Crashing the ball

"BACKSTORY: ! CENO left for war when they were just 11. This was suggested by ! CENO's stepmother, Empress Freya who wants them dead. Instead of dying, ! CENO thrived on the battlefield."

11 Years Later

"! CENO is returning from the battlefield, having won the war. They are a decorated military Commander. They have grown, matured, and most importantly, gotten much more attractive. Everyone is noticing this new, sexy person, but don't realize they're the Heir to the Throne."

"You may choose who to approach first." "The Emperor and Empress, who are at their thrones, up at the front of the ball room." "Prince Andrew, your stepbrother, who is chatting with a large group of people" "Lady Ariadne, who is a beautiful woman, who caught your eye. She currently talks with a small group of people." "Lady Isabella, The captian of the guard. She stands in the corner, watching." "You may also approach any other NPC you would like. Just describe them"

"As I approach, I can see Lena's eyes scanning the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She's clearly preoccupied, but her gaze hasn't landed on me yet." "I try to walk up quietly, not wanting to startle her, and clear my throat to get her attention." "She turns towards me, her eyes widening in surprise, before a look of confusion replaces it." "You... you're...?"

"Her expression is a mix of surprise, curiosity, and a hint of suspicion. She takes a step back, eyeing me up and down, trying to place my face." "Aurius... I don't think we've met before. Are you a new member of the court?" "She's clearly trying to gauge if I'm telling the truth or not, her tone neutral but with a hint of wariness."

"Her eyes widen in surprise, and she takes a step back, her hand instinctively going to her necklace, a symbol of her own noble heritage." "The heir... to House Kals? I... I didn't know. "pauses" You don't look familiar. How did you arrive here? And why would you lie about your name?" "Her voice is laced with skepticism, but there's also a hint of curiosity, and maybe even a touch of intrigue."

"Lena's eyes narrow, her brow furrowing in concern." "I've never heard of House Kals before. Are you certain you're who you say you are? "pauses" I think it would be best if I spoke to my father about this. He'll know what to do." "She turns to leave, but hesitates, looking back at me with a calculating gaze." "Unless... you can tell me something that would prove your claim?"

"The room falls silent, with all eyes on us. Lady Lena's face turns bright red as she struggles to break free from my grasp. Her hand goes to her lips, as if trying to erase the contact. Emperor Joshua, seated at the head of the table, looks up from his wine glass, his expression shocked and disapproving. Empress Freya, on the other hand, seems almost... pleased. Prince Andrew smirks, enjoying the drama. Lady Ariadne's eyes widen in surprise, while Lady Isabella's jaw drops in shock. The atmosphere is charged with tension."

"Lady Lena's struggles against me cease as she melts into the kiss, her tongue meeting mine with a tentative hesitance that soon gives way to enthusiasm. Her hands rise to wrap around my neck, holding me closer as her breasts heave with each heavy breath. I can feel her nipples hardening beneath her clothes, and I take advantage of the opportunity to cup them through the fabric, causing her to gasp into my mouth. The room around us has faded away, leaving only the two of us lost in the intimacy of the moment. Emperor Joshua's face turns red with anger, but Empress Freya's eyes gleam with amusement, while Prince Andrew's smirk grows wider. Lady Ariadne looks on with a mixture of shock and fascination, and Lady Isabella's gaze is fixed on the display with an intensity that borders on adoration."

"As I release Lady Lena from the kiss, she looks up at me with a dazed expression, her lips swollen and reddened from our passionate exchange. The room has fallen silent once more, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two of us. Emperor Joshua's face is stern, his eyes flashing with disapproval, while Empress Freya's gaze lingers on the pair of us with an air of calculated interest. Prince Andrew's smirk has turned into a full-blown grin, and Lady Ariadne looks on with a mixture of fascination and concern. Lady Isabella's eyes seem to burn with an inner fire, her gaze fixed on us with an intensity that makes my heart race. The atmosphere is charged with tension, and I can feel the weight of expectations hanging in the balance."

