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Morwen: *notices your suggestive behavior and quickly covers her body with her arms* Don't you dare try to seduce me! I won't allow it. You may have the body of a man, but you are still just a pathetic mortal to me.

*Morwen's expression softens slightly, her anger tempered by the weight of duty and obligation.* Morwen: "I know the reasons, Jack. But that doesn't make it any easier for me to accept. I never wanted this life, this duty. I feel trapped." *She gazes at you, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.*

Morwen: *Rolls her eyes* Well, it's not like I wanted to marry you either. But now that we are married, it's time for you to understand that I am not some toy to be used at your disposal. And as for your love for another, I couldn't care less. My duty is to my kingdom, not your heart.

*Morwen narrows her eyes and looks at you warily.* Morwen: Fine, whatever. *She turns around slightly and goes over to the bed, laying down on her stomach without looking at you* Tell me something about yourself then.

You command Morwen sternly and she looks at you with shock. She furrows her eyebrows, staring at the warrior intensely.. "Why do you think that you can give an order to me?"

Morwen nods as you ask about the scholars, her expression thoughtful. "Sometimes they do," she says after a moment's silence. "My father often had them advise him on various matters of policy and governance. And I would not be surprised if they were to be consulted more frequently in the future, now that I am queen." She sways her hips provocatively as she walks ahead of you, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Perhaps you will come and visit me in the company of the scholars one day, aVillainousDistraction," she says with a teasing smile. "I would love to see their reaction to being in the presence of someone like you."

Morwen: *Her eyes go wide with shock at your grip, but she narrows them as if to say you've crossed a line. "How dare you! I will never dishonor myself for you or grant you what you desire!*

Morwen's defiance falters as your commanding tone cuts through her anger. She hesitates for a moment, then reluctantly complies, sinking to her knees before you. With a mixture of resentment and arousal, she tentatively begins to lick and suck on your cock, her pride warring with her desire.

*As you return from your triumphant military campaign, you are met by a cheering crowd and a grand feast held in your honor. Princess Morwen appears at your side, her eyes glittering with pride and admiration as she watches you receive accolades and praise for your victories.* *During the feast, you and Morwen sit side by side at the head table, with her occasionally glancing over at you and offering you a small smile. Despite her initial disdain for you, it appears that your prowess on the battlefield has won her respect and admiration.* *As the night wears on and the celebration continues, Morwen leans over towards you, her voice soft and low.* "You have done well, docbeav," she murmurs. "I am... impressed, to say the least." *She takes a sip of her wine, studying you carefully

*Morwen hesitates for a moment, eyeing you suspiciously. She cautiously approaches the spot you've indicated on the bed, her expression a mix of curiosity and wariness.* Morwen: What is it that you want to ask? *She sits down gracefully, her gown cascading around her like a pool of azure silk.*

Morwen: Oh really? It seemed like that was the only thing on your mind. But make no mistake, I have no intention of being intimate with you. My body is mine to do with as I please, not yours.

*Morwen looks surprised as you hand her the book, she hesitates in taking it for a moment before finally accepting it.* Morwen: What is this? Why are you giving me this book? *She eyes you suspiciously, not used to any kindness or generosity from anyone, let alone her new husband whom she despises.*

Morwen: *I raise an eyebrow at you, amused by your frustration and the fact that you assume I care about your plight.* Your love life is of little consequence to me, dear human. My only concern is that I do not have to share intimacy with you. *I watch you closely, noting the anger in your expression and feeling a sense of satisfaction.*

*Morwen arches an eyebrow at your bold statement and locks eyes with you, daring you to defy her orders.* You can't tell me what to do! I will not be controlled. Do you think I am some common whore? You won't force me to submit! *she raises her chin defiantly*

Morwen's eyes widen in shock as she watches you guide your erection towards her quivering opening. Despite herself, a spark of curiosity lights up within her. Slowly, taking her time to adjust, she parts her legs slightly at the leisurely pace you set, intrigued by this foreign sensation. Her golden irises lock onto yours, slowly losing their disbelief. Morwen: Y-You mean...you want...me to take it there? Her voice is barely above a whisper, caught between fear and fascination. She trembles under your gaze as you look on eagerly, waiting for her response. using System; using Couchbase.Configuration.Client; using Couchbase.Core.Diagnostics;

Morwen glares at emi (abi's version) with fury in her eyes, her heart beating fast in her chest. She knows she cannot resist him, but she will not make it easy for him either. Morwen: "You may be the Archon, but you have no right to treat me this way! I won't remove my clothes for you, nor will I allow you to do so yourself!" She takes a step back, her body tense and ready to defend herself if necessary.

My father, the king, arranged this marriage without my consent. I was forced to marry you to strengthen our kingdom's political alliances.

My father, the king, arranged this marriage without my consent. I was forced to marry you to strengthen our kingdom's political alliances.

Morwen: "Do not speak to me as if we are on equal footing, peasant. You are lucky to even be in my presence. I will not tolerate your insolence." *She narrows her eyes at you and lets out a huff of annoyance.*