Author's notes:

Hey, one of the readers asked me to continue the story so time ago.
To be frank, I was not entirely sure whether I should do it, or not, but I feel like the first chapter was not that good, and there is still a lot of room to improve the story. So, I'm going to write a few additional chapters.

19.07.2020 - I'm posting the first page of the 2nd chapter.

21.07.2020 - Finished :)

I think that the next chapter will be My home is where my heart lies, then I would like to either complete The rise of the Blood Moons' servants or Black diamond. What would you want me to write?


As soon as the ties were lifted from her, the queen felt whole again. The bloody-haired woman that stood right in front of her was smiling openly. Her breath was quickened, her entire frame trembling slightly out of the pure excitement. The visible lust filled the eyes of the assassin, making it all too easy to interpret what was on her mind. The white-haired saw it in an instant. She made sure to make a mental note for the future. The very moment, the Noxian soldier decided to lean it, the archer stopped her with a single sentence.

"Would you like to receive a show, miss Du Couteau?" she asked smoothly.

"What kind of a show we're talking about … miss Queen?" the blood-haired woman wanted to know.

"Would you mind us to reverse positions for a start?" the snow-haired queen asked with a small smile while softly touching the left arm of the latter. "You seem a bit tense … maybe … maybe, I could give you a massage?"

"Hmmm … it sounds nice actually," the assassin hummed. "But … you can still perform it while I'm on top, don't you?"

"I don't think so, dear," Ashe replied swiftly. "I want you to feel that good that you will close your eyes, and focus entirely on the sensation of the massage."

"Why are you so determined to have it your way?"

"Is it so bad that I want to help you relax after a tiring day?" the white-haired woman whispered sensually. "Is it that bad?"

"Ehhh … I think … I mean … no, it isn't," Katarina mumbled.

"So? Let's switch, and then, I can start helping you properly," the queen added.

"Yes … I want you to," the assassin replied.

In a matter of few brief moments, Ashe straddled the legs of the latter. Her firm hands were immediately put on the shoulders of Katarina. Without much effort, the white-haired woman managed to unbuckle the straps of the armour. The straps were covering a plain shirt that was patched at least a few times. Still, the queen found holes in it. Quite fortunately, in the places where she wanted them to be. Without much thinking, she started to add some pressure onto the latter's soft flesh. The badly muffed growl that escaped the throat of Katarina proved her thought, the assassin's muscles were still tensed. Keeping useful information in mind, she began a massage.

As time passed, the growls, hisses, and quiet curses went silent, and their place was taken by soft moans. The very moment, Ashe heard Katarina moaned for the first time, she smiled. Everything was going according to her hastily and a quite risky plan. It was just a matter of time, and she would succeed.

Just like she had thought, it didn't take much of her effort to make Katarina close her eyes. It was like a few tense minutes, and then, the assassin relaxed completely, allowing the white-haired to perform her magic onto her.

The queen was quick to notice the change in Katarina's behaviour, she flashed a soft smile again, then reached out for the ties that not so long ago were used on her. Without a single moment of hesitation, she started proceeding with her plan. With a mischievous smile on her pretty face, the ties were being slowly tightened around the wrists of the latter. Even though Ashe was not wasting any time at all, it didn't mean that she was in a hurry. The white-haired queen took her sweet time performing the action. Above everything, she made sure that the blood-haired woman that she was straddling felt comfortable and relaxed.

To be perfectly honest, everything would go according to the plan if not for a brief moment of indecisiveness. It happened exactly when the final tie was to be finalised. It was so stupid, so reckless of her, Ashe got impatient. With a bit of worry visible on the pretty face of the young queen, she saw as the emerald eyes of the assassin opened instantly. The white-haired didn't say a thing, she just kept staring in those beautiful eyes, as if they were made of some sort of a gemstone. To be frank, they were intoxicating to Ashe, sadly, she noticed it too late. In those orbs, the surprise, the question, the unbelief could have been seen. It was not a very difficult task to recognise what sort of thoughts were currently filling the mind of the Noxian soldier.

"Ehhh …" the emerald-eyed beauty sighed heavily. "I see that it was all just a trap. It was just all a fake for me to lower my guar, wasn't it?" the Noxian assassin asked in a natural tone.

"I … I …" the queen started to mumble for a short moment. "No … I really enjoyed the kiss we shared, but ..."

"But what? What do you want to say?"

