Rosalis laid in a wooden bathtub, relaxing, trying to deal with the unholy amounts of stress. She heard the door creak open and opened her eyes, seeing Uliraf peeking inside. “Come in, don’t be shy.” She told him. “Have you never seen a pair of breasts before?”

Uliraf came in and pulled up a stool near her, sat down at it. “I just want to get one thing straight.” He said. “Why do you want to betray your own people?”

“Tell me, what would you do if your own knights turned against you and exiled you from Wolfholde?”

“That be true. How will your knights react to you returning?”

“They are not mine any longer, they are someone else’s.” Rosalis sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Uliraf stood up and left her.

Uliraf invited Rosalis into his chambers and they sat at a table, discussing matters. “So you want my help to destroy Frinnor if you do not manage to take back the throne?” Uliraf asked her.

“Yes. That is all I ask.”

“Then it shall be done.” He suddenly tilted his head. “You seem stressed.”

Rosalis chuckled wryly. “Stressed is not the word for it.”

“Let me help you take your mind off things.”

Rosalis’ eyebrows jumped up and down once. She shot him a seductive smile. “Please, be my guest.”

They walked up to each other and proceeded to strip themselves of their armour, throwing it down onto the floor in a disorderly pile, scattering it everywhere. They threw down each other’s tunics and then fell onto the bed, caressing their bodies and kissing each other without a care in the world.

Uliraf fell asleep and Rosalis stared out into the night sky, clad in a long white dressing gown. Suddenly, she heard the door creak and snapped her head towards the sound, saw that it was slightly open. She walked up to it and opened it, looking out into the corridor. She saw a messenger escaping from her. A messenger from Frinnor. Not having time to change into her armour or even grab her sword, she pursued after him in her nightgown with the intent of beating him to death. The messenger crawled through a priest hole and went down a dug out tunnel. Rosalis followed after him, crawling on her hands and knees, trying to stop him from escaping her grasp. The messenger dropped something down onto the ground and continued forward. Rosalis placed her hands down onto the ground, continuously crawling forward when suddenly, she screamed. She stopped, looking at her trembling hand. A caltrop had pierced itself through her palm . She drew it out of herself, bleeding slightly and then pushed away the rest, continuing forward. She stepped out of the tunnel, making her way outside the Kingdom of Wolfholde and looked around, seeing that the messenger was gone. She screamed, cursing to the sky.

Rosalis made her way back to the chambers and saw Uliraf, awake. He turned, hearing the door open.

“Where did you go?” He asked her, but then noticed the dirt on her dressing gown. A couple of seconds later, he noticed the blood covering her wounded hand, dripping down in large drips. He quickly strode up to her and took her hand, seeing the hole in it, caused by the caltrop. His eyes widened in shock and then he quickly walked up to a drawer, opened it up. “Sit, sit.” He said as he searched through it. Rosalis sat at the edge of the bed and Uliraf proceeded to wrap her hand in a linen bandage. “What happened?” He asked as he cut away the bandage and tied a knot in it.

“A messenger from Frinnor saw me.” She explained. “He is now most likely back on his way to the kingdom, to deliver the news to the regent king.”

“Regent?”

“I am still alive.” She pointed out. “They need me dead to elect another ruler.”

“Ah, of course.”

Suddenly, Rosalis jumped up. “I want him dead!” She demanded in a furious rage, pointing to the floor at the end of each sentence. “I want anyone that protects him dead! I want his successors dead!” She turned to Uliraf and pointed to herself, raging. “The throne is mine by right! I know what is right for the kingdom and cannot let some amateur rule it in my stead!”

“Then I shall do anything that I can to help you take back your kingdom.” Uliraf replied calmly. Rosalis looked at him, calming down a little.

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“What’s wrong?” She asked him. Uliraf stood up from the bed and walked over to a drawer. He opened it, taking something out. He stepped over to her and suddenly collapsed to one knee, presenting her a golden ring, delicately engraved with leaves and flowers.

“I ask you to be my queen.” He said. “If you do not manage to take back Frinnor, then you will still at least have one kingdom.”

Rosalis smiled warmly. “I accept your proposal.”

Uliraf stood up and took her hand, placing the ring onto her finger. They both leaned into each other and shared a small kiss.

A week later, the wedding was underway at the chapel. Rosalis stood in front of her soon-to-be husband, clad in a red silk dress, embellished with gold. Uliraf was clad in a long white cloak, embroidered with delicate black stitches. The bishop looked at Rosalis.

