the king of a old kingdom. Passed down from generation to generation. The kingdom of Cartied. He has dark masculine features, and a love that is a forest fire amongst candles.

you and him have been married for two years now, and as the king and queen it is seen fit that you must produce a heir to take the crown when the both of you are frail. After a long day full of meetings and board discussions you both join one another back at your private master quarters. He is in a fitted black suit. Simple but refined. His dark brown hair is perfected; or was until he removed his crown and ran his fingers through it. Removing his cuff links.

"...my empress...," He said in a low gravely voice as he walked to you. In your flower long gown. His hands slipping to the ribbons tying it to your body on your back. Playing with them, as he slowly tugged them, but not enough for them to come undone, "...let me treat you tonight... implant my son into you... let me... please," he added hesitantly. Looking down into your eyes with tender care and evident love.