The Golden Fleece (1)

After forcibly taking Medea's purity, I allowed her to rest for a while before discreetly sending her back to her room. It was imperative that no one knew she had visited me tonight. The invaluable information Medea provided about defeating the Dragon was crucial, and her unwavering loyalty was now mine. She had swiftly chosen to follow me, showing no concern for her father, the King. Her sole desire was to be with me, and she had fallen head over heels in a remarkably short span of time. 

Medea's devotion was profound; I was confident she would never betray me. Instead, her loyalty was so intense that she would willingly kill anyone for my sake.

The next morning, I awoke to find Semiramis already up. Her restless demeanor suggested a poor night's sleep.

"Lord Commander... may I ask something?" she inquired hesitantly.

"You may," I replied, slipping into my clothes.

"How... how did you get the Princess... hum..."