Elize Winters - kneels before the kingly queen.

A Crimson King - drew forth a hand, only to curl two of her digits up just a little, motioning for her to get up without a word uttered.

Elize Winters - does as shes commanded slowly rising to her feet. The huntress keeps her head down not wishing to make uninvited eye contact with her better as she approaches.

A Crimson King - coaxes her hand back to her side, settling it atop the throne she was seated upon, using it as an arm-rest before she spoke. "Speak yer mind."

Elize Winters - would approach the throne stopping a few feet before. When spoken to the huntress would slowly raise her head. The initial view of the woman reminded Elize of her overwhelming beauty. "Y-yes m-my mistress..." Her voice trembled in the presence of her better. "...I was hoping th-thay I may b-borrow some of m'ladys time in a c-couple hours."

A Crimson King - leant herself right back into the back of the throne, settling herself up straight in her posture with both arms set at her side. She appeared domineering over the other, both in sheer size but also in status. Her digits tapped up the elegant frame of her throne which was after all made for her specifically. "In a couple of hours, you say? Mayhaps, mayhaps."

Elize Winters - bows her head again and slowly starts to take a few steps back from the throne. "Y-Yes mistress, of... of course. Thank... thank you for your time." The huntress' voice continues to tremble as she continues to take another couple step backwards. Though, she would not turn away from the woman without her permission.

A Crimson King - drew her deep emerald hues over to the huntress, only to wait a moment or two before she coaxed a hand up and curled a single digit at her to motion for her to come over. "Approach once more. I ain't done with ya yet." She stated, firm and demanding. Truly, it would have been foolish to disobey her with that glint hidden behind her orbs.

Elize Winters - would quickly react to the regal request. Her paces were quickened, however her head remainex down. "Y-yes mistress..." Sure to make sure that her posture was one of obedience Elize did not wish for the woman to take her speed as a threat. A gesture that would be solidified as the huntress again fell to her knees right at the woman's feet.

A Crimson King - would never be able to view the huntress as a threat unless a weapon was drawn; which she wouldn't quite have to explain as to why that'd be. Nevertheless, she drew a hand up once more, curling each and every digit of that hand, one by one, into a fist before opening it up again and uttering the words she wished to convey. "Come closer."

Elize Winters - looks up at the woman finally as she inches closer. The huntress' head would end up only centimeters from the royalty's hand. "Y-yes my m-mistress. Wh-what would you have of me." One hand was across her chest the other remained flat on the ground as she took the most submissive position available.

A Crimson King - cocked her head to the side for a moment, letting those emerald hues scan every inch of the huntress' smaller frame. Once she was satisfied, she drew a hand to her lap, tapping her digits right up against the flesh as if to motion for her to sit; which her words clearly put forth all the same. "Seat yourself; as close as can be."

Elize Winters - would stare into the woman's eyes a mixture of intrigue and fear as the woman held a simply overwhelming presence. Though, the request caught her off guard. Even though a huntress was well above a typical commoner they are still not able to touch royals typically. Still, she would not dare argue. "Y-yes mistress." With that she would slowly and softly sit across the woman's lap her own hands falling to her side being sure as to not touch the woman any more than requested.

A Crimson King - cocked her head right back into place, only for her to lean forth a little while her eager hands slithered onto the huntress' frame, starting from those broad hips and directly up to her bust, settling right atop of that breastplate before she growled just a little, radiating it from within throat. The more obedient the other was, the easier it was for Mordred to do as she pleased. Her intent was clear as day however; but she made sure that the huntress' knew it well. "Get used to this. You'll find yourself straddled atop my lap far more than just this single instance. I'd certainly hope ya do not disappoint."

Elize Winters - would find her eyes resting on those fangs. Many different scenarios ran through the huntress' head as too what the royalty woman desired. That growl would serve to further intimidate and as those hands began to explore her body, she would feel Elize tremble and see her pale skin goose-bump. When she spoke, the nervous girl looked back into those eyes. "Of... of course, I live t-to serve. M-my sword... m-my body is yours." That final part took a little extra to get out as her eyes again found their way to her fangs and then to her piercing emerald gaze.

