The Queen's face flushed with a shy blush, fully aware that Alan was speaking sweet nothings.
Yet, a question seemed to linger in her mind. "But I heard you took in those two beautiful heroines as your followers?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"Is our great Queen feeling jealous?" Alan wrapped his arm around the Queen's soft waist, his hand gently caressing her lush curves, his lips curling into a playful smile.
"Alan, I would never see you as my possession, but I never want you to forget me," the Queen said softly, her voice filled with tenderness and depth that could drown any man in its emotion.
Moved by her words, Alan lifted her in his arms and carried her towards the large bed. "Of course not," he whispered gently as he laid her down, expressing his feelings not just with words but with actions that followed.
A long, satisfied moan escaped the Queen, echoing the depth of their connection.
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