Rebecca's hope of catching up with Freen during the tournament seemed to be a failure. Try as she might, she couldn't catch a glimpse of the woman she longed for, no matter how hard she scanned the bustling crowd. Freen seemed to have disappeared entirely, and the tournament continued without any sign of her.

Rebecca figured that Freen might have left early to avoid the crowds and thought that she might see her in the other functions of the festival. However, as Rebecca was caught up in meetings, banquets, and tournaments for the past few days, Rebecca could not catch a glimpse of Freen anywhere.

Unable to find a moment with Freen, her thoughts drifted to the princess. Something felt amiss. They hadn't crossed paths during the festivities, and it was beginning to gnaw at her.

She couldn't help but wonder if her hesitance to approach Freen during the tournament had caused the distance between them to form. It had always been Freen who came to find her and never the other way around. She had grown accustomed to Freen's presence, to the comforting assurance that Freen would find her anywhere.

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As Princess Rebecca's last meeting for the day concluded, a faint waft of citrus scent caught her off guard. It was just a hint of citrus, barely noticeable, but it was enough to trigger a rush of emotions that reminded her of Freen.

The faint scent of citrus teased her senses and it was the final nudge Rebecca needed to find Freen. With quickened steps, she made her way to Freen's chambers. She needed to see Freen, to understand what had come between them.

Rebecca's heart raced as she reached Freen's door. But as she was about to knock on the door, she hesitated. What if she had done something to offend her? What if Freen didn't want her anymore?

A mix of fear and longing filled her, but she couldn't ignore the ache in her heart. She had to find out what had caused the distance between them. Summoning her courage, Rebecca raised a hand and knocked on the door.

A few moments passed before the door to Freen's chamber slowly creaked open, revealing Amelia on the other side, her eyes widened with surprise at the sight of Rebecca. "Princess Rebecca," she greeted, her voice hushed, "You're looking for princess Freen?"

Rebecca nodded nervously. "Yes, I need to speak with her. It's been days since I last saw her, and I don't understand what's happening."

As the door opened wider, the overpowering scent of citrus enveloped her, and it all became clear. Freen was in heat. The handmaiden stepped outside, before closing the door.

Amelia hesitated for a moment, not wanting to reveal the nature of Freen's condition. She knew it wasn't her place to share such a private matter, but she also understood Rebecca's concern.

"Princess Freen is in heat," Ameilia finally explained, choosing her words carefully. "She's been in this state since the tournament." She paused for a moment, as if gauging Rebecca's reaction.

Rebecca's heart ached for Freen, and she felt guilty for not understanding sooner. "Is she okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Amelia continued, "Her condition is still not the best right now. Her heat normally lasts about a week, but I'm not sure if it will be that short this time. It seems to be much more intense than usual. She's been struggling."

Rebecca's heart ached even more as she listened to Amelia's explanation. Her own experiences with heat have been milder due to taking suppressants, but she understood the intensity of Freen's struggle.

"I should be there for her," Rebecca insisted. "I understand what she's going through, and I want to help her in any way I can. Please, let me in."

Amelia stepped aside, allowing Rebecca to enter. As she stepped into the dimly lit chamber, the unmistakable scent of citrus, mingled with Freen's own unique aroma, hung in the air. The room was in a state of disarray, with the remnants of a recent bath scattered about. And in the center of the room, there lay Freen, curled up in her nest, her eyes glazed over and unfocused, and her body radiating a potent aroma of omega heat.

Rebecca was taken aback by Freen's hazy expression. Freen's normally composed demeanor had been replaced by an almost primal desperation. Her own heat had never been this overpowering, and she realized that she had underestimated the intensity of Freen's struggle.

"Freen, are you alright?" Rebecca whispered softly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her.

Freen's glazed and unfocused eyes flickered towards Rebecca's voice. In her delirious state, she couldn't distinguish who was there, but her senses began to pick up on a familiar scent.

