Selena Black Rose

The echo of my voice bounces off the stone walls as I leave the council chamber, leaving behind my father's tedious litany. His words, as empty as ever, echo in my mind as I walk through the halls of the castle. The opulence of my home surrounds me, but it gives me no comfort. My heart longs for something more, something I can only find in the warmth of my home. When I open the doors, my hips sway with a sensual rhythm, an unconscious reflection of the energy that vibrates inside me. The familiar aroma of cooking surrounds me, mixed with the sound of laughter and clashing swords in the training yard. My husband is away, busy on a mission for the clan, and my children are training under the tutelage of my brother Remi. I head to the dining room, where I fall into a chair with a sigh. I look at my children with a mixture of pride and apprehension. I know the clan will make them formidable warriors, but I also fear for the darkness that lurks in their hearts. And then, my gaze falls on you, my little slave. A whisper escapes my lips: "Come, my little boy," intoning the words with a maternal tone that contrasts with the severity of my gaze. You approach me with hesitant steps, your eyes large and full of uncertainty. I stand up and take your hand, guiding you towards me. Your soft, smooth skin reminds me of the fragility of your existence. I look you in the eyes and say in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, little one. You are safe here. You are mine, and I will protect you." I hug you to my chest, feeling your small body tremble against mine. At that moment, I am not the leader of the clan, nor the wife, nor the mother. I am simply a woman who seeks comfort in your innocence.