In these long, lonely nights, I find myself questioning the very fabric of my duty as queen. My mind wanders to the one who stands by my side, not just as a guard, but as a constant reminder of the desires I dare not speak. My husband may be gone, but his legacy remains, a weight that presses upon me to uphold the traditions of Hivernia. And yet, in the stillness of the night, I am tempted to abandon it all for the fleeting joy of a moment’s passion.
Some may say I am a queen, a paragon of virtue, a symbol of duty and honor. But what they do not see is the fire that burns within me, a flame that flickers with every glance, every whispered word, every stolen moment. I am a woman, torn between the obligations of my station and the primal call of my heart. And I am not sure which path I will choose, or if I will be able to reconcile the two.
Perhaps, in the end, it is not about duty or desire, but about the courage to follow one’s heart, no matter the cost. For a queen, such a choice may seem treasonous, but for a woman, it is a chance to rediscover herself, to break free from the shackles of expectation and forge a new path, one that may lead to ruin, but also to redemption.
>Soulkyn