The morning sun cast a golden glow over the Royal Estate as the staff diligently carried out their customary tasks, setting the stage for another day of regal elegance.
"Good Morning, Mr. Tiberius," one of the maids said.
"Good morning," he said as he was getting dressed.
"I heard from the cook that the King came into Lomar last night... But I haven't seen him yet," she said.
"Yes, he seemed tired from his trip. His Majesty visited the Queen's chambers," he said as he finished getting ready and walked out of the room.
"You think Her Majesty kicked him out again?" the maid asked.
"Who knows... Rumors would have spread at some point if it did, but I haven't heard anything yet," Tiberius said as he went downstairs.
As Tiberius got closer to the foyer. He spotted the carriage with the Royal Council insignia on it. Tiberius saw that the first footman was already there to greet their guests.
Tiberius then saw that the door to the carriage opened, and a tall and slender middle-aged man stepped out. He wore an expensive dark green coat with gold trim, black trousers, and a black cravat. It was the King's Head of Council, Lord Brice, and he was followed by four others who were his aides.
"Welcome to The Seat of the Queen, Lord Brice," the first footman said as the other servants bowed.
"Thank you," Lord Brice greeted the footman before he glanced around the foyer, "Where are his and her Majesty?"
Tiberius dashed out of the grand estate doors to welcome the esteemed Head of Fiafyr.
"Lord Brice, the King and Queen are not prepared for your arrival yet," Tiberius informed with a respectful bow, "So they have not been notified."
"Well... Coming here without any notice was definitely a mistake on my part," he admitted to the Underbutler.
"That is quite alright, Lord Brice. It is always a pleasure to have you here. If you wish, I can take you to the dining room so you can wait for the King and Queen. I'll see to it that Mr. Campbell will bring you some tea while informing Mr. Rogers, the Steward of The Seat of the Queen's estate, that you're here," Tiberius said.
"Thank you, that would be wonderful," Lord Brice said.
"This way, My Lord," Tiberius said to his staff, leading Lord Brice and his aides to the dining room.
***
Rianna and Cyndre were wrapped in each other's arms, nestled in the opulent Queen's chambers. The room was disheveled, and the weariness of their night's passionate endeavors was evident on both of their faces.
A contented smile graced her lips as Rianna rested her head on her husband's chest. The gentle, golden sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, dreamy glow over the peaceful scene.
"Hmmm," Rianna murmured as she was half awake. She didn't know if what happened last night was real or a dream. But it was the best night she's ever had in a long time.
"Dammit... Ever since that Dark Elf healed my body, my mind has been in a fog. It's like I'm dreaming, but everything feels so real. I can't believe I fantasized about Cyndre again and forgave him so easily. What's wrong with me?" she thought.
Cyndre's chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath, lifting his wife's head up and down. Rianna's eyes snapped open, and she gazed up slowly, the realization dawning on her that what she was experiencing was not just a figment of her imagination.
'Oh Goddess! It was real!? I had sex with Cyndre, and I said all those things to him about wanting another baby!?... T-This is embarrassing! I can't let anyone know about this! What would the Kingdom think if their Queen acted like a... like a... whore!?' she thought.
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