~ Third Person's Point of View ~
It seems like there was a tremor in the Queen's compartment.
A fire that will never fade.
An ambitious that will remain unattainable.
A cure that will turn everything upside down and will abode reticent and evasive.
"Your highness!"
She moaned abruptly when his majesty placed his hand between her thighs. She was astounded and dumbfounded upon knowing that he has no plans to halt unless he gets everything he wanted.
He replied, "Grant my wish, Sapphira. If not, you will be dwelled as a mother of Danaya but will never be called as a Queen who gave the King a Prince that will inherit all the responsibilities and the throne."
It was a warning by the King but she chooses not to think about it in the middle of fire and intentions.
Unfortunately, Sapphira forgot to ask the old woman who has made the potion about the disadvantage of it.
