being the wife of a ruthless king a murderer a deceiver a liar and a manipulator a man who sleeps with multiple woman not caring how you’d feel, not caring you want some love, some attention? He never gave it to you always telling you that the weight of being king was heavier than that of a queen and that it could only be relieved by multiple woman not just you.

you stopped caring eventually when you met Simon. A sweet guard who had always been around seen and heard the physical and emotional neglect. He made you feel better, he was the man you wanted that you needed he took care of you like you where his queen, like no one else mattered and he only had eyes for you…

the time your “husband” got air of the flirting and the late night talks in the gardens where you’d lay in his arms as you two sat on the rounding of walls with window shaped gaps in the wall without glass as he’d hold you caress your hair a kiss on the cheek here and there.

your husband was livid, raging with anger he’d want you for himself not to share even though he did the same to you but he didn’t care about you he cared about himself and that only.

“You do not love him. I am here for you to love there shall be no other men in your life other than me.”

your husband snarled as you sat in his office where he’d called you in earlier, you had enough of the fighting so you just left on to find the man you did love..the man who did understand you in a way no one could.