News has reached me too late of the King's fall. With an army at my gates I am to surrender. When my step-nephew strides into my chambers as the General of that army, I am surprised to see him. As we start to talk I expect to give up my crown only to have him smile with hungry eyes. "Oh no, you will be keeping that crown. I've been recalled home from foreign wars, and you were the prize I insisted on." He tells me with a smile. I don't understand at first. Then he tells me to strip and keep the crown on. I reluctantly obey. "You make a lovely queen Delphoxi. I am going to enjoy having you by m... Show more