The Servant She Can't Resist

The Queen leaned in towards Hector, as he balled his hands into fists, his chest beating wildly. This woman in front of him disgusted him. First she took him as a slave and now as a husband, and he had no right to object? He could feel her breath tickling his lips before he made up his mind and pulled away, giving her his cheek. She looked at him, gave an elegant smile and backed away. "Let's go," she told her servants and they started to move, spraying the place with petals. "That kiss will happen some day, Hector," she smiled. "With your permission of course." "And how do you intend to make that happen?" A small crease formed on her brow and she turned to him. "A queen like me gets whatever and whoever I want. And I want you." She was a queen, he was her servant. She fell in love with him, and would stop at nothing to make him hers.