Rael was sitting on the golden throne in the middle of the luxurious hall, his legs were apart from each other, and Alice was sitting on his lap.
She was leaning on him, her hands around his neck.
Her face was flushed, and her breathing was ragged.
Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were filled with desire.
"My king," she breathed, her voice laced with need.
"Yes, my queen?" Rael asked, his tone low and husky.
"C-can we not do it here?" she stuttered, her cheeks reddening.
"Why not?"
"Because we are in the open."
"So, what? Are you embarrassed, my queen?" Rael questioned, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
"Y-yes, I am," she confessed, her gaze dropping to the floor.
"There is no need to be embarrassed, my queen," he assured her, his tone gentle. "You are my woman, and I will take care of you."
"R-rael," her heart was beating fast, and her palms were sweating.
