Utopia
"My Queen"
Catherine hadn't heard those two words for a long time and who could have said them if not his only true friend left?
"You don't have to call me this way no longer…" she whispered.
She didn't have to look at him while she was finally surrendering; he instead couldn't look away from the neglected and yet still stunning figure he had in front of him, the figure of a Queen.
"My Queen" he repeated, bowing to her and kissing her hands, staring at her with eyes full of devotion.
Because to those eyes, she would have always be a Queen. At least of his Utopia.