I Want to Rule | Rowena & Romayne
“Be careful, my prince, I do not think this Aragothi Queen takes well to demands.”
Romanye turned to look back at his friend from over his shoulder, “Ah, but it’s not a demand, it’s a request,” He replied, giving a confident smirk. “And your lack of faith in me is rather unsettling. Have I not charmed every woman I've ever desired?"
“She’s not like other women, Your Highness.“
“And I am not like other men.”
He had come, officially, from the Southern Islands to bend the knee to his new Queen, but truthfully there was another purpose. He wanted his rightful place as ruler of his home. He did not like this pale faced Aragothi lord who Queen Rowena Godiva had made warden there.
He had already pledged his allegiance in public, but he had requested a private audience with the queen which had been (much to his friend and advisor’s surprise) granted.
The great Aragothi hall that had been filled with life and warmth only that afternoon, was not empty and felt cold. Seated upon her throne, the Queen looked as though she was made of stone. Still, she was beautiful despite her hard edges. Romayne wondered if she ever smiled.
He bowed before her, “Your Grace. The tales of your beauty reached even the Southern Islands and I am pleased to say that they have not been exaggerated. If anything, quite the opposite.” He gave her a mischievous smile and straightened.
“As much as it pleased me to look upon my new Queen, that is not, as you have guessed, why I am here. I have something to ask of you.”













