She shifted so she was essentially straddling his hips, sitting up a bit so that she could kiss him, properly kiss him, her hands carding through his hair as she poured all her love into him. He owned her heart completely, wholly. No one else could ever soothe her the way he did, could know her the way he did. She closed her eyes and basked in his warmth and the tenderness of his mouth.

She could be queen, yes, because he was beside her. She could do anything with him.