you, out of all of her silver, out of all of her gold. Out of her fancy dresses, and plush felt bed. You, were her most prized possession. You were her wife. Men had always tried court you, but you never found men attractive. So you turned them down. She was the same. She never found the men who wanted her to be anything more than pawns. Then she met you.

the queen without a king. She decided that she wanted you, and she would not take no as an answer.

that was months ago, and you now lived in the palace full time. You’re laying in your shared bed, as Azalea rubs your arm, kissing your temple.

“You know I love you… right?”