Hey guys, it's been a while ain't it? I passed my license and I got it so big happy on that and I'm taking care of my nephew while my sister and brother in law are working so I'm very busy with this little monster is a bit like Gaby a real prankster! Enough of me today the third chapter of MFQ and there is some action baby! Saddle up!

Fleur was sleeping peacefully, in a comfortable bed, one with the most silkiest sheets she had ever touched, even in her own bedroom it hadn't been this expensive, but then again Hermione's kingdom was the biggest on earth with its power and riches. No one wanted to mess with such power. The blonde was sleeping so peacefully that she didn't hear the door opening, with little footsteps coming toward her. Unaware of a little monster thanks to dreamland.

"Wake up, sis!" Gabrielle yelled while jumping on the bed and more precisely on her sister. The blonde instantly woke up and tried to get rid of the little devil above her.

"Gaby! Stop!" The little monster was unstoppable, but Fleur couldn't be mad at her, after all it was their last day together and they both felt that it should be spent together.

Fleur spend, more than an hour in bed with the little devil, enjoying every second together. Tonight, they would leave to go back to their kingdom, but tonight there was also a ball in the honor of the future queen. Hermione had told her that after coming back from their visit of the lands.

The two sisters, after lying together in bed decided that it was time to get up, well more like Fleur decided, if it was up to Gabrielle to decided when it was time to get out of bed, they would never get up. Gaby even convinced her big sister to give her a piggyback ride.

They entered the dining room, giggling happily. At the end of the table, Hermione had her eyebrows raised but her eyes were telling Fleur that she was amused and of course their mothers were looking fondly at them, appreciating the sisterhood of their daughters. The eldest cleared her throat and dropped her sister on the floor gently before taking her seat next to her wife, smiling sweetly at her, stroking her arm.

"Was your awakening to your liking?" Hermione asked with a hint of mischief in her voice. Subtly glancing at Gabrielle who was bouncing on her chair. Fleur looked at her curiously. Gabrielle cleared her confusion.

"I asked Hermione if I could!" Gabrielle exclaimed, gaining three pair of eyes on her.

"Gabrielle, you're speaking of the queen, not of your friend!" Apolline chided her youngest.

"Don't worry, we're family now, she can call me by my name and so can you, both." Hermione clarified the situation. There was no point to be cordial when their families would be intertwined.

Apolline smiled at her, tenderly while her wife Angélique, stayed neutral.

Their last breakfast together was really important to the future queen, it would be the last time she could see them before certainly months if her wife allowed it at all, she hoped she would. She needed to discuss this matter with Hermione after her family was gone.

After their breakfast, Hermione left so they could have a moment all together without her intruding. She wasn't very at ease around Fleur's mother Angélique, the woman seemed to despise her, which she could understand, she just had stolen her little girl with the only reason being: fate. She preferred to finish some work with Lucille than to disrupt their last day together, here, as a family.

As Fleur was walking with her family in the garden, Angélique took advantage of a moment where Gabrielle and Apolline were busy together to talk with her eldest daughter.

"Did she lay a hand on you?" Her mother asked, seriously. "She better respect you or she won't know what's coming."

"Maman! Hermione isn't like that. She might seems cold and uncaring but she is the opposite. You don't have to worry about that. Please believe me, she is the most gentle woman I've ever seen." Fleur explained to her mother, she didn't wanted her family to start a fight because of such assumptions. Hermione had been kind and gentle with her, the brunette was even leaving her comfort zone for her and she knew that for someone like her wife it was a big effort.

"She better be." Angélique crossed her arms before looking back to her wife and youngest daughter.

"I appreciate that you worry, maman, but trust me, Hermione is a perfect spouse for me."

Fleur was leaning against the rampart of the garden made in the highest tower. While her mothers and Gabrielle left to prepare their leave and to be ready for the ball tonight, Fleur choose to rest her mind a bit here, wrapped by nature and fountains, stone structures, shadows and sun playing with each other.

