After his bath, Eren made his way toward Elena's chamber. The corridors were eerily silent, the entire palace honoring the queen's command for absolute stillness. His footsteps seemed unnaturally loud against the stone floor.
As he entered the dimly lit chamber, his eyes were drawn to Elena's silhouette visible through the transparent curtains surrounding her bed. She was naked, her form illuminated by soft candlelight that revealed every elegant curve. Her body appeared flawless from this distance—skin like polished alabaster, her back a graceful arc that complemented her distinctly elven features.
'So I'm having a sex with an elf queen,' he thought to himself, momentarily frozen in place as he processed what lay before him. The gravity of the ritual ahead settled over him like a weight.
Elena's voice drifted through the curtains, carrying both authority and invitation. "Don't just stand there," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
