"So we are getting married as soon as possible, no?"
"…Titania, wanna have sex…?"
"…"
"..."
Everywhere was silent and still as I asked the queen such a bold question.
The room seemed to hold its breath with us—no distant flutter of pixie wings, no soft chime from the crystal fixtures high above, just the faint rustle of Titania's frilly dress against the sheets and the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears.
"…Sex… with me…?"
Titania's face flushed instantly, the color blooming across her cheeks in a deep, rosy wave that spread all the way to the tips of her slightly pointed ears.
She began to fidget; small, restless movements that only made her look even more unbearably cute.
Her fingers twisted the edge of my shirt where she still gripped it, knuckles whitening then relaxing in quick little pulses.