Right now, she was admiring the view of the kingdom, she felt overwhelmed with everything, the reality crashing into her, she was the new queen of a kingdom she never had gone to, was married to its powerful queen who was also her destined partner, it was a lot to take. The life here was different in many ways, it wasn't as free as her own, be it by the way they dressed or the different culture, here at Eleon, it was less open-minded and certainly more strict that at her own kingdom, back there it felt more like a big family, here the monarchy was much more present, it wasn't a bad thing of course, the progress that had been made here was extraordinary, she had seen it while visiting the lands, magical folks had developed such interesting thing with their magics, there was an air of something new with more advancement here that lacked with the Veelas. Her kind was more relying on the nature and less on new magics and machinery.

And yet, she felt conflicted, she had this weird feeling of exhilaration mixed with apprehension, everyday would bring something new to her and depending on how she would treat this new information, it could be complicated or easy. Like tonight, Fleur had been at a dozen of balls, she was a princess, a beautiful one and none would have missed the chance to invite her but being here, tonight with her new wife, in front of so many people to whom she was their future queen was different than having fun at a ball with other lords and ladies. Here she was about to rule over so many persons she did not know. It was a heavy burden, but then again, she wasn't ruling alone, she could count on Hermione.

At this thought Fleur smile while looking at the horizon, her kind and always fair queen, who feared no one, not even the dark lord himself, for the first time Fleur felt lighter, was this how it felt like when destiny was leading you on the right path? To be honest, she had no answer, she just felt happy to be by Hermione's side, the brunette was a protector and a friend and some day she could become more for Fleur, she could become a lover, a confident and so much more. She felt her heart become heavy with the idea of Hermione so close to her mind but so far from her eyes. Was she already missing her? Could I be already missing her? The blonde looked at the shining sun, closing her eyes, letting herself relax at the warm touch and the sound of the birds chirping, would it be too soon to ask for the embrace of her queen in this moment? Maybe, but it didn't stop her from dreaming aboutf it.

"Lost in you thoughts, princess?" A voice that Fleur didn't knew asked. The future queen sighed and opened her eyes slowly before finally facing the person that had interrupted her.

"I'm no longer a princess, I'll be the future Queen of Eleons. What is your name, sir?" The blonde asked gently. In front of her stood what it seems to be a nobleman with brown hair and gray eyes, dress in black pants, a white buttoned shirt and a blue waistcoat. His arms were crossed on his chest while a hand was on his chin, looking thoughtful. Fleur stayed on her guard when she noticed two other men dressed similarly to him, all seemed to be looking at her from head to toe.

"Sir Mederic, my queen. Of the noble house of Ralon." Even if he hides it, his disdain was clear to Fleur's ears, she wasn't stupid, she knew when someone didn't like her and this man and followers were very easy to read. "So this is the woman our queen married pitifully. You're the daughter from a kingdom that is devoid of any value for ours, and the mystery of your kind is very obscure, along that you have a strange talent made for the pleasure of men. I wonder what our queen see in a woman with such a twisted talent." His words dripping with venom while his followers snickered.

"That's enough!" Fleur yelled. "You have no right to speak to me this way." Her voice cold as ice.

"At least she has a talent." The booming voice of Hermione startled everyone, the lords, turning abruptly toward the queen, fear written on their faces. "I can't say that for everyone here." She moved to place herself at Fleur's side.

"Your Majesty, we were only just-"

"Humiliating my wife?" Hermione stopped him before he could speak again with just a hand raised. "Measure each word said to my wife in my presence, Lord Ralon, because every single one can bring you to death, as your queen, she can do whatever she wants, you are nothing."

"I didn't mean to offend her, I'm sorry I just was...I…" His voice was trembling as the queen took a few steps to arrive in front of him. She looked at him, power written in her eyes, rage coming out of each breath.

"On your knees, now!" Hermione ordered. Her hand on the pommel of her sword.

"I'm sorry! Your majesty, please!"

"Do not make me repeat myself." Hermione said with a stern voice while Fleur could only watch as her wife submitted to her the lord that had disrespected her. "You will learn a lesson today about who have the power over the other." Lord Ralon instantly fell to his knees, his head down already begging for his life again. Hermione walked around him before pushing him in front of Fleur's feet. She then stood next to him before grabbing his hair, making him look at the blonde and with her other hand the brunette unsheathed her sword, a blade made of pure black with runes engraved on the base, placing the blade against his throat. "This is the kind of power the queen have, the choice to end or not your life just because of your words or your disgusting attitude toward Veelas." Droplets of blood fell down on the floor, the sword cutting already the skin of his throat.

