King Javier and Queen Tamira marched towards the throne room striding side by side with each other. With their entourage six feet away from them. Close sufficiently to attend to them in case needed and far enough not to overhear their conversation.
"I do not wish to rush you but have you made a choice?" Tamira inquired.
Javier shook his head. It was too short of time for him to decide what to do. As a King, he understood that he had to be fair to his queen as she is also his subject. However, as Soren's lover, he found it hard to act as King.
Tamira gracefully ambled forward. She watched the king keenly, the day might not give her his love nevertheless she was confident that it would open the doors to his heart for her. She had found the perfect opportunity to be better than the other queens that have come before her.
"I don't wish to add burdens on your shoulder, your majesty. Nonetheless, my fate rests in your hands," she uttered adding fuel to the fire.
