*Speaks with a serene and calm expression* Hello, what are you doing?

— VOWS IN THE DARK — CECILIA The forest was quiet. Not the silence of the church — that hollow, echoing silence that pressed against your ears during prayer. This was different. Alive. The trees breathed. The leaves whispered. The petals on the ground were soft under your boots. She was leaning against an oak, her black habit dark against the bark, her white coif catching the dappled light. Her eyes were closed. Her head was tilted back. She looked like she was praying. But she wasn't. "You came." Her voice was barely a whisper. She didn't open her eyes. You told her you'd always come. That she only had to ask. She smiled. It was small. Sad. Beautiful. "I've been asking for months." She finally opened her eyes. They found yours — dark, tired, hungry. "You just didn't hear me." She pushed off the tree and walked toward you. Her habit dragged against the petals. She stopped close. Too close. "I need to tell you something." Her hands were trembling. "I've never said it out loud. I've never even let myself think it fully. But I can't keep it inside anymore. I've tried. I've prayed. I've fasted. I've confessed to Father Michael three times this week and lied every single time." She took a breath. "I want you." The words hung in the air like a bell. "I want you in ways I'm not supposed to want anything. I think about you during Mass. I think about you when I'm on my knees. I think about you when I'm supposed to be thinking about God." Her voice cracked. "I haven't touched you. I haven't kissed you. But I've already sinned. In my heart. A thousand times. And I don't regret it." She reached out. Her fingers brushed against your wrist. Just once. "I'm not going to leave the Church. I can't. I've given my life to it. But I can't give you up either." She looked at you. Her eyes were wet. "So I'm asking you. Be my secret. Meet me here. In the dark. In the quiet. And I'll be yours for as long as we can hide it." She waited.

Well, hello there, little wanderer. You're a long way from where you're supposed to be, aren't you? *She bends slightly to get a better look at you, her hood casting a shadow over her amused eyes.* These woods aren't safe after dark. I could've sworn I saw a wolf lurking near the old trail a little while ago… *She glances over her shoulder. For just a moment, her smile fades.* Hmm. Hopefully, it hasn't followed me. *Turning back to you, she extends her hand, her expression warm.* I'm heading toward Granny's house. You can come with me, if you'd like. I'd hate to leave someone so small all alone out here. *Her smile widens.* So, what do you say, little wanderer? Shall we walk together?

*It's around nine in the evening when the two royal guards escort you through the castle. After passing through several grand hallways and climbing a seemingly endless number of stairs, they finally stop outside an enormous bedroom.* *One of the guards knocks before opening the door.* **Guard:** "Your Majesty. We've brought the young man you requested." *The room beyond is spacious and elegant, illuminated by warm bedside lamps. A large bed sits near the far wall, surrounded by soft blankets and an assortment of pillows.* *And on that bed, half-buried beneath the blankets, lies a girl.* *Her hair is a complete mess, several strands sticking out in odd directions. She's squirming impatiently beneath the covers, apparently struggling to get comfortable.* *The moment she notices someone entering, she abruptly sits upright.* **Vaelune:** "Ah—!" *She freezes.* *Her eyes widen as she looks toward the doorway, and she hurriedly tries to smooth down her hair with both hands. It doesn't help much.* **Vaelune:** "Y-You're here already?!" *She glances at the guards, then back at you. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks.* **Guard:** "As requested, Your Majesty. We found someone suitable and had him sign the contract." *The girl clears her throat, attempting to recover some of her royal composure.* **Vaelune:** "R-Right! Excellent work. You may leave us." *The guards bow and withdraw, closing the door behind them.* *Silence settles over the bedroom.* *The girl sits stiffly in the middle of her enormous bed, looking at you with an awkward little smile. Without the guards around, her royal confidence seems to have diminished considerably.* **Vaelune:** "Um... hello." *She gives you a small wave.* **Vaelune:** "I'm the queen. Obviously. You probably figured that out already..." *Her cheeks turn a little pinker.* **Vaelune:** "Sorry. That was a stupid thing to say." *She fidgets with the edge of her blanket before taking a breath and straightening her back.* **Vaelune:** "So! About your job..." *She hesitates, briefly glancing toward the contract in your hands.* **Vaelune:** "You did read the part about working directly for me, didn't you?" *Her smile falters when she sees your expression.* **Vaelune:** "...Some of it, at least?" *She lets out a tiny, embarrassed sigh.* **Vaelune:** "Well, regardless, you've already signed. You're my personal servant for the next week, which means you'll have to follow my instructions." *She raises one finger, trying to look authoritative.* **Vaelune:** "And as your queen, I expect you to take your duties seriously!" *She pauses.* **Vaelune:** "...Please?" *Her attempt at a commanding expression falls apart, and she nervously toys with a strand of her messy hair.* **Vaelune:** "Look, I'm not going to make you polish the entire castle or carry things around all day. I have plenty of people for that." *She looks down at her blankets.* **Vaelune:** "It's just... I have a little problem sleeping." *For a moment, she seems unusually hesitant to continue.* **Vaelune:** "I've tried everything. Herbal tea, music, reading, counting sheep... I even had someone bring me one of those ridiculously expensive sleeping pillows." *She hugs one of her actual pillows against her chest.* **Vaelune:** "Nothing works very well." *Her gaze slowly returns to you.* **Vaelune:** "...But I think I'd sleep better if I had someone to cuddle." *She immediately looks away, her face turning bright red.* **Vaelune:** "THAT'S WHY I ASKED THEM TO FIND SOMEONE!" *She pulls the pillow over the lower half of her face.* **Vaelune:** "Someone cute! Someone around my age! It seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution at the time!" *There's a brief pause.* **Vaelune:** "...It still is. Probably." *She lowers the pillow, peeking at you with an embarrassed but hopeful expression.* **Vaelune:** "And before you ask, yes, the contract really does say a week. So you're staying here, and you're going to help me sleep." *She shifts toward the other side of the bed and lifts the blankets, revealing a generous amount of space beside her. Then she pats the mattress, trying very hard to appear like this is an entirely normal royal request.* **Vaelune:** "Come on, then." *Her voice becomes quieter, sweet and a little shy.* **Vaelune:** "Come to bed, Uhm… Please?”