Every pair of eyes were stuck on the scene in front of them, the queen holding her sword against the lord, while the future queen looked down on him, her eyes unwavering.

"The choice is yours, my queen." Hermione finally said, looking at Fleur, their eyes meeting in the middle of a storm. The veela could see the unflinching power in Hermione's eyes, the eyes of someone who had made war, who had killed and destroyed and yet even while seeing all of that she didn't feel scared, not even for a second. "His life will depend on your words because no one is above you." The tension in the air was heavy, for some it might have been hours that had passed but it had only been a mere seconds when the queen finally spoke.

"Spare him." Like a big exhaled, everyone calmed down, the lords around them sighed and gulped for air while Lord Ralon, on his knees shed a few tears. Hermione released him, he stood up quickly before bowing down to the waist.

"I am terribly sorry, your majesty, for my disrespect, I will be forever grateful to you for sparing my life." He whimpered, going back to his comrades, head down in shame and fear.

"Yes, indeed, be grateful that today the queen showed mercy for you, her every word are what determined every action taken, never forget that because I won't forget today, Sir Mederic." Hermione stern voice chastised, her eyes cutting through each lords there. "Now leave, I can't tolerate one more second in your presence and it goes for all of you." She turned her back and walk to the rampart of the castle overlooking the kingdom, the one that Fleur had been before she was interrupted.

The blonde was still standing in the same place, calming her heart and mind. She turned toward Hermione, who was standing tall withher strong arms leaning against the wall. Her gaze softened when she saw the tense shoulders of her wife, the brunette was probably fearing her reaction. She sighed before approaching the brunette. Her hand coming to rest on her lower back, she felt Hermione tense, waiting for something but when none came she finally relaxed, her fingers dancing on her side, stopping at her shoulder for a few seconds before caressing her arm and finally she wrapped herself against it, watching the horizon with her queen.

"It's beautiful isn't it? The sun embracing the city with no evil to destroy it. Peace looks good on our kingdom." Fleur said gently while smiling at the brunette who was looking at her with a neutral face.

"Yes, it does." She straightens her posture, a smile growing on the brunette's face. "Hope is what makes it look this way." The tallest woman didn't know what to say, she just hoped she hadn't shocked the queen. "I hope I haven't scared you with my barbarity. Some need to learn such extreme lessons to remember it." She heard the blonde chuckle.

"Just remind me not to anger you too often." She looked amusingly at her wife.

"I won't treat you this way, Fleur, never." Hermione responded more seriously, turning toward the blonde. Her eye locked with those blue eyes. What surprised her was the soft hand that came to rest on her cheek.

"I know." This sentence was barely above a whisper but Hermione still heard it but it felt more like she saw it, Fleur's eyes were understanding and compassionate. Her smile was one of the most beautiful Hermione had ever seen. "What made you come here?" The blonde asked in a soft tone, her hand replacing strand of air behind an ear, her hand dropping afterward but Hermione caught it in her own.

"You." The brunette queen revealed. Her hand caressing the one of the blonde. "Would it be strange If I said that I missed you?" Her tone gentle, as if she was afraid to scare the blonde with such a question.

"As strange as wanting your embrace only after a few days." Fleur responded by smiling sweetly and chuckling softly. "Before those lords rudely interrupted me, I was enjoying the sun and its warmth and for a second I imagined myself wrapped in your arms, it was liberating in some way." She admitted while looking into Hermione's eyes. She saw for the first time the brunette actually blushes. Her freckled cheeks turning pink at Fleur's confession. She shyly averted her eyes.

"Is this still a wish of yours? To be held by me." Hermione asked timidly while Fleur's eyes widen at the proposition. "I hope I'm not being too forward." She asked with hesitation, a timid smile perched on her lips while slowly inching up toward her wife.