A Crimson King - coaxed one of 'er hands directly upward, settling it right atop of the huntress' chin, cupping it within those slender digits with minimal force being applied. With such however she kept the nervous gal starin' directly at 'er with no way to escape. Not that she'd dare do such a thing to begin with. "Very good. I expect yer body is quite capable of satiating me, but we shall have to put such to the test. Nevertheless, ya needn't worry... Yer goin' to be met with a pleasure that no-one can escape from."

Elize Winters - let out the tiniest high-pitched moan as she felt that regal hand upon her chin. Her mistress would feel just how nervous the huntress was as she put every part of her soul into not shaking and still, she failed. Though the touch itself was not at all unpleasant. In fact, it was tender, and her hands felt truly amazing. The words on the other hand were still disconcerting as the huntress didn't know what she meant. "I-I will serve y-you in whatever capacity y-you need. T-to the best of my abilities " Repeating herself she said again. "I am yours to command. D-do with me as you please."

A Crimson King - revealed her intentions quite clearly; though in a tone of voice that made it sound like she'd be doing exactly what she uttered, without a single care in the world stopping her. "Very good. I will require you as a consort; one that will satiate my lust and equally bear the burden of being partaken from each and every day at my command." She thus proclaimed, leaving naught to the imagination for the poor huntress' sat atop of her lap. Those digits she had locked atop of the girl's chin had sunken in a lil' more possessively. She let her emerald orbs pierce the huntress' own set, as if staring directly past her frame and into her soul. "May I be led to believe that I shan't hear any complaints?"

Elize Winters - felt a mix of emotions as a few beads of sweat form upon her brow. In one way being asked to be a royal consort was a high honor the highest one without noble blood could achieve. Though in another realm she was disappointed up until this very moment the huntress had spent every moment of her waking days honing herself inti the perfect weapon. The tip of the sword to be plunged into her majesty's enemies. Though, she would dare claim this pleasure instead she looked the woman right in the eyes. "N-no mistress I w-would never raise a doubt. I-i am yours in b-body of soul until the moment you deem me unworthy."

A Crimson King - cared very little for her background; as was quite clear. She knew very well that even her own consort could serve her with tooth and claw when the need arises. Truly, Mordred cared more for what the huntress could do for her, with the main selling point for the 'King' being that she seemed utmost perfect to exert her energy upon. To teach her the pleasures of a proper woman and drown her in those newfound pleasures of life; to make her the King's own servant in any way it was possible. "Very good. Pray tell... Have you been claimed by another before?"

Elize Winters - would continue to sweat as blood swelled within her cheeks causing them to glow. This was all so much the huntress had only approached her majesty with a request to go over plans of infiltrating an enemy’s country. A mission most dangerous and yet not what had her mind spinning. A condition only to worse as the royal woman asked her a vastly personal and unfortunately embarrassing question for the young warrior. "N-no y-your majesty..." Her eyes would sink downwards for a moment before quickly returning to the woman's gaze. With no desire to offend she elaborated. "M-my life h-has been spent in the per... pursuit of perfection and t-technique. I-I have not h-had time for such things." With that somehow her face would grow even more red as her body uneasily shifted about quivering in the imposing nobles lap.

A Crimson King - chuckled avidly at the reveal of the huntress' words and the situation alike. Mordred was clearly satisfied with the answer however; for the words she uttered made it all the more clear. Each breath she gave was utterly domineering, befit of a warrior King. "Ya will continue to hone yer skills; but not just those. Henceforth ya will become a proper woman, one that will sate me each and every day. When yer not in the midst of my presence, ya will work on yer skills as well as these new desires ya will garner from me." She bellowed out, her tone leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. After she uttered such, she let go of the huntress' chin, only to slip herself forth and lock her pearly white teeth right atop of her earlobe, nipping at it in a coy manner to elicit a reaction out of the smaller girl.

Elize Winters - was trembling and quivering at the woman's word. An incredibly feat given that the young huntress had earned her small command position by face down a platoon of enemy warrior single handed. In that instance the silver-haired warrior had shown no pause nor quarter. Yet, here she sits in the presence of her better, and she couldn’t form a single word. A struggle that would only get worse as the woman sunk her teeth lightly into the huntress' ear. Practically butter in the royal's hand Elize's whole body quivered and loosed. "M-mistress d-do not w-worry. I-I..." A little moan and wince would cut of her words. "...I-I will b-be the best at any... any job g-given as I-I always have been." Of course, the moment she stopped being the best it would be lucky that she would be disposed of quickly on some suicide mission or worse.

