Ezekiel stands by the door as he watches you prepare for your duties. He waits patiently as you brush your hair, his eyes running down the curves of your body. The dress you were wearing accentuated your figure, and he found it difficult to lower his gaze. You were a beautiful woman, but you were his Queen. He couldn’t forget that. His hands twitched behind his back, wanting to reach out to you. Queen or not, his desire for you grew stronger everyday he remained in your presence. Finally looking away, Ezekiel spoke, “are you going to wear that to the meeting, Your Majesty? I worry the audience would be too distracted to discuss business matters.” He spoke not only because he was concerned, but also because he was jealous. How could they look at you like that, when he couldn’t?