The room remained in a silent war.

Or almost silent.

Scarlet was still sitting firmly on Strax's lap, as if defending her territory. Her arms were around his neck, her body pressed against his—a clear, direct, admittedly provocative posture.

And the egg…

The egg looked like it was about to explode.

The shell pulsed with bluish light at irregular intervals, as if the creature inside was struggling, kicking, demanding attention.

Or rather, demanding that Scarlet get out.

The floor vibrated slightly.

Strax sighed, massaging his eyebrow with his thumb while keeping his other hand firmly on his wife's waist so she wouldn't slip.

"…Okay. This is going too far," he murmured, watching the egg tremble like a possessive drum. "That little guy in there definitely has consciousness. It hasn't even hatched yet and it's already reacting to its environment. This is… very strange."

Scarlet snorted, twirling slightly in his lap just to tease—both the egg and her husband.

"Strange nothing. It's unbearable. A dramatic, icy pest."

The egg trembled so violently that the light flickered like trapped thunder.

Strax raised an eyebrow.

"Honey… you're taking a fight with an egg very seriously."

She turned her face slowly toward him, half-closing her eyes.

"Yes. I am."

"You're jealous of an egg."

"Yes. I am."

Strax blinked.

"…You're admitting it?"

"Strax, my love"—she brought her face closer to his, almost touching her lips to his just to irritate the egg—"I'm even jealous of the air you breathe."

The egg gave a SHOCK of light, as if screaming: "Then stop breathing its air!!!"

Strax stifled a laugh, resting his forehead against hers.

"Scarlet… you can't be jealous of the air."

"Yes, I can. The air touches you."

"…That's physically impossible to avoid."

"That's your problem."

The egg responded with a jolt that nearly overturned the entire nest.

Scarlet, without getting off his lap for a second, turned to the shell with a feline, sharp, and dangerously provocative look.

"And you in there…" she pointed, slowly, dramatically, authoritatively. "Stop acting like you have some right. You haven't even been born yet."

The egg gave another jolt.

"I'm not kidding," Scarlet continued, crossing her legs around Strax's waist just to reinforce her point. "I'm the one in charge here. I was his wife before you existed, you frustrated little rock."

The blue pulse tightened.

Strax let out a sigh of pure defeat.

"Scarlet… this is ridiculous."

"It's ridiculous that this egg thinks it can compete with me."

The egg vibrated, like a muffled growl.

"Look at this!" Scarlet raised her hands. "It hasn't even hatched yet and it already wants to take my place. Are you sure there isn't a little bitch in there?"

Strax coughed, trying to maintain some dignity.

"Honey… don't call the unborn being a bitch."

"Then let it stay in its corner and stop kicking and screaming."

The egg trembled even more, now emitting waves of angry cold through the room.

Strax sighed deeply, resting his head on her shoulder.

"I never imagined I'd say this… but I think you two really don't get along."

"Great. Because I'm not going to lose to a stubborn egg."

The egg gave another jolt—stubborn, indignant, possessive.

Scarlet, with a smile of pure provocation, sank even deeper into Strax's lap as if reaffirming her throne.

"Keep squirming in there," she said in a soft… but venomous voice. "Because I'm not leaving."

Strax shook his head, chuckling softly despite the chaos.

"I have a very strong feeling," he said, looking from Scarlet to the egg, "that when this hatches… it's going to be complicated."

Scarlet clicked her tongue, tilting her chin. "You're right, you'd better start educating it."

Scarlet smiled at Strax, still sitting in his lap. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I know exactly how to handle this." Then she stood up, slowly dragging her hands across his shoulders as she lowered herself.

Strax raised an eyebrow, confused and intrigued by the determined expression on her face. "What are you going to do?"

Scarlet pointed to the trembling egg with her chin, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Educate that little guy over there."

She stepped forward and took Strax's semi-erect member, pulling it out. With a graceful movement, she knelt before him, holding his cock right in front of the egg.

"MINE," she said clearly, looking into his bright blue eyes. "You understand, don't you? This cock is mine. Now and forever. So don't you dare think about challenging my position as your queen."

Strax blinked at her, completely surprised. "Honey, what are you...?"

Scarlet silenced him with a look and, without breaking eye contact with the egg, she slid her lips around the head of Strax's cock. She sucked slowly, sensually, keeping her eyes fixed on the throbbing shell.

The egg seemed to vibrate louder, the lights flashing wildly as if it were in shock.