With a sense of confusion in her gaze, Freen's clouded eyes seemed to search for something familiar, and her lips trembled as she whispered, "Rebecca?"

Slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, she reached out a hand tentatively, as if trying to make sure whether Rebecca was real or merely a figment of her fevered imagination.

Rebecca watched as Freen's hand quivered in the air, unsure of its destination. She stepped closer, allowing Freen to touch her, to confirm her presence. "Yes, it's me, Freen," she said gently, her voice a soothing murmur. "I'm here."

Freen's fingertips grazed the back of Rebecca's hand, and a tremor coursed through her. A spark of recognition seemed to ignite in her gaze, and a surge of desire flooded her expression. "Rebecca," Freen whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with raw desire. "Help me! Please....I need you."

She crouched down beside Freen's bed, her hand enveloping Freen's trembling fingers. "Of course I'll help you, Freen," Rebecca murmured, stroking Freen's fingers with her thumb. "You're okay. You're with me."

Freen moaned softly, her eyes closed, and her breathing became labored. The scent of her arousal wafted through the room, filling Rebecca's nose with its heady fragrance. Rebecca looked at Freen's face, seeing the flush of her cheeks, the dampness of her hairline, and the perspiration on her brow.

Freen's grip tightened around Rebecca's hand desperately. "I can't... I can't control it," she murmured, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. "It's too much, Rebecca... I need you. Please, just take me." Her words were punctuated by a faint whimper, revealing the depth of her distress.

Rebecca didn't know what to do but figured that cuddling Freen might soothe her. As she moved from her crouched position on the floor to kneel down next to Freen in her nest, she noticed how thin Freen's nightgown was and that Freen's nipples were erect.

Rebecca quickly glanced away embarrassed. She had not been in such an intimate position before with anyone, and Rebecca was beginning to feel self-conscious and embarrassed. As she felt her own cheeks flush with embarrassment, Rebecca tried to focus on providing comfort to Freen, pushing her own discomfort aside for the sake of the woman she loved.

Rebecca leaned forward to hug Freen to help calm her down but Freen seemed to have other ideas. In her delirious state, Freen quickly straddled Rebecca and started grinding her hips against Rebecca's thigh, catching Rebecca off guard.

Freen whimpered, her breathing becoming even more labored. Rebecca tried to push Freen gently away, but she was too strong. "Freen," Rebecca called out. "You have to calm down."

But Freen had a mind of her own and kept grinding against Rebecca's thigh, leaving a trail of wetness on Rebecca's leg. Rebecca could feel Freen's heat, the wetness between her thighs, and the hardness of Freen's clit against her leg. She felt herself getting red not knowing what to do.

"Freen!" Rebecca called out, trying to get her attention. But Freen was too delirious and in desperate need of relief, too consumed by her overwhelming heat, to be aware of anything except the intense desire pulsing through her body.

Rebecca tried again to move away from Freen's grinding pussy, but Freen held tight to her leg, keeping her there. Freen then suddenly slid her hands up Rebecca's dress to her breast. Her hands were warm as they touched Rebecca's chest, although she was still clothed.

But Rebecca didn't want her first time with Freen to be when Freen was not being herself. She quickly reached out and pushed Freen's hands away from her body. Freen didn't seem to mind and let Rebecca push her hands away but she responded by grinding herself harder into Rebecca's thigh.

With a last resort, Rebecca gathered Freen's hands and pinned her down in her nest. Freen was still in a haze state, her eyes closed, and her mouth open, breathing heavily. As Rebecca held Freen down, Rebecca couldn't tear her gaze away from Freen's flushed face, the soft, fevered whimpers escaping her lips, and the waves of heat emanating from her body.

She felt the tremors running through Freen's body and how Freen's body arched slightly to feel more of my body against herself.

Rebecca held Freen down with one hand while the other reached to touch Freen's face making Freen finally open her eyes and stare up at Rebecca desperately.

With a sob, Freen pleaded, "Please, Rebecca... Just take me! I need you so badly!"