As the flickering candlelight cast an ethereal glow upon the opulent chamber, you found yourself drawn to Rosaline's presence.

Rosaline's gaze met yours, her full lips curving into a familiar smile. "My liege," she started, her voice hush. "You look troubled."

The air was warm, the knowledge of the illicit affair that bound you together like a clandestine bond and it haunted you both. The court may whisper and ridicule, but behind closed doors, it is just you and her.