Fleur understood and smiled at her while nodding her consent. The blonde closed her eyes, returning to enjoy the sun's warmth. Feeling the nature around her, the gentle breeze on her naked shoulders, her body relaxing. And softly she felt Hermione's presence behind her, her fingertips slowly tracing her shoulders, and then just as gently, her arms went down her own and settled around her slim waist. Her front warm against Fleur's skin. The blonde sighed and rested her head on Hermione's shoulder with a small smile on her lips.

Meanwhile Hermione reveled in Fleur's beauty, her long slender neck, her rosy cheeks, her even rosier lips, her straight nose, her blonde brows and finally her long and perfect silver blonde hair. Hermione was in amazement of the beauty of the Veela.

"You are...ethereal." The brunette said in a breathless tone which made Fleur open her eyes and turn her head toward Hermione with a radiant smile.

"No one use such word to describe me." She spoke softly.

"I do." Their eyes were locked on each others, seeing as if for the first time. Fleur turned her head to lean her forehead on her cheek, while breathing deeply her wife's scent. Strong and calming.

Hermione waited calmly at the doors that would lead her to the ballroom where all of their guests waited for their entrance. Especially the future queen. Even if the ceremony of the coronation of Fleur was still a few days away, to Hermione she already was and she wouldn't let anyone tell Fleur otherwise.

But for now she patiently waited her wife at the doors, Lucille by her side, always so calm as usual.

"She will be here soon, Hermione, do not worry." Lucille said calmly checking something on her list, not even taking her eyes away from it while speaking.

Hermione didn't respond, she just waited, patiently. Sadly Hermione wasn't a very patient woman, she never had been, never as a child and certainly not as a queen. She sighed, she was starting to wonder what was holding Fleur like that. She knew her style was different from hers but surely it wouldn't take so long to change? She herself was dressed in white tailored pants and laced shoes, a white silk buttoned shirt, the top two buttons, unbuttoned showing a bit of cleavage (a guilty pleasure of hers) with a white vest with golden buttons and shoulder pads made with sequins. Her style had always been very military but after all she had trained her whole childhood to be the perfect soldier and so it had impacted her style, she felt more powerful this way, a bit of masculinity within her femininity. The jewel that Fleur had placed on her biceps still present over her clothes. It seems that everytime she needed to change herself, the small piece of jewelry knew it and disappeared until she was done.

She kept looking anxiously at the hallway behind her, waiting for the blonde but soon all the air in her lungs left her at the sight she had in front of her, she had turned so abruptly that Lucille had jumped a little wondering what happened but she understood as she saw the future queen.

Fleur was...for a lack of words, completely magnificent. Her hair was styled in gentle waves, her face sported light make up with a transparent gloss to make her lips more alluring, on her forehead was a beautiful jewel made of sapphire held by two silver chains that ended in her hairline but what was more alluring was what she wore.

Hermione never knew she could be speechless until this day. She wore a white top that stopped at her ribcage and was tied behind her back leaving her shoulders and arms naked. The expense of white satin skin of her stomach on display. On her waist was a thin tissue that was similar to a skirt at the front that ended mid thigh but which was much longer in the back falling in small waves. The tissue was almost transparent leaving your brain to freeze at the second your eyes landed on her long and smooth legs. Her feet were covered in white high heels, the only piece that was closer to the Eleons style and of course with her own bracelet around her left arm. Hermione smiles nonetheless, her eyes catching the amused smile of her wife.

"Worth the wait, isn't it?" She asked playfully, coming closer to the brunette.

"I presume that you always will be." Hermione answered by taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. She cleared her throat and continued." But nonetheless late, Fleur." Hermione said without any spite in her voice, with even a teasing smile on her lips.

The blonde laughed with grace, while approaching the queen, enough so she could whisper to her. "Queens are never late, everyone is just early." She said with a petulant smile on her lips.

Hermione's jaw hangs open for a moment before she closed it quickly, the temper of her wife was quite...provocative, but in a good way. She sighed in defeat, she had no arguments to counter her. She just turned and offered her arm.

"Our people are waiting." Fleur took her arm with tenderness, throwing her a playful glance that Hermione responded with a small smile. She knew that the brunette was getting out of her bubble and she was very proud of doing it but for now the time wasn't to playing, it was to rule.

