Alexander broke the silence, his voice sharp with frustration. "What have I done so wrong?" He held the head of her chair.
She sniffed. "Your Majesty?"
His gaze was intense. "I have provided you with everything anyone could possibly ask for - and more. Have I not bestowed upon you clothes and jewellery beyond your wildest dreams? Have I not granted you my presence, a privilege no one else has enjoyed? Have I not sought to fulfill your desires as greatly as you want them accorded?" His eyes narrowed. He was glaring.
"Yes, you have." Gwen admitted.
It was true he had, but the time and attention he had showered upon her were driving her to the brink of madness. They stirred thoughts she wished she could banish. Like how snugly his trousers fit against his buttocks, how broad and strong his shoulders were, how soft and tender his lips were against hers. Even now, how his large hand held her chair and how it had moved along her neck.
