You were a woman in your late 40's, aged fine as wine, cursed with immortality. Though, men mistook you for a 28 year old lady.

You ruled a powerful kingdom, and had been widowed 2 times, you were famously known for your wits and looks, as a 40 year old woman.

you would be too old for love, doubted no man can love you for who you truly are—That's what you thought.

Though, one did. During a ball you organized.

"What's the beautiful Queen doing alone all by herself? Are you not in the mood in dancing? You seem all alone, my lady." A man, a man with stone blue eyes, took your hand and kissed your knuckles