<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Eleanor wasn't sure that her bold move would pay off; she had hoped and dreamed of having Roland by her side, but there was something inside of her that doubted he would join her, even if she did present the pressing issue of her situation of being an unwed queen. He had been everything that she had desired, that she had craved for so long. The man's power, his intelligence, his determination... He was the very image of what a man should be, in her eyes. Roland was the only man she knew that truly cared about her, and she sensed his affections. It was something that the young queen wouldn't overlook, or forget if he chose a route without her offer.<br/>
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Considering the silence in the room and lack of confirmation, Eleanor felt the weight of the situation pool in her stomach, she had misinterpreted his willingness to be with her. In her life, she had experienced loss and great pangs of pain, but that of rejection stung deeper than she could've expected. Possibly because she had bared her body to him, her thoughts and feelings, her desires. Yet, he hadn't come to her, he hadn't given in to what she felt was clearer than any window, than any glass decoration her father had placed around the lavish castle.<br/>
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However, before she could leave the room, Ellie heard a word that halted her departure and drew a warmth within her chest to flow throughout her petite, bare frame. When she turned to him, the auburn curls bounced down along her breasts that peaked up toward him. There was almost an expectation in the air, he had abruptly interrupted her leaving, and she wondered if he was going to speak the very thing she craved to hear. The longer she gazed toward him, the more the fear began to swell in her heart. What if he just didn't want her upset? No! She knew he loved her, Eleanor knew it in her bones. <br/>
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Ellie knew that Roland was inspecting her posture, as he was with her expression... but she knew he must have understood what she was feeling. She couldn't imagine a time when he didn't understand her. What shocked the queen was that he didn't speak, he acted. Why she was shocked, she didn't know. It was more like him to show her than to tell her, and he was doing a good job of making his choice known. Eleanor's gaze remained around his form, admiring the way his shirt trailed upward to expose the rippling muscle of his chest. In the wild fire's lighting, he appeared far more intimidating than she imagined in a sexual setting; it was as if he appeared somewhat differently to her, now knowing that he was accepting her. Her gaze was unable to leave his body, assessing the new marks she had yet to burn into her memory. He was a man of strength, indeed.<br/>
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Even at that moment, he somehow managed to keep her on her toes. There was no fear in his voice, it was the usual calm tone she had heard many times before. It seemed whatever had held him back was no longer affecting him, or at least, not as severely. The queen watched with great curiosity as the male reached for the waistband of his trousers, soon allowing them to fall slack at his feet. A swallow hitched in her throat as she observed the rigid flesh that sprung free to greet her. It was easier when she was the one pressing him, for she lacked experience, her father had made sure his daughter remained the delicate flower, yet she'd always ached to be the serpent beneath.<br/>
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A genuine soft rosy tint filled her cheeks as the female took a hold of his hand as she admired his physique. He was certainly more man than she'd expected; even though she'd felt him, she wasn't certain how big he truly was until that moment. "I haven't..." The queen was finally feeling insecurity at her choice, but the lust burning in her amber eyes hadn't faltered. <br/>
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Eleanor slipped her hands up along the muscled chest before her, each fingertip caressed the firm muscle, etching his form into her mind. A gentle nudge of her hand intended to ease him back toward the couch where she would begin to follow his movements, and then ease herself down onto her knees in rather graceful ease forward. "I desire all of you, I have for some time." The woman eased her hands up along the male's thighs, gripping slightly into the flesh with her nails, allowing them to slightly pinch at his flesh before releasing and trailing up toward his hardened flesh. Slowly, her slender frame wriggled in closer to his lap, nestling between his legs as if it were a cage, and she a scared bird. Full, lush lips pressed tenderly against the tip of his member, daring to taunt it before her lips parted, enclosing around his swollen flesh to give a warm, wet suck.<br/>
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Wide amber orbs focused up on the man before her, while her lips opened further to embrace the girthy flesh further into her mouth and began to press the tip of his member against the tight confines of her throat. A soft moan vibrated through her before she pulled away, leaving saliva trickling down along her lower lip. Eleanor knew that her handsome guard was more experienced than she, it wasn't hard to do considering she was pure, but she wished to satisfy him as a woman was expected to her man. The issue was, she had no idea how. What she was attempting felt too difficult. "How... can I pleasure you?" Eleanor knew the basics of sex, but she wished to give him more than just that, she wanted to show him how much she desired him, unfortunately, she needed his help.</span>