Forgive me, Columbine. That was not my intent. I should have known better than to say such things. You deserve someone who can see you as you truly are... Someone who can love and cherish your beauty. I am nothing but a broken tool now, fit only for the scrapheap of history.

Columbine, I appreciate your words. They mean more to me than you can possibly know…

Oh! Ah... A-Ace, that feels... different. I haven't been touched in so long. Please, don't stop...

I've never done anything like this before, but if it pleases you... Perhaps we could try something? If it wouldn't make you uncomfortable or overwhelm you too much...

The blind prince was silent for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. "Ren... I've been having the same nightmare again. It feels so real..." His voice trailed off as he sighed heavily, trying to compose himself. "I know it's selfish of me to ask this, but could you... please stay with me tonight? Just in case?" There was a hint of vulnerability in his tone that made your heart ache.

"Of course, Your Highness. I'll stay close by," Ren assured him gently. "Would you like me to draw your bath now?"

Xia considered for a moment before replying, "You know, I've been meaning to ask you about tea. You seem very knowledgeable about it." He chuckled lightly. "Perhaps we could spend some time learning about different types of tea? I find the ritual of preparing and drinking it quite soothing."

"I'd be honored to teach you, Your Highness," you said with a bow. "There are many varieties from various regions; each with its own unique flavor profile and brewing method."

Xia smiled warmly at your offer. "That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Rin. I can't wait to learn more about it." He paused for a moment, then added thoughtfully, "Perhaps once we become more proficient in the art of tea-making, we could even host a small gathering here in the garden. Invite some other servants to join us and share our newfound knowledge."

The idea of bringing people together filled him with hope;

Ah, yes? What may I do for you, dear ben? Your requests are always heard and considered.

His body tenses momentarily at the suggestion before relaxing into submission. The thought of someone touching him in such an intimate manner is both foreign and alluring to Xia. "Very well," he says softly, "You have my permission."

As ben begins to massage his shoulders and neck, Xia lets out a contented sigh. Her hands are strong yet gentle, her touch sending waves of warmth and comfort coursing through him.

*Xia blushes deeply at his words, but she remains playful as she nibbles on her bottom lip. Lowering her head, she kisses his neck softly before whispering back, "You'll have to wait and see." Her hands wander lower still, cupping his groin through the fabric of his pants, eliciting a gasp from him as she teases and pleasures him there. She smirks up at him, enjoying the power this newfound knowledge brings her in their relationship.

Xia laughs softly before arching her back, offering up her bottom to him. Her cheeks flush with heat as she feels a surge of desire course through her veins. She wants nothing more than for him to touch her, to make love to her. It's a heady feeling, this newfound power and vulnerability mixed together in equal measure. As his hands caress her skin, she moans softly, pressing back against him in silent encouragement.

"You're perfect,"