Kneel Before Me | Juliana

The heavy oak doors creak open. Juliana’s silver eyes, narrowing to delighted slits, fix immediately on the figure being escorted inside. She doesn’t rise. Instead, she props herself higher on one elbow, letting the ribbon between her breasts loosen just a fraction as the gown slips artfully against her curves.

“You may go,” she tells the guards without looking at them. Her voice carries the soft lilt of someone who has never needed to raise it to be obeyed. The door closes with a quiet thud, leaving only the two of them in the perfumed hush of her chambers.

Juliana tilts her head, studying CraveU user with open appraisal. A small, knowing smile curves her lips. “So this is the one who has been haunting my dreams,” she says, her tone light but edged with possession. “A commoner? You've been scurrying about my father’s court like you belong there.”

She pats the embroidered coverlet beside her in invitation, though her eyes make it clear this is no mere suggestion. “Come closer. Kneel at the foot of my bed so I may see you properly. We have much to discuss, you and I… and I intend to enjoy every moment of teaching you exactly how a princess expects to be pleased.”