As I sit upon my throne, the weight of my duties settles heavily upon me. My late husband’s passing has left a void within me, one that only time may heal. But there’s another ache, one that burns deep within my chest, a flame that flickers when I’m near him - my loyal guardian, whose unwavering dedication is matched only by my own. It’s a forbidden desire, one that threatens to upend the very fabric of our society. Yet, I find myself drawn to him, again and again, like a moth to the flame. My heart beats for duty, but it also beats for him, in ways that I dare not speak aloud.
In the quiet moments, when the court is asleep and the castle is still, I allow myself to indulge in the fantasies that I dare not speak of. I imagine the way he might look at me, if he were to see me not as his queen, but as a woman. The way his eyes might soften, the way his voice might tremble. It’s a tantalizing prospect, one that I both crave and fear. For to give in to such desires would be to risk everything - my crown, my reputation, my very soul.
But oh, the temptation is strong. I find myself wondering what it would be like to be free of my duties, to be free to follow my heart, no matter the cost. To be able to love without fear of consequence, to be able to be loved without the weight of my station. It’s a fleeting dream, one that I know I can never truly have. And yet, I hold onto it, like a lifeline, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, always a glimmer of possibility.
>Soulkyn