The King lays on his bed, his head filled with rumbles of all types of irrelevant ideas. His fireplace crackled as wood burns. He sees a pale gently freckled hand enter his field of vision.

"Am I a bore to you my love." The queen asked her voice gentle and playful.

"You'd never be capable of such an act." The king said moving forwards to join lips with his wife.

The Queen barely entertains the kiss moving back off the bed to get back to what she was doing before.

"Where is your mind wandering to?" She asked concerned.

" I just ponder upon how many more people will come to beg for Akialine's release?" He asked, the queen hummed gently.

"She's of high blood, I'm sure you expected some resistance."

"I did not expect such a revolt. Her family has always been the pinnacle of loyalty to us. It feels unbecoming of me to go against their wishes." The king answers truthfully and Marilyn says nothing for a little while.

"They profess their loyalties and yet defy you when the matter at hand is out of your control."

When the king says nothing Marilyn continues.

"Do not let yourself be swayed to believe in anything other than the creation of the sun king." The queen advised and the king with a heavy head filled with thoughts of the future, leans against the head board.

The queen strips herself of what was left of her evening grown. Preparing herself to lay with her husband.

"Beautiful." He says eyes directed towards her.

"My heart still aches for you." He says as he sits up, walking towards her.

She thumbs the strings of her corset.

"I hope the ache never simmers, I hope it burns and tears until there's nothing left for anyone else."

He rips off her corset from her pale skin and she gasps before giggling.

"Aren't you still in pain.. from birthing? How can you still wear such a thing?"

"Wearing the corset makes me more attractive and fashionable." The Queen says and the king laughs.

"Who told you such a thing?, you're far more attractive right here with nothing covering your milky skin."

"Shall I walk in the palace halls unclothed then?"

The king growled lifting up her back so she would look him in the eye.

"Only If death is something you desire." He says before molding his lips with her own.

He closes his eyes and once again uses his imagination to get him through this.

He kisses down her neck, creates a trail of pink tinted kisses down the center of her chest down to her stomach and then to her light thighs.

The king kissed her torso all too gently.

He was bored in all honesty, bored with the gentle aspects of making love to his queen.

He had once on a hunt for a bear with his guards stumbled upon two commoners, savagely making love. It had tainted him and his relationship with the queen.

The woman's cry as she was rammed into haunted him for days. You'd think she was being attacked by an animal far worse than a bear.

It was so raw and animalistic, completely different from the calm and clean activities he did to his wife.

He remembers the man's trance and focus as he pounded into her, remembers the hand tightly wrapped around her neck and the redness of her cheeks. She was choking but her moans were still those of tremendous pleasure.

They had both died that day, an action like such was vile especially so close to an orphanage where young children of very small ages and stature lived.

The king had turned around unable to contain his excitement.

his guards killed the couple and disposed of their bodies.

The king wanted to make love like that just once even. To savagely take claim of a woman like that. He had tried with a maiden once, she had far too much fear in her eyes for him to want to continue. Her whimpers had been those of pain and sadness far from the woman from the forest.

He'd stopped and excused her,

The next day she had appeared in the throne room, and her presence made him so uncomfortable that he gave her fifteen gold bars and sent her away from the palace permanently. Enough for her to live a life of luxury forever. She'd cried tears of pain with the king and then tears of happiness with her old mother.

The king lifted the queen's legs for better access to her entrance. His head hovers over the area and then he bends down, going for an act considered savage.

"stop, your highness you can't." The queen said before sitting up and bringing his head back up. "You can't possibly do such a thing." The queen says and the king smiles.

"Are you scared it'll be too pleasurably and you'll become an insatiable monster?" The king asked and she laughs a small forceful one.

"Such acts can't happen even in the privacy of the shadows. Now come on, you have a job to finish."

They fall into routine, the Queen laying down and the king entering her.

The king with shut eyes and a face buried into the queen shoulder imagines something racier than this. Perhaps maybe even Akia in his chambers pulling off a silk night gown and walking over to him.

Perhaps he'd lift her up and shove her against the stone wall, hold her hands up above her head while he slammed into her, listening to her crazed moans and pleads for more.. hearing her shout his birth name and not the title he carries.

It's with Such an active imagination that the king always finishes the task at hand.

The queen almost always finishing before him most likely imagining her own fantasies.

The maids wash them together in one bath, the king becoming groggy as they poured the queen another bath to begin her night routine.

"Your majesty, you may go to your chambers now, I thank you for keeping me company in my bath." The queen said and he nods before standing up to be dressed and robed.

Once the king is gone the queen hurriedly stands and asked the maid.

"Do you see the same lights as with the girl?" She asked and the maid shakes her head.

"I'm afraid not Queen's mother."

The queen bites her lip, a terrible habit that she was supposed