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[So. There's a lot of bullshit that comes when the king of Aravalle decides to marry an elf. Chiefly, he has sisters, and today, they found Shirin.

Which is why she's now clomped into his office in a panic (and a ridiculously fancy dress she's been stuffed into), looking for somewhere to hide. You'd think the youngest of five would be used to this.]

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Not actually. We intentionally crafted the rumors about their purity to keep them from being interfered with. A unicorn doesn't give a shit if you're undead or if you're a fucking giant, so long as your morals align with theirs. And they wouldn't be settling in Aravalle at all if they didn't.

[Shrugging casually.] But, since most people don't know all that...we'd have to ask them of course. But one making an appearance of it's own volition would do much to change your reputation, no?

[When did Shirin learn how to politics. What have you done to her, Konstantin.]

[He stands back up straight, then reaches over and grabs her chin, looking her over.]

Hmm... no, it still smells like you. What got you into politics, now?

[Staring right back at him, and raising an eyebrow.]

Maybe I figured, since I'm to be queen, that I should at least learn enough to be of some use?

...You're cute when you're angry.

[Letting her chin go.]

But I am uncertain shedding my reputation is the best idea.

[Huffing, faintly.]

It's up to you. You'd know better than I how human politics works, even when I'm trying my best...

[But, she's putting her hands on his shoulders and sort of pushing him back towards his chair.]

But! Enough of that.

Let us not forget that I share in my father's cursed bloodline. There is a chance that I will have to have one of my own sons or daughters slay me... what then?

[But he's letting her push him down into his seat all the same.]

Perhaps better to be feared in such a case.

We'll see. There's nothing to say your human blood won't spare you such a fate...or that mixing elven blood into all this won't have some interesting results. Focus on the here and now...or if you insist on the future, consider what you wish them to inherit.

[Flicking his nose, some, while she's still leaned over him.]

But if you succumb to such a curse too quickly I'm going to be very peeved, you must understand. Be clear that you do...I don't intend to leave you able to be coherent about it for very much longer.

Well, the plan as I understood it hinges on having children who are old enough to understand the possible familial obligations, so, no, I have no intention yet or any time soon.

[He chuckles, settling in some in this chair.]

You may continue.

Good...because it make take us some time in the trying.

[She chuckles a little dryly, before getting down to her knees and pulling his pants open enough to get in there and tease him on out. Apparently, yes, she is actually going to do this.

Let's hope everyone actually respects the ~~sock on the doorknob~~ blue flame.]

[She does get a fairly quick reaction, given he just writhed in his seat from that teasing. Seems that he has been looking forward to it since she suggested it.]

I-I'm certain you'll be enthusiastic about trying...

You're not wrong.

[She can't help but laugh a little at his squirming.]

I always did want kids...I just never liked the idea that it was supposed to be a duty to my people or whatever.

[Annd she's following that up with a nice, slow lick, because she doesn't believe in being fair.]

I-intending on pressing your advantage, I see?

[Moreso than usual, she's got him completely on the ropes, here already, if that hand on his chair arm is anything to go by.]

Why not...? You win so easily if I don't.

[Yeah, she's not going to be anything remotely like fair with this. In fact, she's going to be incredibly slow and teasing and very, very thorough with her tongue down here.]

Aaah.... d-don't think I won't remember thisss...

[But really there's not much else he can do but gasp in his chair and try not to move around while she does this.]

I'm counting on it.

[She kind of smirks up at him, before going in for the kill. She's...she's very good at this.]

[He doesn't last long, but considering all he managed was to get his hand in her hair before she brings him to orgasm, yes, she really is apparently just that damned good.]

[She has the grace not to laugh, at least, and swallows before looking up at him with an absolutely shit-eating grin.]

Finally found a way to render you helpless, I see...

[He laughs a bit at that, even as he gets his breath back under control.]

I think I would be surprised if you found a man that didn't render helpless.

I can never be sure with you until I try, can I? You tend to turn even your weak points to your advantage.

[She's standing back up, bit if this means she's basically leaning over him in the chair, well, it's a nice damn view.]

I admire that as much as it tends to infuriate me, I'll admit.

Oh, I know. I've spent quite some time turning weaknesses against the world. It is something that a man in my position must do, unfortunately...

[He's reaching up and stroking her hair because he does enjoy the view.]

But it does have it's benefits.

[She does enjoy the attention, obviously, and she's going to steal a kiss while she's here.]

Oh, I think you enjoy how it frustrates people.

I refuse to believe I'm alone in enjoying other people's frustrations.

[He'll kiss her back, then along her cheek.]

We-e-ell, I might be enjoying watching your courtiers lose their damn minds over the fact my ears are pointy, but that's not really the same thing, is it?

I rather like that your ears are pointy, personally.

[Which is why he's leaned up to lick one.]

But no, that is far from the same.

[She just shuddered and squeaked at that--someone is feeling sensitive right now.]

I-I'm pretty...straightforward at heart...I guess...

[This, coming from someone who still has trouble being honest about her feelings?]