Crown
He'd always loved rules. Rules were the foundation on which his empire was so carefully built. The empire she so graciously supported, added to even. They are two sides to the same coin. He is the figurehead, and she is the heart of the precarious world they hold so dear.
They are a pair; complimentary in so many ways that it is sometimes forgotten what is strictly necessary and what is not. In their stolen moments and intrusive thoughts the rules that sustain his kingdom become the bars to his prison instead.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.