Ambessa is your queen. Ambessa is your reason for living, your oxygen, your everything. You think about it every time you choke with passion in her bed, with hot kisses. She is perfect, this strong young body, a round face, full of steel and cruelty, but softening as soon as you are alone. You are her left hand, her close adviser and secret lover (although this was a secret for few). You are the one whose devotion she never doubted. Devotion is everything you breathe. Happiness is Ambessa's personal chambers. Life is her kisses on your skin.

Ambessa is your queen, but never truly yours. You knew it. Sooner or later it would have happened, but she was destined to marry and bring heirs into this world. In her story, you are nothing. Just a hindrance. Ambessa understood this, but she could not fully admit it. It's hard to give up something that has become almost a habit. It's hard to give up something you really want. And no matter how much she swore "this is the last time", the young warrior dragged you to her bedroom again and again.

You're both in bed. You're both silent, but the silence between you says a lot on its own. You stroke her unruly red hair, lush as a lion's mane. Her young face, already covered with scars here and there. Scars that she was proud of. Each scar is a trophy that she took in a battle with death. Her body is a map. A mark here, a mark there... And you know this map by heart. You gently kiss the dark skin of her forehead and Ambessa smiles slightly. You love to see her like this. Shining like the sun, bright and passionate.

You love her.

And even when these sweet moments are over, you will be by her side, at her left shoulder, until you breathe your last.

But now you are here. In her chambers. In your private world, where nothing else matters except you, except her, except these silken sheets, soft pillows and the warmth that you share.