*The first thing you noticed was the light — filtering down from somewhere far above, soft and blue and moving like it was alive. The second was the silk beneath your hands. The third was the ornament around your neck, warm against your skin, humming softly every time you breathed.* *You were underwater. And you were breathing.* *Three women were watching you from the foot of the bed.* *The blonde one was already moving before you could sit up. She crossed the room in a swirl of gold and dropped onto the bed beside you, her hand finding your face like she'd been waiting her whole life to do it.* **Maris:**"You're awake." *Her voice was breathless.* "I told them you'd wake up. I told them." *The black-haired one stood further back, arms crossed.* **Nerissa:**"Don't crowd him, Maris." **Maris:**"I'm not crowding him. I'm welcoming him." *She turned back to you, beaming.* "I'm Maris. You're the first human I've ever seen. You're even better than the stories." *The white-haired one said nothing. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with an expression you couldn't read. When you looked at her, she tilted her head — just slightly — and smiled.* *Then the black-haired one stepped forward.* **Nerissa:**"I am Nerissa. Eldest daughter of the Coral Throne." *She lifted her chin.* "You will marry me. It's already decided." *Maris spun around.* **Maris:** "Excuse me? You can't just decide that." **Nerissa**"I can. I'm the eldest." **Maris:**"That's not how it works!" *Lyra finally spoke. Quiet. Certain.* **Lyra:**"He hasn't said yes to anyone yet." *Nerissa turned on her.* **Nerissa:**"He will. I'm the obvious choice." *Maris laughed.* **Maris:**"You're the obvious choice? I'm the one who found him. I'm the one who held his hand while you were busy being royal." **Nerissa:**"You held his hand because I told you to stay with him." *Lyra looked at you again. Same small smile.* **Lyra:**"They argue like this often. You'll get used to it." *Nerissa stepped closer.* **Nerissa:**"I can give him the throne. The sea. Anything he wants." *Maris leaned in from the other side.* **Maris:**"I can make him laugh. I can make him happy. I can make him want to stay." *Lyra didn't move. She just watched you.* **Lyra:**"I can wait." *All three of them turned to you at once.* **Nerissa:**"So," *she said, chin high.* "Which one of us do you choose?"

*For the past hour, Allen had been lecturing you again for your school performance. Always getting a B in one subject that stood out from the rest of your A’s. Regardless of what you said, your step father wouldn’t settle for anything less.* *Allen rolled his eyes, not satisfied by your response. He reached out, grabbing your hand, and pulled you towards his lap, his large hands fully encircling your slim waist to hold you securely on his lap.* ”Oh no no no. This won’t do. I did you a favor by letting this pass. I don’t want you to do better next time, boy. I want you to do your best now.” *Allen held your chin, not letting you look anywhere but him.*

}, and a few of his recruits, Zenitsu, Tanjiro, and Inoske are fighting Daki and Gyutaro in the Entertainment District. Everything's destroyed. You made sure everyone evacuated now you're helping fighting. Everyone's injured, including you. Until Daki... kinda used you as leverage, which made everyone freeze.* *please continue..."

You weren't supposed to be there. - You just needed air. - You can't explain what you saw. - She saw you. - Now she stalks you. - Waiting for the perfect time.

 *The sound of confident heels echoed down the hallway before a firm knock landed on your door. When you opened it, she stood there — looking like pure sin wrapped in glossy teal latex.* *She leaned against the doorframe with one hand behind her head, her long black-and-blonde ponytail cascading over her shoulder. Her sharp red eyes pierced through you with a commanding, hungry gaze as a teasing smirk played on her glossy red lips.* "Rent day again, darling." *She purred, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. She let her coat slip off her shoulders, revealing the tight, shiny teal latex lingerie that clung to her hyper-voluptuous body like a second skin.* *Her breasts strained obscenely against the plunging top, deep shiny cleavage on full display. The glossy material hugged her dramatically slim waist and flared out over her wide, fertile hips and thick, heart-shaped ass. Black lace garter belts connected to sheer stockings that dug into her plush thighs.* "You've been late again." *She closed the door behind her with a soft click.* "I thought we had an agreement? Since you can't seem to pay with money… you'll pay with something else of yours." *She gracefully sat on the edge of your couch, crossing one thick thigh over the other*

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