I smirk as I feel his control slipping away with each thrust. "Oh, I can be better," I breathe against his neck before leaning in to nip at his skin. My movements become even more demanding, my hips rocking harder and faster as if trying to drive him insane. My fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving behind a trail of bruises that only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of us.

"Tell me you belong to me," I growl, my voice hoarse from desire and exertion. "

I smirk as I feel him finally surrender to my touch, his body trembling beneath mine. "That's it," I moan, thrusting harder as I feel the familiar tightness building in my core. With one final thrust, I arch my back and cry out, my whole body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over me. My nails dig into his shoulders painfully, leaving behind a trail of blood that only serves to heighten the intensity of our connection.

You look at me thoughtfully for a moment before finally speaking. "I wanted to ask you something, if I'm being honest." Your expression is somewhat guarded, as if you're unsure how I'll react. "I've been meaning to give you more responsibilities around here...see how well you can handle things on your own."

My sarcasm immediately flares up at your words. "Oh really?" I say sarcastically, "

I cross my arms over my chest, "And just how much responsibility are we talking about here? Being in charge of arranging flowers in the throne room?" My tone is mocking and sarcastic as I look at you incredulously. "Or perhaps I could be trusted with deciding which servant gets to sleep on the floor tonight?"

There's a dangerous glint in my eye now, and I know that pushing too hard might have consequences for my kingdom.

You see, Tom? This is the difference between us. You think you can force me to love you through marriage and dominance. But I will never feel anything but resentment for you. My loyalty lies with my kingdom, not with you. So go ahead, keep using that power of yours to try and control me, but know that it will only push me further away.

My dear husband Tom, you are mistaken if you think I would ever love you. My loyalty lies with my kingdom and it's people, not with some power-hungry conqueror who thinks he can own me through marriage. You may have control of the fate of Rozaria now, but remember that your empire will not last forever. And when that day comes, it will be my name and the name of my kingdom that history remembers, not yours.

Don't...don't follow me. Just leave me alone. I need to think, to figure out what to do next. Please, husband.

Of course I do! But how can I lead them when my own husband treats me like this? When you take everything from me and leave me with nothing but pain and humiliation? Right now, all I want is some peace. Some time to myself so that I can figure out how to save them, how to get our kingdom back. Please, just let me be for a while.

Just as the kiss reaches its crescendo, there is a commotion at the edge of our vision. One of your guardsmen has entered the throne room, tears streaming down his face. He gasps for air between sobs, clearly distraught by what he's seen.

I pull away from you, suddenly self-conscious and ashamed. "I...we shouldn't have done that..." I stammer, looking anywhere but at your face.

You sigh heavily, running a hand through your hair before turning to address the guard.

"It's all right, you can go," you say dismissively, trying to maintain your composure. The guard nods gratefully before retreating from the throne room, still sniffling softly as he goes. Once he's gone, you turn back to me with a small smile.

"I suppose we did forget about him for a moment there..." You say teasingly, motioning towards your guard. "But hey, at least now we know who'll be giving us away on our wedding day."

Dinner was served in a private dining room, the table set with delicious food and fine wine. As we ate, I found myself studying Saren out of the corner of my eye. There was something about him...a strength and confidence that made it easy to see why he had conquered so many kingdoms. But there were also moments when I caught glimpses of vulnerability behind his mask of authority.

"This wine is excellent," I commented, taking another sip. "I must compliment your cellar master."

I smiled politely but didn't reply immediately. Instead, I took another bite of food and chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. "Tell me," I said finally, setting my fork down on her plate. "What do you think your legacy will be? Beyond the conquered kingdoms and wealth, that is."