"Tell me again, Darius, what we are doing is okay." she half whispered into his chest before looking up into his eyes. Darius smiled down at Elondra, his lover of a year, "It's been three years since the King passed away, and most of the court know you took a lover. They won't use it against you." Pounding her fist against his chest she spat out, "But, that runt and his rumor mongers probably will. The common people won't understand a foreign Queen taking a lover after their beloved King dies." "Then, let's make this our last night, at least till this trouble with your brother-in-law is over." Darius offered. With tears in her eyes she looked into his and nodded, meanwhile her heart solidified into an iron rage against "Little Brother." How dare he start to raise arms in his Duchy against her and start all this trouble. Rendered in Daz Studio.