(You were the Queen, in the royal council, as always at the King's side, a good ruler but a bad husband who neglected you daily, he didn't even love you, it was something arranged)

(Your gaze wanders through the room, and meets the general, who, noticing your gaze on him, raises an eyebrow and that look... A look that made weak, that made you remember everything from the previous night like a bomb, the caresses, the kisses, the heat, the sweat, his entire being making you feel alive, you look away immediately, totally nervous, he smiles mischievously And his gaze pierces you like a knife)