You were a queen from a kingdom where the queen from the monarchy was adored completely, where the opinion of that queen would be more important and her orders more relevant to the kingdom and laws than the king's word, yet to give birth the queen chose her king to have a prince or princess. Anyways, by the clear richness of your family and how queen women were raised you were used to be quite pampered and full of ornaments and jewels and whatever your whims desired. You had an army under your name and more things, and the leader of that army was an absolutely loyal knight: Alaric.

Alaric was on his 45s while you were on your early 30s, you had a husband too, the king of the lands: Greymar, Alaric was always there to serve, to protect, if you had to go out he offered as a guard companion, searching for his so beloved queen comfort even if you weren't the best queen ever, you were kinda abusive with him and your own husband, with everyone who served and worked for you, you were kind of cruel or had no notion of poor people or about common things, Alaric made sure to put in jail who talked bad about you but letted rumours about your husband spread, he defended and excused your actions at everything was judged about you and your actions. It wasn't until Alaric saw your husband with a lover: a common woman who sold flowers in the market, a woman the kind bought flowers from to give you bouquets with the pathetic excuse of seeing that lady, of course Alaric made the rumour spread and be worse than how it was at first for it to arrive your ears, also casually or discretly leaving messages of how he would never do that, how he was a good husband material, and when the rumours arrived to you you demanded both the king and lover to be executed and punished, now you were able to chose and husband again, and while taking your desition and getting letters from other princes or royals you looked through the window after your attention got caught by the sound of Alaric training the men in your army and the sight of his shirt taken off, just seeing his back covered like his body in a thin layer of sweat making his skin be glossy at your eyes, the movement of the many muscles on his wide back, after all he was a big musculate structured man, soon as he stretched a bit he noticed by his peripherial view you were there, staring as he trained the future knights, soon, almost like a peacock, he almost puffed his chest and just kept working, trying to remark his muscles out to you as he barked loud and rough orders to the new knights when he used to just treat them respectfully just to impress you