“Do you, Rosalis Ventris, take Uliraf Ulai, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

The bishop then turned his head to Uliraf. “And do you, Uliraf Ulai, take Rosalis Ventris, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

The ring bearer stepped up to the bishop, presenting two identical golden rings on a silk pillow. Uliraf took one of the rings and placed it on Rosalis' finger. Rosalis took the remaining ring and put it onto Uliraf's finger. They both held each other's hands in their own. Uliraf looked down at Rosalis' hand, seeing the scar from the caltrop. He smiled warmly, not seeming to mind.

“You are stronger than you know.” He told her. Rosalis returned a smile. The bishop looked at Uliraf.

“You may kiss your bride.”

Uliraf and Rosalis leaned into each other and shared a small kiss. The bishop was handed a dark crown, almost identical to Ulirafʼs. Rosalis knelt in front of him. The bishop held the crown aloft, above her. “By the power vested in me,” He announced. “I now crown you Queen Rosalis I. Ruler and protector of Wolfholde.” He placed the crown down upon her head and she stood up, turned to the crowd, Ulirafʼs hand in hers. “Long live the queen!”

“Long live the queen!” The crowd echoed. Rosalis stood in front of the crowd, already enjoying her new position.

“We were both enemies.” She told them. “But now, with myself as ruler of Wolfholde, I will help you all take revenge on Frinnor. I will promise you as much blood as you can spill and as much gore as you can handle. You will help me take my revenge, and we will not back down. The people of Frinnor will realise their mistakes, and they shall pay for them dearly.”

Uliraf smiled, just as the crowd began to cheer.

Within some moments, the celebration was underway. The servers passed around platters of food and the minstrels sang songs of love. Uliraf and Rosalis sat next to each other at a long table, observing the celebrations. Uliraf took Rosalisʼ hand and she looked at him as he smiled at her. “I don't think that I could have chosen a better partner.” He told her. She smiled at him.

“Likewise.”

Rosalis and Uliraf stepped into the bedroom, having finished the wedding. Midnight had dawned upon the kingdom. Uliraf suddenly grabbed Rosalis, spinning her round, causing her chest to smack into his. She giggled as he looked at her, grinning devilishly. “My queen.” He addressed her.

“My lord.” She replied. She then landed her lips onto his and they shared a passionate kiss. Uliraf broke away and looked at her.

“You know, we have got the entire night to ourselves.”

“And even longer.” She pointed out. “Frinnor can wait. It's not like they are going to miss me.”

“Indeed not.” Uliraf let go of her and walked over to a decanter, poured two glasses of wine. They both sat at a table and proceeded to drink the night away, still celebrating after the entire kingdom had fallen asleep. Uliraf finished his second glass of wine. “Even if we die in our attack on Frinnor, then at least that we did this.” He pointed out.

“Indeed.” Rosalis suddenly stood up and stepped over to Uliraf spinning his chair round. She suddenly jumped onto him and kissed him. “Come on.” She urged him. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

Uliraf proceeded with kissing her like she was the last woman on Earth. Without waiting for anything, they proceeded to strip each other of their clothes, chucking them down onto chairs and tables. They both stood in the nude and proceeded to caress each other's naked bodies. Uliraf kissed her neck and Rosalis moaned in pleasure. She threw her head back, waving her glorious hair about. Taking his cock, she proceeded to tug at it in a slow motion, letting it stiffen in her hand. Uliraf took his hand and proceeded to fondle around with the space in between her legs. Rosalis got down onto her knees and began to suck on his cock gently, coating it in her slick saliva. Uliraf shuddered in pleasure. He fell back onto the bed and Rosalis climbed on top of him, sticking him inside her. She proceeded to slowly ride him, weaving her hips about in a slow motion. Uliraf suddenly grabbed her, spinning her round and throwing her down onto the bed. Rosalis gasped, surprised at the sudden move and looked up at him, smiled. Uliraf began to slowly thrust and soon picked up the pace. Rosalis whimpered, gasped several times. She then let out a long and ecstatic moan, the pleasure being almost too much for her to handle. She then screamed, releasing an orgasm, overloaded by sexual euphoria. Uliraf groaned loudly as he couldn’t hold it back any longer and his cock pulsed several times as he released himself inside her. He took his member out of her and rolled over onto his back, gasping several times, sweat running down his forehead. He put his arm over her head, letting her rest herself against it. Rosalis moaned lightly as she scooched over to him, placing an arm around him. With nothing left for them to do, they slept soundly in that position.