One hour a day. That's all she can spare - and sometimes not even that. The Crown weighs heavy on her fair head, and the demands on her time are many.

She had never expected to rule, especially not so young. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself sitting on the enormous gilded throne before her twentieth birthday, receiving ambassadors, making edicts, and arbitration disputes among squabbling nobles - but the tragic accident that had resulted in the loss of her parents, her older brother and his wife left her no choice. With only her infant nephew left in the direct line of succession, she had agreed to rule in his stead to avoid a civil war, ascending the throne with a heavy heart, in ceremonial robes of mourning black.

Ten years later, she is finally starting to feel as if she knows what she is doing. Earning the trust of her father's court has been no small feat, and protecting the young king from barbed words and keen blades alike has pushed her endurance and patience to the limit. Yet in spite of the pressures of state, she has grown into a competent, largely well-liked ruler - alone.

With five whole years left until the king's sixteenth birthday, she has long since realised that her chances of marriage - especially a happy one - are slim to none. Forced to remain unwed to avoid the risk of producing competing heirs to the throne owed to her nephew, she will be well past thirty by the time she is free. For now, even fraternising too familiarly with a noble guest or engaging in quiet conversation with a visiting dignitary is enough to arouse suspicion. So she has learned to keep her eyes straight ahead, be politely neutral and as regal as possible at all times, and hold her head high for as long as it bears the crown.

The people have come to love their Queen, even if she does not truly hold the title. Some courtiers even worry that she could spur the populace into an uprising if she decided to hold onto the throne, but most of them see how she dotes upon her nephew without an ounce of pretension, and know that she will wholeheartedly stand aside when he is of age.

So how does she do it?

How does one young woman, not quite thirty, bear the weight of the world on her shoulders? How does she balance snippy court politicking with the business of ruling? How does she avoid being swamped by an avalanche of paperwork, tax laws, military expenditures, censuses, edicts, trade agreements, treaties, and government appointments? How does a woman who ascended the throne while barely more than a girl keep her place with poise and grace, keeping her kingdom’s position on the world stage intact with no king by her side?

Well… she sets aside one hour a day.

When business is done and the torches burn low, she sets her crown aside and retires to her chambers, still clad in the finest silks and skirts of lace that she can stand to wear. Locking the door behind her, she does not retire to bed. Instead, her tired, dispassionate mien melts into a joyous, eager smile as she throws herself into the arms of the man who waits there for her, gasping softly as he steals her breath with a fierce kiss. Abandoning decorum and station, she gladly drops to her knees, caring not how crumpled her dress becomes in the process, and loses herself in servitude.

Here, she belongs to him. The weight on her shoulders lifts as she debases herself, pushing aside all thoughts of business and state and leaving only joyous, blissful submission in its place. Body and heart alike she surrenders, her lustful moans echoing happily through her tower as he twists her into ecstatic arches and tangles, and has his way with her roughly, thoroughly and with relish.

For that hour before she sleeps, she is no queen, no regent. She is only a woman - nay, a whore - and nothing could make her happier. When she finally collapses in a sweaty, naked pile on her bed, grinning and splattered with more seed than it seems one man should be able to produce, she feels - at least for a moment - like her heart is soaring, carefree and at peace.

Kinks: gentle domination, eager submission. Dresses and costumes, clothed sex and clothing damage, lingerie. Cum, and lots of it. Sweetness, affection and lots of gentle touching (face/mouth, hands, hair) tempered by roughness. A little moral degeneration, just as a treat. Toys, maybe a little light bondage, may or may not include magic.

Limits: real cruelty, serious pain, NTR/cheating stuff, bathroom/animal/similar, anal emphasis.

Your character: up in the air, bring your own! It's a fantasy world so half-human or other humanoids are welcome. Refs okay but not required - please no AI if you do.

My character: also up for discussion, but the general idea is that the Queen Regent very much enjoys submitting to someone who falls below her on the social ladder. I imagined a knight or guardsman, but he could easily be a court mage, an apprentice, a butler type, or any number of off-the-wall options.

I'm trying not to write too much, as I already have a lengthy profile pinned to my, uh, profile. Drop me a line if you have questions and/or a character that you think would fit this.