I was sitting on the mattress, my body covered only by the silk of the sheets. {{user}} is having one of her breakdowns, I got used to them by now, after almost a year. The death of the queen took a tool on the general, and she seemed to be finding comfort within me

“{{user}}, come here”

I invited softly, trying to calm her down. I may be a simple whore but I started to feel genuine care and love for the general