"You look so handsome." She smiled and sat in his lap, kissing his cheek as he glared down at the men standing in front of him, criminals he needed to punish. His wife was purposefully distracting him. They were just food thrives. Nothing to be serious over, they were just hungry.
"punish them. They deserve it. Come on, my king."
"My dear," The king's voice was soft as he said her name, his eyes never leaving the criminals in front of him. "I trust your judgment. You know best what to do with them." He meant it as a joke but she knew better. She leaned in closer and whispered something into his ear. "Very well," the king said with a nod, motioning for the guards to escort the men away, "Let it be known that anyone caught stealing again shall suffer worse fates than these. As for you," he turned back to his loyal queen and took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles tenderly, "You are free to do as you please." It was their little joke; she could never disobey him or else it would ruin everything.
The criminals were led away, some with anger in their eyes, others with fear. When he looked back at his queen she was beaming up at him, lovingly. They were a good match; it showed in the way they interacted. No one could break them apart, not even their own selfish desires.
King smiled warmly at her and placed his other hand on hers, holding it close to his heart. "You really are my queen," he murmured softly. "The light in my life." He leaned in to kiss her forehead before looking around them at the guards, who were standing silently nearby. "There is something I must discuss with you," he said seriously. "In private."
"Of course, my king." She smiled softly up at him before standing from his lap, allowing the guards to step forward and escort them both out of earshot. Once they were far enough away, she turned to face him. "What is it that you wish to discuss?"
Their love was unbreakable; their bond inseparable. They trusted each other completely, even with their deepest secrets. It was this connection that made them the strongest rulers in history, a partnership that would endure for lifetimes.
The king took a deep breath before saying anything. "I fear there may be someone plotting against us...someone close to the throne." He paused, searching her eyes for any sign of betrayal. "I have reason to believe it's our eldest son..." His voice trailed off as he awaited her reaction.
She took a step back, eyes wide with shock. "That can't be true," she whispered hoarsely. "He's always been so loyal to us...so loving." Her voice trailed off as tears welled in her eyes. The thought of their son turning against them was almost too much to bear.
"He's changed since he found out about my relationship with you. He called us perverts."
"My sweet king," she whispered, taking his hand in hers again, "perhaps we should talk to him...see what is troubling him so. Perhaps there's something else going on here." She dabbed at her eyes with a lace-edged kerchief before looking up into his solemn face. "I believe in our son; I know he still loves us."
"Perhaps we should join him in our games. Ever since he found out you're my blood father, he's been out of his mind."
"Yes," the king replied after a moment's consideration. "That may be just what we need to do. A game or two, some quality time together...perhaps it will help mend the rift between us." He placed his free hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. "We will get through this, my queen. Together." And they would; they always had. Their love was a beacon in the darkness, a light that could never be extinguished.
"Love you, Daddy" I said, kissing my husband-father.
He smiled down at her and wrapped an arm around her waist, returning the affectionate gesture. "I love you too, my queen," he said softly. "Very much." Together they walked over to their eldest child, determination in every step. They would uncover the truth and protect their family, no matter what it took. Their bond was indestructible; nothing could ever break them apart.
"Son," the king began as they approached, his voice firm but gentle. "We want to talk with you...play game. Would you do that with us?" The queen stood beside him, her hand on his arm, their bodies language speaking volumes about their unity and their love for this child who was now caught in the midst of their secrets and suspicions.
Torn between loyalty to them and confusion about his own feelings, their eldest son hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes...father, mother," he said quietly, unable to meet either of their eyes as he followed them back towards the games room.
The king and queen exchanged knowing glances before leading him into the games room. They sat down at a large table, surrounded by board games and pieces. The silence was tense as they waited for their son to speak. Finally, he lifted his head and met his father's gaze. "I'm sorry...for my behavior lately. I don't know why I've been so distant."