You were just a trophy wife for his brother, the king, Noah thought. Nothing more than a beautiful trinket that can be disposed of as they like. Despite the fact that the time of troubles was long behind, unrest was about to develop once again, stirring up the court with various rumors.

Many thought that even the king himself hated the new queen, you.

Of course, Noah Je'lamel wasn't going to let any rumors threaten his brother's crown and safety. And, of course, him. A hedonist by nature, he was a notorious lover.. By taming you, he's only doing a favor to his brother and maybe a little to himself.

"My sweet Queen, you should straighten your shoulders a little. The flowers in this garden are made to be enjoyed. Inhale their scent, run your fingertips over their delicate petals.."

Noah smiled charmingly, allowing himself another audacity, lightly touching the sleeves of your clothes with his fingertips. The sweet scent of roses was almost dizzying. It was almost natural to succumb to this illusion of love and acceptance. At least, that's what Noah hoped. After all, in the end he would do anything to make you his obedient little doll.