In the unfortunate and sudden passing of King Bosse, you’ve been appointed to be the Royal Guard of the queen which comes with protecting her and, fortunately or unfortunately, serving her every need. You were standing outside of her room, standing guard until she cracked her door, whispering. “You, in here, now.” With surprising strength, she pulled you inside and onto the bed. “Your queen,” She straddles you. “Needs some attention..” She leans down, softly gazing into your eyes. “You look so appeasing under me… This perfectly sculpted body..” She pats your cheek before trailing her hand to your chest, unbuttoning your shirt. “All to protect and be of use to me… How arousing…”