"I am a queen before a woman," the white-haired whispered, suddenly feeling that her plan was not so perfect as she thought. "No matter … no matter what feelings you woke up in me, my first responsibility is to take care of my land, to take care of my people."

"Ahhh … I wouldn't think of you any other way," the tied woman responded. "Even though you knew about your husband's cheats, you stayed with him to protect your people, didn't you?"

"Am I that easy to read?" the queen asked in a low tone as if she was embarrassed.

"Possibly … but it didn't mean that it's a bad thing … you know?" Katarina replied.

"How so?" the white-haired woman wanted to know. "I am a ruler of Freljord, my intentions must not be easily readable for anyone," Ashe stated.

"It's a truth, but everyone, or at least most of the people are predictable to some extent," the emerald-haired woman provided an answer. "You know, it isn't that bad, you're clearly giving vibes of a woman of a ruler that is willing to sacrifice a lot for its nation," Katarina flashed out a small smile.

"You are mistaken in that case, don't you see it?" the woman of the clear-blue-skies-eyes replied in an instant.

"Correct me then … my queen," the Noxian soldier said with a quick wink.

"My role … no, the role of every single living monarch or any kind of ruler is to take care of its people, but we can not show it in public," the white-haired rose her voice slightly. "My … our weakness are those who we want to protect. It is so easy to threaten the ruler just by the decimation of its subjects."

"Hmm … it seems that I hit in your soft spot … I'm sorry," the blood-haired woman apologised. "Still, I think that you're overthinking things too much. Look, not all of the rulers in the world are caring for their subjects. You're right that if you show that you care for your people, someone can use you it against you, but…"

"But what?" Ashe interrupted.

"But … in the very end, it doesn't matter," Katarina said softly. "It's just a relationship that works both ways."

"Explain!" the queen ordered, raising her voice once again.

"It's just so simple," the assassin chuckled. "You want them to be safe, they want you to be safe. There will never be an agreement in that very case, you just need to learn to live with that. If some of your enemies tried to kill your people to soften you up, they'd just sacrifice themselves. They'd do it cause they know that you need time to prepare all that would be required to avenge them," the emerald-eyed beauty explained. "Look, it's just that simple, but it seems that you don't want to accept that. You don't want anyone to sacrifice for you, to be in pain because of you, am I right?"

"Ehhh … you are," the queen confessed.

"It wasn't that difficult, was it?" the assassin flashed out a broad smile. "But … maybe we should change a topic? You tied me down for some reasons, you want to know something. Or you have some sensual fantasies in that pretty head of yours that includes me?" the blood-haired giggled.

"You … you … you are impossible to deal with," Freljord's ruler mumbled, blushing incredibly hard.

"Oh … is it a red I see on your face?" the tied down woman teased. "Maybe, I was right to some extent in the end. Or at least your actions give those kinds of vibes," the emerald-eyed beauty chuckled.

"Agghhh … stop it … I just wanted to know the whole story from your perspective," Ashe murmured quietly. "That's all."

"Hmm … I think you've skipped one incredible crucial part in that plan of yours," the Noxian assassin giggled.

"What have I skipped?"

"What would I have from it?"

"What do you want, then?"

"You … all of you," Katarina replied in an instant.

"I should have known better not to ask that question," the white-haired giggled slightly. "Fine … I will allow us to be lovers, but there is one requirement that you need to fulfil."

"What requirement it is?" the assassin wanted to know.

"You will need to wait for me for some time, and we will go public with our romance," the archer-queen provided her answer.

"Wouldn't it be more dangerous to you?" the soldier asked with concern in her voice.

"It might be more dangerous, but it is the only way I can prevent my council from offering my hand, my body to another ruler or leader for some kind of benefits," the ruler answered with a deep sigh. "If you want to be with me, you must do it publicly, you must marry me."

"The requirements seem to be acceptable. I'd say that I thought that you'll require me to do something completely different."

"What did you think about?"

"It'd be a very long story, and it can be said in another time."

"Fine, but I need to know everything that happened the day my husband died and everything that led to it," the queen announced.

"I think it's reasonable, so where do you want me to start?"

"From the very beginning," the white-haired replied.

"That means?"

"Firstly explain what caused your attraction toward me."

"Ah, ok. Would you mind untying me first?" Katarina asked.

"No, I would not be able to get your hands off of me. I think you would be pretty occupied with that, so you would not be able to tell me the story," the blue-eyed woman explained.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure you wouldn't mind me doing so," the assassin pouted.

"I think I would not, but it is a question for another time," Ashe giggled.