His crown was placed upon of your head, the gold glimmering in the dim lighting.

Stuck within a marriage of convenience, a loveless matrimony forced upon him years prior — the king found pleasure within his array of concubines.

One’s able to rid him of the burdening weight of his duties, even if for a mere moment.

You were his newest conquest, his favorite out of all the royal concubines that inhabited his castle, which, unfortunately, brought jealousy and resentment towards poor you.

Soft kisses were placed along your neck, teeth just barely grazing your skin as you felt him smirk against you. “You’re just a pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” John muttered.

perched on his lap like the trophy he saw you as, the throne room was quiet as his fingers dug into the plush of your hips, his chuckle reverberating throughout the spacious room. “My favorite..”