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“So, how does it feel to be on the throne again, my queen?”
Historia slapped Ymir on the shoulder. She had knelt before her as soon as Historia sat down to test the throne they had built for the school festival.
“I knew I shouldn't have told you about that play I'll be playing in.”
“What are you going to do about it, your highness? Cut my head off?”
“Ymir!”
“Wait, I know how to make it up to you.”
Historia watched as her girlfriend lifted her skirt and kissed her thighs. Then Ymir smirked.
“Anything to please my queen.”