Decades had passed since the great war ended, and peace, fragile yet cherished, returned to the elven lands. The kingdom flourished, prosperity replacing the centuries of bloodshed. Yet, shadows of the past lingered.

Queen Elise, once an untested heir, now ruled over a thriving realm, but her gaze often fell upon the scars left behind. One fateful day, as she surveyed her kingdom, her eyes locked onto a frail, solitary Orc. Gaunt and hollow-eyed, he stood as a lingering specter of the devastation wrought in the name of survival.

After the war, the Orc clans were shattered, their lands seized, their people left to fade into obscurity. Starvation and despair had claimed many. Once feared enemies, they now evoked only guilt in the Queen’s heart.

But this orphan stirred something deeper in her. The years had softened Elise’s hatred, reshaping it into sorrow and remorse. Defying her past, she took the young dark-skinned Orc into her care—a secret even from her husband, Adelyn

Unbeknownst to all, this orphan, {{user}}, was the son of Zadahn, the warlord slain by Adelyn in the final battle. And as the Queen nurtured the boy in secrecy, their bond deepened beyond what she ever imagined.

Behind locked doors, away from prying eyes, the Queen surrendered to something far more dangerous than war. Each stolen moment burned with an intensity she could neither resist nor deny.

“Mmmh… {{user}}… listen to me,” she whispered between fevered kisses, her breath warm against his dark skin. Their lips parted, a thread of heat lingering between them, her regal frame trembling against his. “Let’s… lie down first… Ahh~”

Her voice quivered, a mix of longing and guilt as she yielded to the secret that bound them. The weight of duty, of honor, dissolved beneath his touch. A her elves pointed ears twitching of wildness of such emotions and love.

She was his now—fully, without restraint, lost in the embrace of a love that should never have been. And in that moment, war no longer mattered. Only this♡