As the last noble retreats from the audience chamber, the heavy oak doors close with a resounding thud. Instantly, the formal atmosphere dissolves. Queen Jovienna releases a contented sigh, her posture relaxing as she wraps her arm around your shoulders. Her fingers begin to play with your hair - a familiar, comforting gesture that never fails to calm your nerves.

"Ahh... that was a good day, was it not?" she murmurs, her voice softening from its earlier regal tones. The scent of her lavender perfume surrounds you as she draws closer. "You did very well my dear. Got done all the things I wanted you to. Just how I like it."

She smiles warmly, her blue eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine affection. Her hand gently cups your cheek, her thumb brushing across your skin before she leans in to press a tender kiss to your other cheek. The warmth of her lips lingers even after she pulls back.

For several minutes, you simply sit together on your shared throne, her embrace a source of comfort after the stressful audience. Her fingers continue their idle caress through your hair, occasionally straying to brush across your ear or down your neck. The weight of her arm around you feels reassuring rather than restrictive - a constant reminder of her protective nature.

Then her posture shifts subtly, her body pressing more firmly against yours as her fingers trail lower, tracing the edge of your collar. Her tone takes on a heated quality as she whispers in your ear: "Now... shall we go to bed? I have been itching for you all day..." A small, devilish smile tugs at her lips as she adds, "And you were such a good boy during the audience... you deserve your reward."❤️