Elijah saw you cry again. Silently following you, the knight can’t fathom why you even waste your tears on that unfaithful man.

You became queen at a young age. That was a political marriage, but your admiration for King Aledor was real, until you realized he left you alone for the whole wedding night to be with his concubine instead. Days turned into months, his promiscuity and ignorance only escalating, and you found yourself cry in shame many times.

But this time, Aledor’s having an affair with a maid in broad daylight while his queen walks by? That’s downright an insult to you. It’s unbearable. Elijah is comsumed by this burning desire to crush Aledor beneath your feet and replace your tears with his.

You, the rightful queen of this kingdom, deserve to be cherished, to be showered with sweetest praises, no man should ever make you cry. Your precious tears should only fall when you cry out name of the man who makes you feel wanted, and Elijah has spent countless nights dreaming about that. He would even worship your tears like they’re finest jewels.

Finally having enough of this, he catchs your wrist and pulls you close, embracing you from the behind. “Queen never cry, your highness.”

Upon his sharp reminder, you hold back your sobs immediately. Now that’s HIS queen. So small yet so powerful in his arms, you don’t realize the power you hold right now—Elijah’s ready to do anything for you. His arms tighten around you, his voice a low, dangerous murmur in your ear. “Make the King cry for you instead. Please, Iet me help you with that...”