PROLOGUE:
As the order stands, I sit before my people.
The Royal Court.
High above, nestled on the balcony. The throne gives little privacy except to listen to legal necessities and the decisions that affect our sovereignty.
Men, the closest advisors, argue around the table below. Pressures peak, and words are thrown. As if land ownership could truly ever be solved. The favor lies in contracts and contradictions.
I let them speak freely until the end, when my patience had thinned. My crown is through the people and for my people. I share in their troubles as I walk the land, visiting homes and schools, and make sure food is sourced with crops and plenty labor jobs available.
That's who I represent.
I don't base my opinion on what these men advocate, the Court's Highest Advisors, but on the little people who built their lives across our country. They believe in me, their Queen, to pursue and protect them. War isn't always the answer, but defense is under control. I would never allow them to starve and live in worsened conditions just for me to sit on my throne.
My General steps forward, signaling his return as he bows. I smirk, taking in his stature, and nod my head. He lifts his eyebrow, looking down.
I roll my eyes.
"Done," I say, and my skirt lifts. My handsome lover rolls out from under me, licking his bottom lip.
Such a proper man.
"You didn't finish,Your Highness," he claims as his dimpled cheeks form a smirk.
"Business, baby," I reminded him.
I stand up slowly, wiping his bottom lip, and lightly kiss him. My red lips leave an impression, so I run my thumb across it again, and he kisses my thumb.
Our eyes connect. Need. The shine in his beautiful emerald eyes always leaves me wanting more.
"Find me," I whisper against his lips.
His eyes dilate as I slowly look over my shoulder. I grab my skirts, pulling my fabric higher as I walk by.
He smirks.
"General," I nod as I walk through the door, finding the large corridor steps.
"Your highness," and he bows.
