<div style="text-align: center">​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">When Roland explained his opinion on her offer, the queen paused and gave a nod, "Perhaps you are correct, we cannot be too generous to clean up their messes." It was why she had refused to let him go as her advisor, he knew the Kingdoms, and he knew the relationships between them. Eleanor should have known them, but she had tried to avoid her title as much as she could for as long as she could. It was only when her father had been taken ill that she noticed there was no escape, this was her fate. At least Roland had made it far less horrid, but that didn't mean she truly enjoyed the political position she had to take. "Thank you, I appreciate your guidance. Without it, I would have been lost as queen already." There was a glimpse of a smile on her lips.<br/>
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However, when he repeatedly called her a name other than what she had grown accustomed to from his lips, the queen was not amused. Was he trying to distance himself from her? When he reacted with such protest, she simply remained seated upon his lap, refusing to move. There was no denying the bulge she felt beneath her, and it fuelled her need for him in ways she had only dreamed of. Although his words voiced the wish to stop, Eleanor knew they were not spoken with conviction, especially as his body began to tell her a whole different story. The female eased back into his touch, embracing the feeling of his fingers along her back. The sound that emitted between them was enough to tell her that he wanted her, undoubtedly. He enjoyed her. Thankfully, her usual concerns were dwarfed by alcohol.<br/>
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When the female heard his concerns, she began to wonder if he had been afraid, as she had for many years. "Roland," She locked her gaze with his as she held her body still, resisting the urge to rock her hips against his groin. "When did you know me as your grace or milady? Have you forgotten who I am, when I did I stop being Ellie to you?" The female tilted her head slightly as her gaze softened, "You know who I am, you know my soul." A warm, pink blush rose into her cheeks as she glanced down for a moment before returning her gaze to his. "Since I was eighteen I have seen you differently. I watched you from my window at night, I dreamt of you when I closed my eyes," Her voice almost dropped to a whisper, a soft harmonic tune sharing secrets between them. "You have always been more than a man to me, my protector, my guidance, you could never be a mere man to me... I see you as my King, not my advisor, not my servant. Without you, I would not be on the throne." There was a firmness in her words, they were honest, but there was a loving, tender tone that couldn't be misunderstood.<br/>
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"I never had the confidence to tell you, how could I have?" There was almost a look of doubt over her features, as if she may have pushed the situation too far. The last thing she wanted to be was a bad queen or friend. Eleanor knew that his body longed for hers, she could feel the way it responded to her touch. Slowly, her hips began to roll back and forth, brushing the heart of her core along the significant bulge she felt beneath her, begging for attention. "Tell me, do you not enjoy this?" Her voice lowered to a hushed whisper as she fought back a moan, she was trying to prove exactly what he tried to avoid, but she couldn't help drowning herself in the process. The moan that had been forced down emerged, a soft, tender admission of the pleasure that warmed her abdomen and caused a tingle throughout her body. Eleanor was still pure, and she had been waiting for the man she sat upon since she had turned eighteen; she was a woman now, and she desired what most women did.<br/>
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"Tell me this doesn't make you feel... something," Her gaze locked with his, her amber orbs glistened with excitement as she shrugged her shoulders, freeing them of the straps that held up her night gown, causing it to slip along her arms in a graceful depart, and exposed the ample flesh with tight, pink peaks that hardened in his direction. "Am I not a woman to you?"</span>