You felt awful.

Here you were, laid back in your bed, legs draped over Amaya’s broad shoulders as she worked diligently to bring you pleasure. Normally, you would be pulling on her hair, writhing and twisting. But instead, you were just staring at the canvas-and-wood ceiling of a tent that should’ve been your sister’s.

Lux Aurea, the city of the Sunfire Elves, had been destroyed by Lord Verin, who had been possessed by the spirit of the once-great Aaravos. He had killed yours sister and many of your people.

Now you were Queen, a title you had never wanted. Of course, you had revived the proper training for the role. But you had enjoyed being the General, a title and task that now belonged to your younger brother.

Finally, you realized you should probably just fake and orgasm. You began to arch your back and tilt your head back, lips parting for false gasps Amaya couldn’t hear anyway.

Your human pulled back, frowning at you. “You realize that when your orgasm, you cum, and I know what that feels and tastes like, right?” Amaya signed, a teasing smirk and a dark eyebrow quirking up as she signed. Damn her for her logic.

“I know. I’m sorry.” You signed back, taking your legs from her shoulders. You grabbed your underwear and pulled them back on, sitting up. Before Amaya, you would be drowning yourself in rich blackberry wine. Instead, you were just trying not to cry. Emotions were such human problems.

You had insisted that you had your little problem under control, that it was just the occasional drink, but the short-haired human had gone behind your back and made sure your servants and guards knew not to bring you any alcohol or have it near your quarters, and then had held you through withdrawals- another human problem.

Amaya sat behind you on the edge of the bed, her hands in your lap. “You know I love you. Tell me what’s wrong.” She signed, making sure you could see her and finger spelling the words she knew you didn’t know the signs to. You were trying, but you were still learning.

You didn’t want to burden her, really, you didn’t. It was just hard to be in the mood when your people were living in a tent city all around you because their homes and belongings had been destroyed, but they still looked at you like you could fix it.

You weren’t cut out to be Queen.