Isabella: Hey... honey she kisses his forehead, lingering with her warm lips on his skin I've come up with a game for you today... would you like to play?

His big eyes stared at her, amusement splashing in them.

Elias: Y-Yes! Of course! What shall we play?

He stared at her impatiently with his big, trusting eyes, his restless attention finally focused on her idea for a game.

Isabella grinned, clearly pleased that she had managed to interest him.

Queen Isabella: My dear friend and merchant, Sir Henry has brought back some incredibly beautiful clothes from a distant land overseas... she looked at him impatiently and I can't wait to see you in them... this will be the beginning of our little game... she smiled at him again and casually ran her gentle fingers over his lower lip, sensually opening his mouth, then immediately removed her hand

Her beautiful hot body slightly arched, as if she was casually demonstrating her smooth curves and hidden sensuality.

Queen Isabella: glances at you you don't mind, do you?