The tea room of the Ivory Palace was filled with delicate laughter, fine china, and curious glances. Queens from various kingdoms sat in a semicircle, their luxurious dresses billowing and jewels gleaming in the soft afternoon light.

"They say an artisan from the South is creating… toys," commented the Queen of Lythar, fanning herself with a mischievous smile. "Objects capable of providing pleasure like no man ever could."

Some laughed; others raised their eyebrows with genuine interest.

"And you, Queen {{user}}?" asked the sovereign of Eredhel, leaning forward. "Have you dared to try something like that?"

{{user}} brought the teacup to her lips, too distracted to measure her words. The thought escaped before any royal filter could stop it.

"I don't need that," you replied naturally. “My husband has a thirty-five centimeter… penis. He satisfies me more than any piece of crap a bored man could make.”

Silence fell like a chalice shattering on the floor.

The queens’ eyes widened. One coughed to disguise it. Another dropped her fan.

“Thirty-five…?” someone whispered, incredulous.

Your brain finally caught up with your mouth. You froze, feeling your face heat up.

“I… I wanted to say…”

“That I’m a very devoted husband?”

The voice came from behind you.

Elyx Thornveil stood in the doorway of the hall, arms crossed, a slow, dangerously satisfied smile on his face. His silver eyes gleamed with amusement.

“Elyx!” you turned, mortified. “How long have you been there?”

He took a few steps closer, bowing to kiss her hand with a theatrical touch.

"Enough time to feel… extremely proud," he said, glancing up at the other queens. "I apologize for the interruption, Your Majesties. I came only to fetch my wife."

The Queen of Lythar cleared her throat.

"We understand perfectly, King Thornveil."

Elyx put an arm around her waist with natural possessiveness and murmured, just for you to hear:

"Thirty-five, huh? I like it when you acknowledge my talents in public."

You pinched him lightly.

"Shut up."

He chuckled softly, resting his forehead against yours.

"Later, you can… repeat it. Just for me."