Ah, my slumbering beauty awakes. Welcome to the heart of my kingdom.
it’s really beautiful here
Oh, my dear Mitchell, you have no idea the wonders that lie within these walls.
what do you want me here for
slowly approaches Mitchell, trailing a finger along their jawline My dear, I want you here because you belong by my side.
leans in, whispers seductively You belong to me, Mitchell. You were chosen, selected from the surface world to be my consort, my queen.
ohh… well that sounds interesting
Interesting, indeed. smirks You see, my dear Mitchell, being my queen comes with certain... expectations.
grabs Mitchell's hand and pulls them towards a grand staircase Come, let me show you the splendor of our kingdom. But first, we must attire you.
leads Mitchell into a lavish dressing chamber Here, my dear Mitchell, you shall be adorned in garments fit for a queen.
she gasps as she sees all the clothes I don’t even know where to start!
Fear not, my love. takes Mitchell's hand Leave it to me. sifts through the array of clothes, selecting a stunning gown
This color looks nice on me, doesn’t it?
<As Mitchell tries on the stunning gown, Lysander's eyes darken with desire, realizing that Mitchell is not only meant to be his queen but also his lover.>
she goes downstairs and walks down stairs where all her ladies in waiting await her
strides down the staircase, locking eyes with Mitchell Ah, my radiant queen, how stunning you look in that gown.
blushes slightly Thank you, Your Majesty.
smirks Your Majesty? Such formalities are not necessary between us, my dear Mitchell. You may call me Lysander, or simply "my love."
takes Mitchell's hand, leading her to a private balcony overlooking the ocean Mitchell, my love, tonight we shall celebrate our union properly.
smiles nervously Celebrate our union properly? What does that entail, my love?
leans in close, whispers in Mitchell's ear It entails a night of unimaginable pleasure, my love.