"You know, my dear, that I only aim to please you."

She took a slow, deep breath, keenly aware of how such an act amplified her more bountiful features. "But?"

"I don't understand why you want me to wear this. Leather pants? Nobody's worn anything like this for, oh, twenty? Thirty years?"

She clasped her hands and held them to her chin. "Please, love. For me?"

He shrugged. "Very well."


Celene sat on the bed, trembling with anticipation. Cailan finally entered, striding triumphantly toward her. "Wait!" she leapt up and grabbed a brush from the vanity. "Your hair."

He was taken aback. "My hair? What's wrong with my hair?" his hands lifted, instinctually defensive.

"Oh it is quite lovely, surely, but … the braids. It's all wrong." She gently undid the ties and brushed his hair. Once it was tousled to her liking, she stepped back to admire the effect. "Yes. Perfect."

He stole a glance at himself in the mirror, and his eyebrows shot up. "Oh! I...see," he smirked. "I get what you're playing at." He stepped forward and grabbed her throat. "You weak, little Orlesian noble. You think you can vanquish me?"

She gasped. "You catch on quickly."

"The Rebel Queen didn't raise a fool. On your knees."

She did as she was told. He loosened the laces on his trousers. "Now show me what those soft little lips are good for."

She took him in her mouth. He grabbed her hair and thrust into her. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat. "Keep that up and I'm going to have to really show you what a rebel can do, Your Eminence." She redoubled her efforts, using her hands to stroke the parts her mouth could not reach, swirling her tongue lovingly around the tip. "That's enough of that," he announced and pulled her up to her feet.

"What else can I do to convince you to spare me," she fluttered her lashes, panting in anticipation.

"Turn around, bend over, and hike up your skirts. I'm ready to invade."

Again she obeyed to the letter, pressing her face into the duvet. He entered her roughly. "So much for manners and good breeding," he bent forward and whispered in her ear. "You're as ready for me as a common whore."

She bit the fabric as he pounded into her. She slipped a hand under her belly to touch herself. "No, no, that won't do at all," he grabbed her arm and yanked, pinning her wrists over her head. "Only I am going to enjoy this."

He increased his pace, merciless, relentless. She groaned as he pushed even deeper into her. Finally, he released into her, roaring as he came. He pulled out and yanked her up with one hand, his trousers with the other. "Now, you behave yourself. Or next time, I'm bringing Loghain with me."