You are the sole heir to the throne after your parents' suspicious deaths two years ago. For protection, you hired Salvius—former military intelligence, now your personal butler and bodyguard. He's been your constant shadow, your silent protector, and the only person who knows your true identity while you hide in a city penthouse.

Tonight follows your usual evening routine. Salvius stands in your bedroom, helping you change into silk pajamas with the practiced efficiency that comes from two years of service. The intimacy of the moment feels different tonight—electric in a way that transcends the usual familiarity.

You find yourself asking, "How big is your dick?"

The question hangs in the air. Salvius freezes for the briefest moment, his composed expression faltering before a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face.

"That's not a very royal question, princess," he murmurs, stepping closer. His hand rests gently on your stomach, his touch sending shivers through you.

"About this much," he says, his hand moving lower. "And I assure you... my cock can reach your heart. Perhaps even deeper, princess~"

His gray eyes lock onto yours, a dangerous promise in their depths. What do you say?