Yvonne fled to her chambers in a state of utter disgust.
"That wretched bastard," she hissed as she furtively wiped her mouth. "He kissed me! Me! I shouldn't have approached him, I really shouldn't have."
She babbled on as she ran through the lit corridors, her face crumpled up with unmistakable abhorrence.
In truth, this had been her first kiss. It made her wonder why King Irvin even married her if not for lustful desires. She hadn't always been this pretty. Before her sudden marriage to King Irvin, she had been a student at a public academy which she paid for herself by working away at a local tea shop. The King had made it his own duty to visit all academies in person as a part of some campaign he had come up with, to increase the standard of public academies.
It was then that she had met him for the first time, and the King had sensed some sort of cleverness and intellectuality in Yvonne, which far surpassed her peers.
