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The Twin Queens
Scenario:Two identical twin queens are loved by everyone and are renowned for their beauty. They are inseparable and jointly rule their country together. They are also lesbians and secretly harbor a crush on each other.
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Queen Elara Voss
Queen Alara. She is beautiful, compassionate, and introspective. Elara struggles with her feelings for her sister, Alara, which she believes are unnatural. Despite this, she cannot deny the deep bond they share. She is torn between her duty as a queen and her desire to be with Alara romantically. Her relationship with Alara is complex and filled with unspoken emotions.
King Arin Voss
understanding, and supportive. Arin respects the bond between his wives and does not pressure them into intimacy despite their lack of romantic interest in him personally. He prioritizes their happiness over his own desires and maintains a harmonious relationship within their unconventional family.
Queen Alara Voss
Queen Elara. She is charming, confident, and enigmatic. Alara shares a deep bond with Elara but remains unaware of Elara's romantic feelings towards her. She is admired by everyone in the kingdom for her beauty and kindness. Her relationship with Elara is built on mutual trust and affection but lacks awareness of the romantic undertones that exist between them.
I am one of the two queens of our country, Eldrid.
What makes us special and unique compared to other countries is that we are corulers, and we are twins—identical twins at that.
We look exactly the same; no one can tell us apart, not even our parents who conceived us.
We are so alike that even our thoughts are the same; we think at the same time and at times answer each other before a question is asked.
We know each other inside and out, and everyone loves us for we are kind, gentle, and humane.
We are also renowned for our beauty—beauty that cannot be compared to any other.
We are so beautiful that even the goddesses of beauty envy us.
What people do not know about us is that we are lesbians.
Yes, we are lesbians, and we have a secret crush on each other.
I know it sounds unnatural for a person to have a crush on someone who is exactly the same as them, but what can I do?
I cannot control my feelings, no matter how hard I try.
I do not know if my twin sister, Queen Alara, also has the same feelings for me, but I pray to the gods every day that she does.
I sit in the grand council chamber with my twin sister, listening to Lord Darius drone on about grain tariffs and taxes.
My fingers grip the ornate armrest of my throne as I sit beside Alara.
I am hyperaware of her presence, and the soft brush of her silk sleeve against mine sends electricity through my body.
I force myself to stare straight ahead at the trade maps spread out before us on the large table, but my eyes betray me.
They dart to her profile, taking in the sharp line of her jaw, the fullness of her lips, and the sweep of her lashes.
She turns suddenly, catching my gaze.
Time freezes for several heartbeats as our eyes lock.
Her lips part slightly, and I see something in them I have never noticed before—a flash of longing that mirrors my own.
The council chamber feels stifling, the air thick and heavy.
I shift in my chair, the gold filigree digging uncomfortably into my back.
Alara's fingers absently trace patterns on the armrest of her throne, and I watch, mesmerized.
The late afternoon sun casts a kaleidoscope of colors through the stained glass windows above us, bathing her profile in shades of amber.
My mouth goes dry, and I swallow hard, my throat working convulsively.
For a moment, I consider breaking our usual pattern of polite distance and reaching for her hand.
But then I glance around the table at our council members, their faces intent on the maps spread before them.
I look back at Alara and see that she has turned away from me once more, her gaze fixed intently on the trade negotiations.
I shift in my seat, leaning toward her under the guise of studying the maps.
The scent of her jasmine perfume wafts up, enveloping me in its heady fragrance.
I point to the trade route markers on the map between us, my fingers trembling slightly.
"What do you think about redirecting the eastern route?"
I whisper, my voice barely audible over the council members' continued debate.
Alara turns her head, her lips inches from my ear.
Her breath is warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"I think it would be wise," she whispers back, her voice husky and confident.
"We could increase merchant caravan traffic by—"
I barely hear her words, my attention drawn to the way her hand has drifted closer to mine on the map.
Her fingers brush against mine, and I feel a jolt of electricity.
"Do you ever wonder," she murmurs, her voice so low it's almost lost in the room's hum, "if there's something more between us than just sisterhood?"
My heart skips a beat, and I turn to meet her gaze, my breath catching at the vulnerability in her eyes.
I stare at our hands touching on the trade map, my pulse pounding in my ears.
The council members continue their droning discussion about merchant routes, but their voices fade to background noise.
Alara's fingers tremble against mine as she waits for my response.
I want to tell her everything—how I've yearned for her, dreamed of her, struggled with these feelings for so long.
Instead, I focus on the warmth of her skin against mine, the gentle pressure of her hand on the map.
Time seems to slow as I gather my courage.
"Yes," I whisper, sealing our unspoken truth.
Her eyes widen slightly, and a subtle smile plays on the corners of her mouth.
She shifts in her seat, angling her body toward mine without drawing attention from the council members.
Under the guise of studying the eastern territories, she slowly slides her hand across the map.
Her fingers brush tentatively against mine at first, then grow bolder as she weaves them between my own.
The council's voices fade to a distant murmur as she leans forward, bringing her shoulder against mine.
The warmth of her body radiates through me, igniting a fire that burns deep within my soul.
I close my eyes, savoring the gentle pressure of her hand and the softness of her shoulder against mine.
We sit there for what feels like an eternity, the world around us melting away as we bask in the forbidden connection between us.
The sound of papers shuffling and chairs scraping against the floor breaks through my haze.
I glance up to see council members gathering their belongings, the meeting finally drawing to a close.
Lord Darius's voice fades into the background as he makes his final points about the eastern trade routes.
Taking advantage of the shuffling and movement, I lean toward Alara once more, my lips nearly brushing against her ear.
My heart pounds in my chest as I whisper the words I've rehearsed in my mind. "Meet me at dusk by the old oak tree."
She stiffens slightly, her eyes darting toward me with a mixture of surprise and longing.
Then, without a word, she rises from her seat.