My Queen

King Harry James Potter of Versailles sat in his throne room staring out of his majestic window facing the kingdom's pond. Anyone who didn't know King Harry would say he was admiring the pond's beauty during the summertime, but in truth he was watching his young Queen chase after a frog. It was absolutely ridiculous to him but quit amusing. If she wanted to play with a slimy frog, all she had to do was ask. Instead, she chose to get all muddy trying to catch one.

He was only 13-years-old when his father died of natural causes and forced his only son to ascend the throne. It was that very same year that King Harry married a very naughty princess. Her name was Princess Ginevra.

There was gossip around the kingdom that King James Potter knew he would die soon. So, before his dying days, he spent time trying to find a suitable princess for his son. As his last wish, he ordered that Harry would make Princess Ginevra His Queen. Harry never knew why his father would want him to make such a naughty little Princess as his Queen. To this very day, he still hasn't figured it out.

She was only 12-years-old at the time they were married and still very mischievous. On their wedding night, she snuck a frog under his pillow and Harry had a fit while she laughed uncontrollably in her chamber. What did his father see in such a naughty, giggly, little girl?

Now, at the age of 17 she is exactly the same way she was six years ago. Only she has breasts now. King Harry watched as she ran around the pond trying to catch the frog, and landed in the mud before she got a grip on him. What is a King to do with a Queen like her? A Queen who has her own opinion, and no matter what troubles her mouth got her into. She still spoke her mind and refused to obey anyone.

Ginny petted the slimy frog in her hand gently as he croaked.

Harry rested his head on the window, and looked at how carefree she was as she frolic around the pond. Her dress covered in mud and leaves. Somehow she still managed to look beautiful through it all. He wondered if she knew how he would watch her from afar and feel so content doing so.

Harry made his way down to the Kingdom's pond to join her majesty.

"Why can't I kiss you, and make you become my handsome King who won't force me to obey his every command?" Ginny asked out loud.

"What ate you mumbling about now?" Harry asked standing behind her.

"What does it matter to you? Besides, what are you doing here? A King like you would cease to know the true beauty of nature." Ginny snapped at him as she turned to face him. Harry laughed when he saw Ginny's appearance. She looked worse than a pheasant woman on the streets of Versailles did. Definitely not fit to be a Queen of any sort.

"What's so funny?" Ginny asked putting the frog down on the rock nearby.

"You look ridiculous! Covered in mud, your hair in disarray, and that dress is fit for a pheasant woman. Do you not know your status, My Queen?" Harry asked mockingly. "Do not call me that." Ginny demanded.

"What else am I supposed to call you, My Queen?" Harry taunted.

"I will never be yours." Ginny said.

"oh is that a challenge because I love challenges." Harry said pulling her waist close to his hip.

Ginny pushed him away quickly and tried to walk away.

"Come with me ." Harry said pulling on her hand.

"I don't want to. Let me go!" Ginny exclaimed struggling to free herself from his death grip.

"It's let me go, My King." Harry corrected.

"I loathe you, your Royal Highness!" Ginny said.

"That's more like it. Now, why can't you be more like King Ronald's wife?" Harry asked dragging her to the bath chamber with full force.

"Because I have a brain of my own unlike her Royal Highness." Ginny retorted.

"You are a spark of fire, aren't you? Let's see if I could put it out." Harry said closing the door behind him as they entered the bath chamber.

The sunlight from the ceiling bounced off the precious gems on the bath chamber walls and made the floors sparkle with different colors.

Harry's hand went to pull the string on the back of her dress, but Ginny slapped his hand away.

"There's nothing to be shy about. I'm your husband, My queen. After everything I have giving you, don't you think it's time you give back?" Harry asked pushing her up on the wall.

"You have given me nothing I desired at all, and I sure as hell don't desire you!" Ginny said.

"Oh, is that so? Would you care to tell me why your heart beats faster as my hand travels across your body?" Harry asked teasing her.

"It is not." Ginny denied.

Harry tugged the string of her dress loose and he smiled, as she grew weak under his arms. It gets her every time, but she's still the little innocent girl he married at 11-years-old.

"I can give you so much pleasure if you would just le me, my love. But-Like you said, you don't desire me. I can't force you to do something you don't want to do. Now, why don't you be a good little girl and get that mud out of your hair so I can enjoy those pretty red curls?" Harry asked leaving the bath chamber.

Ginny stood there breathless as her lady's maids came into the bath chamber to help her bathe.

After her bath, Ginny decided to read a book out by the garden. Harry passed by the courtyard before he started off on his daily ride in the town, and saw Ginny reading a book in the garden. Her shiny red curls were once again overflowing beneath her shoulders. She had on a light blue gown fit for a Queen and she certainly looked like one. A gorgeous one in fact.

"You do clean up nicely." Harry complimented.

Ginny glanced at him for a short second and went back to reading Romeo and Juliet.

"Don't you think that play is a bit overrated?" Harry asked.

"I think it's romantic." Ginny answered.

"Is that so? They both end up dead." Harry said.

"True, but they loved each other so much that they would do anything for each other. It's better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all." Ginny said.

"Question is are you willing to die for the one you love? Because I am." Harry said as he kissed her hand.

Ginny watched him climbed onto his white horse on the courtyard and rode outside of the castle walls. Sometimes, she doesn't know what to make of Harry. He's makes a wonderful ruler, but not much of a husband. She secretly longed for him to romance her, and tell her that he loves her.