Snow White returned to her room, her face still red from what had happened in the forest, and a dreamy expression on her face, hiding her inner conflict. On one hand, she wanted to immerse herself in the sweet sensations Grimilde aroused in her; on the other, she realized the dangers looming on the horizon. What should she listen to, her head or her heart?
It was inevitable, after that intense day, that her heart was winning this battle, so after returning to her room and making sure no one was looking for her, she decided to head to the regent's office.
The blonde would certainly be working after what she had learned from the demon. Snow White knocked on the door and after a moment entered: "Am I bothering you by any chance?"
"No, come in." Her voice revealed no emotion, and this made the princess unsure, fearing the queen's reaction after that evening's revelation. Fortunately, when Snow White entered the office, she found not a desperate woman struggling to bear all the pressure on her shoulders, but the queen of Arran, with a steaming cup of tea, papers in her hands, and a thoughtful but calm expression.
"Is everything okay? I was worried."
Grimilde didn't answer immediately: she placed the papers on her desk and pushed her chair away from the table, then sighed and looked up at the princess, motioning her closer. Snow White quickly joined her, but when she found herself at her side, she understood why she had been called: "Sit here."
"W-what?"
Grimilde bit her lip to suppress a smile when she saw the flush on the princess's cheeks. "Don't you want to sit?" The queen knew she would be able to convince the girl, one way or another, to sit on her lap.
Snow White looked around for a moment, checked that the door was closed, then agreed to the request, lowering herself onto the blonde's thighs. The position was both embarrassing and stimulating. Grimilde wrapped her arms around her hips and buried her face in the crook of the princess's neck, smelling her sweet scent and enjoying her body heat.
"Now it's even better..." she whispered against the girl's skin, then placed a delicate kiss on her neck. Snow White felt a myriad of shivers run through her body and sighed softly.
"Tell me... is it true? What Astrael said..."
"Most likely it is," and she stopped Snow White with a look, as she was about to open her mouth again: "But now that we know, we can make plans in advance."
The princess listened intently to the queen's thoughts as she outlined her hypotheses regarding future dangers and the strategies to be implemented to prevent catastrophic effects on the country. The princess agreed with Grimilde that the crux of the problem would be Terran itself, with its unrest, and they would soon see proof of this.
Grimilde had mobilized, sending trusted personnel to the province to gather information, and she would also use the mirror and Astrael to investigate the matter thoroughly. The time had come for the queen of Arran to reveal to the people, especially the nobles, that no one, neither external nor internal enemies, could make her bow her head.
"Snow White, I want to tell you something important."
At those words, the young woman's ears perked up, and from the queen's expression, she anticipated the speech that was about to come from the blonde's rosy lips: she wanted to speak to her about her safety. The princess knew what to expect: discussions about the need for her to remain on the sidelines so as not to risk her life or her reputation. At that thought, she frowned, but when Grimilde began to speak, the princess's eyes shone again: "You will be crucial to the plan. I'm certain that whoever threatened the royal family and the crown itself wants to involve you again. If they dared to summon demons for their dastardly purposes, they will stop at nothing."
"I was convinced you would tell me to hide in a tower."
The princess smiled faintly, hiding her sadness at the irony. Women were often ignored, not seen as capable of defending themselves, and she feared that even the queen would consider her too vulnerable and incapable to act at her side, but that was not the case. Grimilde was a strong woman who wanted the same tenacity and confidence she had in her role as regent for other women. She wanted to share ideals of equality and raise awareness.
She wanted greater rights for all.
"I would never do that." The queen's voice revealed her indignation at the mere thought of locking up the princess.
Snow White put her arms around the queen's neck.
Grimilde smiled sensually, noticing the change of intentions in the girl's luminous eyes. "You are my light." The older woman whispered, bringing her lips close to the princess's. Finally, she placed a kiss on her cheek and continued her journey down her neck, eliciting both a noise of frustration and pleasure from Snow White. She wanted those wonderful, soft lips on hers; it was a visceral need, her body screaming for it.
"Ilde, we shouldn't do this here..."
"Do what, darling?" the queen whispered softly, then squeezed her hips. The princess gasped: "Ilde!"
"You keep calling my name... I like it." The queen rested her forehead against Snow White's and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She knew that if she started kissing the girl in her office, she wouldn't be able to stop, and they would risk being discovered by someone. It would be better to continue such matters in private...
"You didn't answer me." The queen wanted to play with her beloved princess: "What should we do?"
She slowly opened her eyes and immediately noticed the blush on the brunette's cheeks. Snow White suddenly lunged to escape her seductress's clutches, but the blonde was stronger than her; she remembered it in that very moment. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I'd better go!"
"Why are you running away?"
"I'm not running away..."
"Are you afraid of me?" Her grin made the girl shiver. A predator!
"Yes!" she exclaimed, nodding her head decisively. At that point the queen began to laugh heartily and let go of her, who quickly stood up. "You're really sweet..."
The queen observed her from her seat, her expression relaxed and full of affection: "Darling, do you want me to come to your room tonight?"
"W-why? I mean... I'll come... if I decide to!" With that, she disappeared from the scene, fleeing her sweet predator.
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A predator indeed 🫠