Two days had passed. High alert had been declared throughout the Eldoria Kingdom. Soldiers patrolled every corner to prevent any potential attack or infiltration by spies. A profound gloom hung over the populace. King Alaric was revered as a noble and compassionate ruler who put his people before himself, and his loss had severely dampened morale. However, their hope now rested on Aedan Vesperia, the rightful heir who was expected to ascend the throne. All eyes were on the young Prince.
Meanwhile, Aedan sat alone in his room, his heart cold and desolate. He had turned eighteen only yesterday, and instead of celebrating, he was mourning. He had dreamt of so many things: training with his father, talking, laughing, and simply being with him. Now, all those dreams were shattered. Elves were known to live for 300 to 350 years, yet his father had been killed at the mere age of fifty.
Seraphina entered the room. Seeing her son so utterly dejected, she sat beside him and spoke softly. "What is it, my child? Why are you sitting here so sadly?"
Aedan looked up, his voice heavy with grief. "Mother, I had imagined so much. I thought when Father returned, we would train and have fun. But the first time I see him after all these years… it's his corpse."
Seraphina pulled him into her embrace. "My son, you must not be sad. If you falter, how will the entire Kingdom remain strong? You must be strong so you can save our Kingdom."
At her words, the sadness in Aedan's eyes was replaced by a fierce fire of rage and determination.
"Yes, Mother. I will make the Kingdom strong, and I will take vengeance for Father."
A soft, knowing smile touched Seraphina's lips.
Just then, a servant approached and bowed. "Queen, all the Ministers and the King's brother have called an emergency meeting. You and the Prince have been summoned."
Seraphina understood immediately what was about to unfold, but there was no fear in her expression. She took her son's hand and led him toward the meeting hall.
In the meeting hall, all the Ministers were assembled, and King Alaric's younger brother, Tyrion Vesperia, was sitting on the King's throne, a sly smile fixed on his face.
Seraphina stopped, her voice sharp with undisguised anger. "How dare you sit on the King's throne? Are you unaware that only his son may occupy that seat?"
Tyrion leaned back, maintaining his calculating smile. "Perhaps you are forgetting, Queen, that Aedan has not yet married a Royal Blood heir. Therefore, he cannot become King. And given the current state of the Kingdom, we require a King immediately."
A few Ministers nodded in agreement with Tyrion.
Seraphina seized on his words. "If Aedan were to marry, he could become King, is that not correct?"
A flicker of annoyance crossed Tyrion's face. He stammered slightly. "How is that possible? We have no other Royal Blood left in our family or the Kingdom. Who would he marry?"
Seraphina smiled, a look of serene power on her face. "He will marry me."
Everyone gasped, including Aedan, who looked at his mother in stunned silence.
An ancient Minister then spoke, his voice trembling. "Queen, are you referring to the ancient law established by the Kingdom's Elven founders? The one created to prevent outsiders from seizing the throne?"
Seraphina confirmed with a firm nod.
Instantly, all the Ministers dropped to their knees, their voices ringing with shame and respect. "My Queen, forgive us. We were misled by Crown Prince Tyrion. Henceforth, our new King is Aedan! May My King live for a thousand years!"
Within moments, the news spread throughout the Kingdom. Initially shocked, the people soon rejoiced, happy that their Queen and the new King were united. Seraphina quickly had Tyrion imprisoned for the crime of attempted coup d'état, and security across the realm was tightened even further.
Back in their chamber, Aedan held his mother in a loving embrace. "Mother, you taught Uncle a good lesson. And now, you are my Queen, and I am your King."
Seraphina pressed her large, heavy breasts against Aedan's chest. "Yes, my Aedan. Now I am your Queen. But you are the King. You must manage both the Kingdom and me. Can you handle it?"
Aedan reached up, cupping and squeezing his mother's breasts. "Yes, Mother. I will handle it starting now. You gave me life, and you nursed me with your milk. I am yours, Mother."
Seraphina laughed joyously and hugged him tightly.
Aedan reached up, pulling both of her magnificent breasts free from her dress. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply, while his hands squeezed her firm hips. Seraphina's eyes grew hazy with pleasure. She began to stroke the back of her son's head.
Aedan stopped sucking and moved his mouth to hers, kissing her passionately. Their eyes closed in shared ecstasy as a faint magical light began to emanate from their bodies.
Aedan ravaged her lips, then moved to kiss her entire face. He started to lick her nose and ears, their bodies now radiating the unique energy of Love Magic. Seraphina reached down, her hand finding his rigid manhood, closing her fingers around his large erection. The impressive size made her gasp softly, her body instantly growing slick and eager.