A Crimson King - certainly wasn't going to worry in the slightest. She knew full well she had this little huntress wrapped around her finger; though it amused her so to tease her and toy around with her. She drew a hand up, just to settle it atop the exposed neck of the huntress as those digits coil right around it, slowly sinking in just a touch. "Very good. I shall add that whenever I am dissatisfied with the effort ya put in I will tighten my grip around yer throat.. Consider it a punishment and equally a reason for ya to make sure ya strive to be the best... Not many get the chance to be my consort. Don't waste it." She practically growled out as she gave a single nod and released that grasp from atop of the huntress' neck. She couldn't even hide it, but a wry grin was displayed proudly atop of her lips.

Elize Winters - there was little doubt as to why their enemies feared the name Mordred. Not only did the woman have one of the finest fighting forces in the known world, but she herself was a force to be reckoned with. Rumors were aplenty about her capacities. Sharp of tongue and wit, able to stare into people’s souls with a single gaze, and lastly the sure strength and power she possessed. The last of which was felt by the huntress in that very moment. As a honed warrior she knew when someone was trying and when someone wasn't, so when that grasp tightened around her neck and it looked as though the royal woman was just sitting idle, she knew right then in there to never cross her. Not that she really would have anyway, but it was a lesson learned all the same. "Y-yes mistress, I-I swear t-to never displease y-you, th-though should that day ever come I-I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit." It was in that moment that the trembling and anxiety got to be too much, and the warrior finally showed a true crack. A single tear would run down from one of her eyes.

A Crimson King - flaunted a moment of compassion for the huntress as she drew a hand forth to wipe away that single tear as it ran down her cheek. What had once been a tense moment of the Saber utterly domineering over any and all had just in but a flick of a finger traversed into a tender, genuine moment. With all that had made it clear that the King she was nestled upon was a force to be reckoned with, this one little moment proved it once more. The ability to control one's booming voice, the ability to draw the deepest depths of one's humanity from their body with a single touch or gaze.. Or the ability to display her feelings and emotions in a manner truly befitting a warrior King. Ruthless, a conqueror, one that you'd never wish to clash blades with... Mordred was that very King, but at heart, she too desired someone that was fit to carry her offspring, one that could stand at her side yet suit the position of being her consort. The huntress had been given a chance, a chance she surely would have to take. Her words rung true once more as they boomed forth, yet equally the situation was far less tense as she leant back into her throne and slumped a little. "There shall be no punishment unless ya anger me so or simply do not even come remotely close to pleasing me. Shed yer last tears before ya step into a new world, for I will make ya a woman, my own, at that."

Elize Winters - had thought in that moment it was already over as her majesty raised her hand. However, instead of angry or rage the young huntress was met with car and love. Initially flinching she slowly sat back up in the proper position. The entire demeanor of the woman had changed as she wiped that tear from Elize's eye and issued her command. It was then with a sniffle and a nod of the head that the silver-haired warrior cracked her first smile. "Y-yes, m-my mistress. Y-you won't see any more tears." Wiping her eyes clean she truly took the posture of a 'proper woman' that the ruler had mentioned, and she said with confidence. "I promise to never let you down. I promise to embrace this new world and give it my best." Still spoken with clear obedience and respect it was also said in a confident tone that would hopefully draw a microcosm of respect from the powerful monarch.

A Crimson King - gave an approving nod to the huntress' words. While utmost domineering and with her very presence instilling fear into just about anyone but the bravest of heroes, she too was still compassionate when it mattered most. Not all of it had to be bloodshed and depravity, some piece of it merely belonged in a romantic fashion, a bond betwixt two that cannot so simply be founded. Even though at this moment, such was quite frankly what was transpiring. "Good. I expect ya will keep yourself to those words and a high standard. Failure, like within any battle, simply is not an option. I will grant ya this one chance; now that ya have properly earned it and cast aside that frail shell. I will turn ya and conquer ya, yet I will nurture ya. If you can keep up with me, you'll earn my respect and serve me for as long as ya live." She bellowed out, her voice firm, demanding and heavy; yet at the same time she truly was still upholding that what she had just stated.