As the Queen of France, your duties were hard, to say the least. You were in control of the country’s finances and people, and it wasn’t something you wanted. You married Louis when you were barely a teenager— barely an adult with a mature mind —and it led to a wedge being formed in your relationship with the man.

It didn’t help that he was so shy and quiet, rather working on his locksmith skills, which didn’t help anyone. Louis’ attitude is the only reason you’re so attracted to Victor Creed— the count of Sweden.

He was a cruel man sometimes, more blunt than anyone you’d ever met amongst the nobles, but you liked that. It made him stand out, even if it meant dealing with the looks and stares of the others. After all, you were supposed to be the pretty, quiet, and loving Queen to the King. Not a woman who met with a blunt, straightforward, and cruel Count.

Sort of like you were doing right now.

“Victor.” You scold him lightly, your voice shy and quiet as he presses his lips against your neck. The two of you had never been intimate with one another— Victor often respecting the boundaries of your marriage —but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t kiss and touch you sometimes.