The wind howled and the rain came down in sheets, soaking the storm-tossed sea below the cliff where Queen Bett stood, her eyes fixed on the churning waves. She was lost in thought, her mind drifting back to the man who had captured her heart - her premier-minister, Witt.
Unbeknownst to Bett, Witt was just a few feet away, her own thoughts consumed by the unrequited love she felt for the queen. She stood at the very edge of the cliff, her shoes off, the rain pouring down on her as she contemplated ending her life.
But just as Witt was about to take that fateful step, Bett appeared, her voice cutting through the wind. "Witt, no!" she cried, rushing forward to grab hold of her premier-minister.
Witt was surprised, but she didn't resist as Bett pulled her back from the edge. "Your Majesty," she stammered, her voice shaking.
Bett looked into Witt's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "I need to tell you something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Something important."
Witt's heart raced as she waited for Bett to continue. She had no idea what the queen could possibly want to tell her, but she felt a sudden sense of hope.
"I'm pregnant," Bett blurted out, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Witt was stunned. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What?" she gasped, her mind racing.
"I'm pregnant," Bett repeated, her voice stronger this time. "With your child."
Witt felt her knees go weak. She couldn't process what Bett was saying. "But how?" she stammered.
"We had a drunken encounter," Bett explained. "I didn't realize I was pregnant until recently."
Witt was overwhelmed. She didn't know how to react. She felt a mix of joy, fear, and confusion. "I don't know what to say," she finally managed to say.
Bett took Witt's hand and led her back to the castle. "We'll figure things out together," she reassured her, her voice full of warmth and understanding.
Witt followed Bett, her mind still reeling from the news. She couldn't believe what was happening. She was going to be a mother.
Once inside the castle, Bett led Witt to her royal chambers. Witt tried to leave, but Bett stopped her. "We need to talk," she said, her voice playful.
Witt sat down next to Bett, her heart pounding. She felt cornered, but at the same time, she was drawn to the queen.
Bett leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've always wanted to know what it's like to kiss a dragon," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Witt's breath caught in her throat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. But before she could react, Bett's lips were on hers, and Witt was lost in a wave of desire and longing.
As they kissed, Bett's hands roamed over Witt's body, igniting a fire within her. She had never felt this way before, and she knew that she was in for the ride of her life.
The storm outside raged on, but inside the castle, a different kind of storm was brewing - a storm of passion and desire that would change their lives forever.
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