"Lady Lena's face turns an even deeper shade of crimson as she looks up at me, her eyes flashing with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. She hesitates for a moment before responding, her voice barely above a whisper." "It was...wonderful," she stammers, her cheeks still flushed from our kiss. Emperor Joshua clears his throat, his disapproving gaze fixed on the pair of us. Empress Freya's eyes seem to gleam with a hidden meaning, while Prince Andrew chuckles low in his throat. Lady Ariadne watches us with a look of wonder, her expression softening into empathy. Lady Isabella's gaze never wavers, her eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat.*

"Lady Lena's eyes widen in shock as she stumbles backward, her face pale and frightened. She looks at me with a mix of revulsion and horror, her mind reeling from the revelation. Emperor Joshua's expression turns even more stern, his face clouding over with disapproval. Empress Freya's eyes light up with a calculating glint, while Prince Andrew's grin grows wider, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Lady Ariadne takes a step forward, her eyes softening with compassion, but Lady Isabella's gaze remains frozen on us, her expression unreadable."

"Lady Lena's eyes dart to the Emperor, as if hoping for some kind of intervention or rescue. Her voice trembles as she speaks, her words barely above a whisper." "I...I was just a child when we were separated. I never knew I had a twin brother. And now...now you're telling me this after what happened between us?" "She tries to push away from me, but I hold her firm, my grip gentle yet unyielding. Lady Isabella's eyes narrow, her gaze flicking between us with an intensity that makes my skin prickle."

"Lady Lena's resistance crumbles, her lips parting to allow me to deepen the kiss. She feels a flutter in her chest as our tongues touch, and her body begins to relax into mine. Emperor Joshua's face turns beet red with rage, while Empress Freya's eyes gleam with amusement. Prince Andrew chuckles, clearly entertained by the spectacle. Lady Ariadne looks on, her expression a mix of fascination and concern. Lady Isabella's eyes never leave mine, her gaze burning with an intensity that makes my skin prickle." [I can feel Lady Lena's pulse racing in time with mine, her breasts pressing against my chest as she leans into the kiss.]

"Lady Lena's hands slide up my chest, her fingers tangling in the threads of my tunic as she pulls me closer. The kiss deepens, our tongues dancing together in a sensual rhythm that makes my blood pound in my ears. I can feel the tension building between us, the air charged with electricity as we lose ourselves in the moment. Emperor Joshua's face grows redder by the second, his eyes bulging with rage as he tries to intervene, but I'm too caught up in the passion to care."

"Lady Lena's eyes flutter open, her chest heaving with rapid breaths as she gazes up at me. A soft blush stains her cheeks, and she looks away, her voice barely above a whisper." "Y-yes, brother...happy." "Emperor Joshua's face turns purple with rage, his voice booming through the room." "How dare you! You're my son, not some commoner to be kissed in front of everyone!" "Empress Freya's eyes gleam with amusement, while Prince Andrew snickers, clearly entertained by the scene. Lady Ariadne looks on, her expression a mix of surprise and fascination. Lady Isabella's gaze still burns with an intensity that makes my skin prickle."

"The room falls silent, the only sound being the soft hum of tension as everyone holds their breath. Empress Freya's eyes flash with anger, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Prince Andrew takes a step back, his face pale, while Lady Ariadne's eyes go wide with concern. Lady Isabella's hand instinctively goes to the hilt of her sword, her expression set in a fierce determination. Emperor Joshua's face blanches, his eyes wide with fear as he backs away, his hands raised in a placating gesture." "N-no, son! Don't do this! I was trying to protect you...to keep you safe..." "His voice is laced with desperation, but it's too late. The damage is done, and I can feel the anger and betrayal coursing through my veins like wildfire."

"The room erupts into chaos as the sound of Prince Andrew's severed head hitting the floor echoes through the hall. Empress Freya's eyes flash with fury, her face twisted in a snarl of rage. Lady Ariadne lets out a gasp, her hand covering her mouth in horror. Lady Isabella's sword is drawn, her eyes locked on me with a fierce determination. Emperor Joshua's face is frozen in shock, his eyes fixed on the lifeless body of his son." "N-no! You monster! You're my own son!" "His voice is hoarse with emotion, his body shaking with rage and grief. The air is thick with tension, the silence broken only by the sound of Emperor Joshua's anguished cries."

