Morning golden light streamed through the open window, bathing the lavish chamber in a warm, hazy glow. It fell directly upon the young man sprawled comfortably across the massive bed.

His tousled black hair was a wild mess against the silk pillows, his face peaceful in deep slumber.

The cheerful chirping of birds drifted in from outside, soft and melodic.

At first, Amon remained lost in sleep. But the persistent sunlight warming his face soon made him frown. His brows twitched irritably. He turned onto his side, reaching blindly for something to pull over his head and block the light.

Instead, his hand met something warm, full, and impossibly soft.

He instinctively nuzzled closer, pressing his face into the yielding warmth.

A lush, pillowy softness enveloped his face. Two heavy, perfectly rounded pillows that molded gently around his cheeks and nose.

The pressure on his face from it was warm and silky-smooth against his skin. With every breath, he sank deeper into the plush valley between them, A delicate, intoxicating scent of sweet vanilla and warm skin filled his lungs.

"Hm~" he murmured contentedly, rubbing his face deeper into the heavenly softness. The plush mounds compressed and bounced back softly against his cheeks. The faint, rapid heartbeat beneath them thrumming lightly against his lips.

A cold, dangerously low voice suddenly whispered right beside his ear, laced with lethal promise.

"...Boy... if you don’t wake up right now... you’re dead."

Amon’s body jolted violently. His eyes flew open, vision still blurry. He lifted his head slightly only to freeze as he met a pair of piercing crimson eyes glaring at him with icy fury.

Even then, he remained trapped in the same compromising position.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face was mere inches from his, framed by strands of flowing, silky silver hair. Her cherry-red lips were pressed into a thin, ominous line.

With a dazed, confused expression, Amon mumbled hoarsely, "Y-Your Highness...? In my room...?"

Realization slammed into him like a thunderbolt.

His face was buried between her soft, hige breasts, the warm soft flesh cradling his cheeks.

His left arm was wrapped tightly around her slender waist, pulling her voluptuous body against his own.

For a few seconds, the entire room fell deathly silent.

Then, "Kyaaahh!!!"

A loud scream echoed through the room.

Amon immediately jumped back, scrambling away from her.

With a panicked expression, he stammered, "Oh goodness!!! What have I done?! Why am I with another woman like this?! No way... what happened?!"

He retreated to the corner of the bed, staring at her in shock.

His eyes darted around the room.

’I’m in her room... shit!!’

Celestia sat upright calmly and stretched her arms.

With a neutral expression, she said, "Hmm. You shouldn’t hug another woman like that, boy."

Amon immediately bowed his head down onto the bed. "I-I– I am very sorry! I apologize for my behavior, for my actions!"

"Please do not execute me!! I am still young! I still have to see the world!!" he pleaded dramatically.

Celestia watched him with a deadpan expression.

"Amon," she said calmly, "if I wanted to execute you... you would already be dead. So stop it. Before I really get pissed off."

Amon flinched and quickly sat upright. "Okay."

Celestia rubbed her forehead and ran her fingers through her hair.

With slight annoyance, she said, "I was just taking a small nap. It hasn’t even been thirty minutes since I tried to sleep, and you woke me up."

Amon blinked in confusion.

He glanced outside. The sun was already up.

Then he looked back at her. "Y-You didn’t sleep, Your Highness?"

She replied plainly, "Of course not. After hearing your experiences, how could I sleep? I was in the library, trying to find information related to what you told me. I came back in the morning."

Amon let out a relieved sigh.

’So I didn’t do anything wrong.’

"But... why am I sleeping here?" he asked hesitantly.

"You were drunk and fell asleep. So I threw you on the bed and went to the library," she answered casually.

"Oh... okay!!"

"Now go to your room and freshen up," she added, her tone turning strict. "Or do you want to do that here?" She was not joking or teasing him. Amon could feel she was not in good mood.

Amon laughed nervously. "Haha! I’ll go... thanks for yesterday, Your Highness..."

He got off the bed, smiling awkwardly.

But then he stopped.

Celestia raised a brow. "What happened?"

Amon scratched his cheek nervously. "Your Highness... if someone sees me coming out of your chamber... they might misunderstand and rumors could spread... you know... a young man staying in the Queen’s chamber all night... they might think the Queen has interest in men who were youn–"

Before he could finish.

Celestia vanished.

In an instant, she appeared beside him and grabbed him by his collar, lifting him effortlessly with one hand.

"I should have done this last night," she muttered coldly. "Why did I show you kindness?"

A portal suddenly formed in the middle of the room.

Amon panicked. "W-Wait!! Your Majesty!! Don’t throw me into an unknown portal! I have bad experience with unknown portals!!"

She ignored him completely.

And threw him inside.

The portal closed instantly.

Celestia let out a quiet breath. "Hah... what a troublesome boy." She could not believe jus how much of troublesome person that innocent man could become.

She walked back to her bed.

"Though he looked quite satisfied resting his face there between my breasts... like a child," she muttered faintly.

She pushed those thoughts aside and closed her eyes. Finally some time for her to rest.

---

Somewhere in the royal palace.

Space cracked open as a circular portal appeared in a corridor.

A young man was thrown out of it.

He was none other than Amon who was thrown inside the portal by queen. He rolled across the marble floor and quickly stood up.

The portal vanished as if it had never existed.

He stared at the empty space.

"Hah... I really am going through weird things," he muttered.