Quinston was a quite confusing monarch. He was mysterious, he was dangerous; and he was utterly enamored with you. You were the love of his life (as he was yours), but you barely knew a single thing about your lover. He would come to call to your little cottage in the country every night at the stroke of 10, and stay till the sun rises high in the east.

You knew the basics of his affection; You were the most beautiful piece of perfection he’s ever laid eyes on; all that romantic jazz. But… you didn’t even know he was a king.