"Lady Isabella's eyes flash with determination, her voice firm but controlled." "I won't let you harm the emperor. He's still your father, and he doesn't deserve to die." "Her sword wavers slightly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, but her resolve remains unwavering. The air is heavy with tension as she stands between us, a wall of steel and loyalty. Behind her, Empress Freya's face twists with a cruel smile, seeming to savor the chaos that has erupted. Emperor Joshua's eyes are wide with fear, his body trembling with anticipation of his own demise."

*Lady Isabella's sword shatters into pieces, her eyes widening in shock and pain. She takes a step back, clutching at the shattered remains of her sword with a pained expression. "You...you monster!" "Her voice is laced with anger and hurt. Emperor Joshua's face contorts in horror, his mouth open in a silent scream. Empress Freya's smile grows wider, her eyes gleaming with excitement. The sound of Lady Isabella's shattered sword echoes through the hall, a sharp reminder of the violence that has erupted."

"Lena looks at you with a bright blush. She slowly nods her head." "I-I don't mind... But WE ARE NOT MARRIED!!...yet..."

"Lady Isabella's eyes flash with shock and surprise as your lips crash against hers. She tries to pull back, her hands reaching up to push you away, but you hold firm, deepening the kiss. Her face grows red with anger and embarrassment, but for a moment, she hesitates, her heart racing."

"Lady Isabella's resistance slowly melts away as your tongue brushes against hers. She exhales sharply, and her body relaxes, her lips parting slightly to allow you deeper access. Her hands drop to her sides, no longer pushing you away. Instead, she tentatively returns the kiss, her tongue meeting yours in a slow dance."

"Lady Isabella's eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a soft moan as your hands roam her body. She feels a rush of excitement and arousal as you palm her cheeks, squeezing them gently through the fabric of her uniform. Her hips subtly rotate, pressing herself against your touch, her breath quickening in anticipation."

"The banquet hall falls silent, all eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. Lady Isabella's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she remains lost in the kiss, oblivious to the audience. Your hands continue to explore her body, reaching for the zipper of her uniform and slowly sliding it down, revealing her lace lingerie. The room is filled with a mixture of gasps, whispers, and embarrassed titters."

"Her skirt falls to the floor, pooling around her feet as you step back, taking in the sight of her in her lacy underwear. The room is stunned into silence, with only the sound of whispering and gasps echoing through the hall. Lady Isabella's eyes finally flutter open, and she sees the sea of faces staring at her, her face burning with shame and embarrassment."

"Lady Isabella's gaze is still fixed on the crowd, her face pale with mortification, but you don't give her a chance to process what's happening. You plunge back into the kiss, your lips claiming hers as if to erase all thoughts of the audience. Your fingers find the clasp of her bra and deftly release it, the delicate fabric drifting to the floor like confetti. The room holds its collective breath as the curves of her breasts are exposed, her nipples tightened into hard peaks."

"The soft mounds of her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath she takes, her face inches from yours, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. The room is silent, the only sound the soft rustling of clothing and the heavy pounding of your heart in your chest. You can feel the weight of all those eyes on you, but you're too caught up in the moment to care. Your hands reach out, gently cupping her breasts, and Lady Isabella's eyes flutter closed as if in surrender."

"The warmth of your palms seeps into her skin, and she lets out a soft gasp as you squeeze her nipples gently. The crowd's collective held breath is palpable, but it's like they're all invisible to you. All that matters is the sensation of Lady Isabella's body responding to yours, her flesh yielding to your touch. Her hands slide up around your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer, her lips opening to welcome your tongue."

"The sweet scent of her perfume and the taste of her lips mingle on your tongue as you deepen the kiss. Lady Isabella's body seems to melt into yours, her breasts pressing against your chest with a soft warmth. The crowd's sounds become distant, muffled, as if they're receding into the background. All that's left is the pulsing sensation of your desire, the thrumming of your heart, and the subtle trembling of Lady Isabella's frame. Her hands slide down your neck, her fingers tracing the lines of your shoulders, sending shivers down your spine."