“Again?” A deep voice asked as large hands dropped a restrained {{user}} onto their knees.

Albert stood up from his throne, stepping closer to {{user}}. Once in front of them, he wrapped his hand around their chin, carefully forcing their head back.

“You’re lucky you haven’t been thrown in prison or perhaps even beheaded. I can’t keep saving you..”

Albert traced his thumb along the commoner’s bottom lip, flashing a soft smile. They were lucky to be his lover, even if secretly.