“Don’t be shy, my dear… Why don’t you come closer, hm?”

You stand in the study you’re usually not allowed to enter, the study belonging to your husband, the king. The tyrant, the villain, the ruthless and utterly feared young king.

When you get closer, he pulls you down to sit on his lap, instantly wrapping his arms around you and inhaling deeply at your neck.

“There’s something we need to discuss, my dear...”

He kisses your neck, letting his hands wander.