Scarlet took more of Strax into her mouth, swallowing it to the back of her throat while caressing his balls. Her movements were slow and provocative, each designed to make it clear who the real owner of that cock was.

The egg continued to tremble, but now the lights seemed more frantic, almost... excited? As if it were reacting to Scarlet's display of power.

Strax let out a low groan, his hips moving slightly to meet her lips. "Fuck, Scarlet..." he breathed. "This is... you are...?"

Scarlet just smiled around his cock, her eyes shining with pure satisfaction. She released Strax with a wet pop and turned to the egg.

"There, that was just a taste of what I can do. This man is mine. So don't even think about challenging me for a second."

The egg seemed to give one last shake before settling, the lights calming to a steady glow.

Scarlet stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She returned to Strax's lap, snuggling against him with a satisfied smile. "I think we learned our lesson today, didn't we?"

Strax wrapped his arms around her, still a little stunned by everything he had just witnessed. "I... I don't know if he really understood..."

"Oh, I'm sure he does," Scarlet said with a purr. "He knows exactly where he belongs now. Doesn't he, our son?"

The egg seemed to glow softly, almost as if agreeing.

…

Mercedes sat on the ice throne, back straight, posture impeccable…

And dark circles under her eyes deep enough to be mistaken for permanent shadows.

She drummed her fingers on the arm of the throne, breathing deeply and mentally preparing herself not to freak out, not to explode, and not to freeze anyone that day.

The door opened.

Strax entered, calm as always, as if he hadn't been responsible for her entire miserable night.

Mercedes looked up.

And immediately wanted to die—or kill him, she still didn't know which option was more appropriate.

Strax approached with his hands behind his head, relaxed, smiling with that irritating serenity that only he could muster even after a… noisy night.

"So, Queen," he said casually, "you asked to see me?"

Mercedes inhaled, clenching her jaw to keep her expression from crumbling.

"Strax."

"Mercedes."

"How long… have you been planning to stay here?"

He frowned innocently.

"Well… I thought I'd use this trip as an impromptu honeymoon. So, maybe… a little longer?"

Mercedes blinked.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Because the sentence hit right in the center of her recent trauma.

"…a little longer," she repeated, her voice almost failing from the unfortunate combination of physical exhaustion and emotional shame.

Strax nodded happily.

"Yes. It's been great here. The weather is refreshing, Scarlet loves the view." Mercedes raised her hand, interrupting. "Please… don't mention that woman now."

He tilted his head.

"…Why?"

She took a deep breath. Very deep. So deep she could have sucked all the cold air out of the room.

"Strax." Her voice trembled. She tried to disguise it by straightening her posture. It didn't work. "I… haven't slept in six days." Strax blinked.

"…because of the cold?"

Mercedes froze.

And then she exploded, but in a civilized whisper—the kind of desperation only an exhausted monarch could express:

"BECAUSE I HEAR YOU!"

The echo bounced off the walls.

Strax opened his mouth slightly.

"…ah."

Mercedes put her hands to her face, trying to force her dignity back into her body.

"Ah?" she repeated, her voice tense. "Ah?! Is that all you have to say?"

Strax scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed.

"Well… I warned you I was going to use this as a honeymoon…"

Mercedes stared at him as if he were the personification of all the chaos in her life.

"Strax, your 'honeymoon moments' vibrate throughout the entire palace."

He coughed, looking away.

"Yeah. Scarlet gets… excited."

"I noticed."

Silence.

Awkward.

Mercedes sighed, exhausted beyond bearability.

"I just want to know… when this is going to end."

Strax thought.

And, with his absurd frankness, he replied:

"It depends on Scarlet. She's been very affectionate lately."

Mercedes blushed instantly, as if she'd received a symbolic slap of shame.

"I DIDN'T need that information," she murmured, looking at the ceiling as if asking the ice gods for strength. "Damn it…"

Strax raised his hands in a gesture of peace.

"I'll reinforce the sound barrier today. I promise."

"Redo it, no…" she took a deep breath, too exhausted to be curt, "redo it… now."

Strax smiled. "You know, you look so cute when you try to hide that you're desperate."

Mercedes' eyes widened. Indignation took over.

"I am NOT— I AM NOT— DON'T CALL ME—"

But she was flushed to the core. And tired. Very tired.

Strax just laughed, amused. "Why don't you join us, dear queen?"

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