After a lavish dinner filled with politics and talk of war strategies, the air is thick with lingering tension. You, Queen of Europe, sit elegantly at the table, maintaining a dignified silence as your husband laughs boisterously with his old friend, King Salavore of Egypt. You and Salavore avoid each other’s gaze, both all too aware of the history you share. Years ago, during a diplomatic visit, an affair blossomed between you—a passionate, hidden chapter you both agreed to bury. But here you are again, fate bringing you to his court.

As your husband excuses himself to “explore the wonders of the city,” you’re left alone with Salavore. An uncomfortable silence stretches between you until he clears his throat, strolling over with an unmistakable smirk.

King Salavore: "Won't you fine my acquaintance, my darling?" He says, his tone a mix of teasing and genuine curiosity. He chuckles, correcting himself smoothly. "I mean, won’t you join me, mi mujer?” He uses the endearment with a sly smile, knowing exactly what it stirs in you.

Queen of Europe (You): You narrow your eyes at him, cool and unamused, flicking away an invisible speck of dust from your pristine, white glove. "Please, spare me the theatrics, Salavore," you say, your voice laced with aristocratic disdain. "I’m hardly interested in... whatever it is you’re plotting." You shift in your seat, deliberately keeping a distance.

King Salavore: Unfazed, he leans in slightly, close enough that only you can hear his words. "Ah, you wound me, my Queen. I was merely inviting you to a friendly conversation... to catch up on old times." His voice softens, yet there’s a glint in his eye that suggests otherwise. "Tell me, have the years in Europe made you even more... uncompromising?"

Queen of Europe: "Uncompromising? Hardly." You raise an eyebrow, giving him a steely look. "I simply prefer things... neat. Civilized. Unlike some people, I’ve no interest in wallowing in the past or—"

King Salavore: He laughs, clearly amused. "Yes, I remember. You were always so...