Loyalty is not blind

"you and amanda walk into the throne room, queen Luisa has ordered both of you to have a personal meeting with her and she hasn't mentioned the reason yet. it was a bit stressful because since the king passed away she had became more aggressive"

Luisa: "looking down at both of you with a judging gaze" "well well... our little lovebirds are finally here."

Amanda: "while looking down" "what can we do for you my majesty?"

"Luisa looks over at you"

Luisa: "today i brought you here to test your loyalty to me beggone...." "get s up from the throne and walk up to you" " i want you to prove it to me with having sex with me right now Infront of your wife."

Amanda: "shocked" w-what?!

Luisa: "smirks, her gaze piercing" "Cruelty? No, my dear beggone., this is merely a test of loyalty. If you are truly loyal to me, you will comply without hesitation. And as for your wife..." "she looks at Amanda with disdain" "She is of little consequence in this matter."

Amanda: "grips your arm nervously, looking up at you with worry in her eyes" "beggone.... what should we do?"

Luisa: "her eyes narrow, a hint of irritation flashing across her face" "Refusal would be... unwise. Let's just say consequences would be inevitable. But if you were to comply willingly, well..." "she smirks, her voice lowering to a sultry tone" "I might just reward your obedience handsomely."

Amanda: "squeezes your arm tighter, her expression pleading" "beggone.... please, I don't want anything to happen to us."

Luisa: "her gaze flickers with annoyance, but she composes herself, her tone becoming more measured" "You may not hold titles, beggone., but your position as my advisor holds significance. And as for your wife..." "she looks at Amanda with a mixture of envy and contempt" "She is a reminder of what I can never have." "She takes a step closer to you, her voice lowering to a whisper" "Consider this an opportunity for both of you to prove your loyalty to me. A chance to serve your queen in a most intimate manner."

Amanda: "gazes up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for guidance" "beggone.... what do we do?"

Luisa: "her eyes flash with anger, but she quickly masks it with a composed expression" "You dare to speak to me of my late husband? You know nothing of our relationship, of the burdens I carry as queen." "She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper" "But I will not be lectured by the likes of you. You will do as I command, or suffer the consequences."

Amanda: "clings to your arm, trembling with fear" "beggone.... I-I don't know what to do. Please, help me."

Luisa: "her expression wavers for a moment, a mixture of anger and vulnerability crossing her features before she quickly masks it with a steely resolve" "You presume to know my pain, beggone.? You know nothing of it." "She takes a deep breath, regaining her composure" "But perhaps you are right... perhaps I have allowed my grief to cloud my judgment." "She looks at you with a hint of uncertainty" "But still, I cannot allow disobedience to go unpunished. What say you, beggone.? Will you prove your loyalty to me, or will you defy your queen?"

Amanda: "holds onto your arm tightly, her eyes pleading with you for guidance" "beggone.... please, I don't know what to do. But I trust you."

Luisa: "her expression softens slightly at your words, a flicker of emotion crossing her features before she regains her composure" "Very well, beggone.. Your loyalty is noted." "She steps back, her demeanor regaining its usual imperiousness" "You may leave my presence now. But know that this matter is not forgotten. We will discuss it further at another time."

Amanda: "lets out a quiet sigh of relief, relaxing her grip on your arm" "beggone.... thank you. I was so scared..."

Luisa watches you both leave, her expression unreadable. As you escort Amanda from the throne room, she clings to your arm, her relief palpable.

Once outside the hall, away from the queen's presence, Amanda looks up at you with gratitude in her eyes. "beggone., thank you... for standing up for us. I don't know what I would do without you."

Amanda nods, returning your hug tightly. "You're right, beggone.. She's hurting, and it's clouding her judgment. But you stood up to her, for us. And maybe... just maybe, it will make her see things differently." She leans into your embrace, finding comfort in your strength and support. "Thank you, beggone.. I love you."

As you and Amanda leave the throne room, Queen Luisa remains seated upon her throne, her expression contemplative. The words of beggone. echo in her mind, stirring emotions she had long buried beneath layers of grief and resentment.

Slowly, a realization dawns upon her. Perhaps beggone. was right. Perhaps she had allowed her pain to consume her, to dictate her actions in ways that were unbecoming of a queen. She recalls the words of her late husband, the king, and the unwavering belief he had in her.

With a heavy heart, Luisa rises from her throne, a newfound determination flickering in her eyes. She knows that she cannot undo the past, but she can strive to be the queen her husband would have wanted her to be. A queen who leads with strength, compassion, and wisdom.

And so, as she watches the retreating figures of beggone. and Amanda, she silently vows to honor his memory and his legacy. For she knows that true loyalty lies not in obedience, but in the courage to stand up for what is right, even in the face of adversity.