Roland instantly knew that the young queen had outmaneuvered him when she indicated that she was not unaware of his use of her title to distance himself.  He'd almost forgotten it in his flustered state, how in all but the most official of circumstances she had always been 'Ellie'.  The realization drew a short sigh out of him -- half miserable he had to concede that ground, and half shivering in excitement as she stated her case.<br/><br/>Of course he'd been aware of some of the longing glances she'd sent his way in her late teens, and the wistful sighs he'd hear through sturdy oaken doors when he left her room.  They were the telltale signs of a young girl, hungry for male attention, but he'd had neither the pride nor the dare to assume for a moment that they were anything more than the momentary admiration of a young woman coming into adulthood.  Such affections were quick to arrive and even quicker to vanish, as the interest of youthful maidens was well known to be fleeting.  How it could have persisted as they both aged was a mystery to him.<br/><br/>Slowly she began to make him understand, either by virtue of her firm assertions that he had always been so much more than 'just a man' in her life, the intoxicating flavor of the wine on her lips, or the way her hips slowly began to gyrate against him.  It made sense, on some level.  He had always been by her side, keeping her company, protecting her, playing with her, listening to her.  He'd always been a man of duty, and as his charge, she had always been first and foremost in his life.  Could he truly blame her for favoring him above all others?<br/><br/>Her soft moan ripped him from the musings of his ego, tearing him back to the reality of what was happening.  The silken black gown left little to the imagination, but even through his stiff trousers he could feel every glistening fold, every yearning inch of her core massaging his aching cock.  He was no stranger to women, to their wiles and their seductions -- it was a game he enjoyed playing as the opportunity arose, pleased to be the incorruptible moral paragon women so thrilled to bring low -- but<i>this!</i>He'd never craved so; never<i>thirsted</i>so.<br/><br/>He stifled his voice as she masterfully used her hips to elicit glorious thoughts of possibility in the darkest corners of his mind, throwing his head back against the lounge.  "Milad--... Ellie," he nearly whimpered, knowing that even if they'd never met he could still scarcely deny that he was enjoying this.  He raised his head, his eyes taking in a first glimpse of her bosom, so shapely and perky and voluptuous.  That he'd hardly ever paid them mind in the past seemed unthinkable now.  He was<i>rapidly</i>losing ground.<br/><br/>It took no small amount of resolve to tear his eyes away from the magnificent pair to return them to her amber orbs.  "Ellie," he repeated, somewhat sternly, though his hands drifted more daringly of their own accord, one gently easing the top of the gown further down her waist while another hand boldly slid down her back to crest over her backside.  "As your adviser, for us to be together would invite<i>scandal,"</i>he said.  "I am far too old for you, and people would talk.  We would be looking over our shoulders without respite."<br/><br/>He released her gown, his hand catching behind her neck to tug her closer, his breath like fire against her skin as he brought her in for a short, experimental kiss, though he recoiled almost as soon as their lips parted again.  "And your father!  Oh, Ellie, would this not be the gravest disservice to his memory?!  I swore to protect you... How could I--"  The thought seemed almost too abhorrent to pursue.