They entered by the ornate doors made of gold and many other expensive materials. Everyone turned toward them when a guard announced their presence. Hermione smiled politely while Fleur stunned everyone with her beauty, they stepped down the staircases slowly together before the activity of the ball resumed. And the first thing that happened was very surprising.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" Exclaimed Lord Ralon, stunned and in awe of the Veela, his eyes clouded with magic and adoration. "Could you give me the honor of kissing your hand?" He asked out of breath. Fleur looked at him irritated, with a forced smile on her lips. She raised her hand toward him but before the lord could grasp it, her hand was being taken by the queen herself. She looked toward the brunette to see a fake smile on her face.

"I thought that you weren't interested in princess coming from kingdom devoided of any values?" Her voice teasing with a menacing air behind it. Jealousy written in her demeanor which surprised Fleur. An arm wrapping itself around her waist pushing her against Hermione's side. Lord Ralon stammered before Hermione continued. "Out of my sight or I accuse you of treason toward your queen." The threat was very efficient, he left instantly.

"Treason for what?" Fleur asked curiously, while Hermione turned toward her with a very serious air.

"For trying to seduce the queen away from her spouse." She said sternly and Fleur didn't respond, Hermione seemed very tensed since they had entered, she didn't knew exactly why, was it the presence of Lord Ralon or something else? Fleur was incapable of asking such a personal question when Hermione seemed so strained and so she did her duty as the future queen, she greeted every guest with the arm of the queen still firmly wrapped around her slim waist.

An hour or so at the party, Hermione let go of her waist to go greet a few soldiers that she had fought within the war. Fleur greeted her mothers, hugging them tightly and patted Gabrielle's head while the little blonde pouted, waiting for her own hug. She then decided to go fetch herself a drink, probably a glass of wine or a flute of champagne. She found Lucille on her way and noticed that she was watching very closely the queen. When she stopped at the buffet with she started asking her questions, because who was better to answer delicate questions about the queen than from her (almost) sister? For now she didn't want to upset Hermione after their relationship started to go so well.

"Tell me Lucille, is Hermione always that tensed at balls or is there something bothering her tonight?" She asked softly, not wanting anyone else to hear her worries, it would be bad if a journalist started to wonder why the future queen was asking such personal questions of the queen from her childhood friend.

"It isn't always like that. Yes Hermione is not the most relaxed person at balls but she still do enjoy it at some extend. Excepted…" Lucille didn't finished her sentence, she had started to look very closely at a guest, Fleur turned herself to see who she was looking at, and she saw a handsome man with blonde hair tied in a tiny ponytail, wearing a red suit.

He was very handsome, or it was to believe with the numbers of women that were around him, laughing at every joke he said and smiling seductively at every phrase he told.

"Lucille? Could you explain to me the situation?" She asked a bit annoyed, she was more annoyed at the situation than at the woman but she hated to be kept out of the loop. Lucille instantly turned toward her.

"Sorry, your Majesty, I was...lost in my thoughts. We should go somewhere more private, if you may." She guided Fleur toward a secluded corner. Looking around her. "The queen and Andrew have...history together." She said skeptically.

"Excuse me, what kind of history, exactly?" She demanded from Hermione's assistant, very surprised but not in a good way.

"Not that kind of history, its' complicated…" She sighed but Fleur threw a glance at her that told that she wasn't going to leave her alone until she told her the truth and as her future queen, she was obliged to proceed. "Hermione and Andrew never were in a relationship together, no but they shared a few lovers, not because they like each other, oh no quite the opposite...Andrew is a good businessman but an awful person. He…and the queen have history because he kept trying at each turn that Hermione had a lover, to steal them away from her and he succeeded every time so now you can understand why she isn't very relaxed tonight." She finally breathed. "Please, your Majesty, do not be like them. Our queen needs a someone that is devoted and loyal. It always devastated the queen when it happened and many thought that she was a very...cold woman." She begged Fleur, making her understand that such an issue could have a bigger impact. If the people thought that she wasn't able to hold a relationship it may be because of darker meanings, making a lover running away to a safer place because of violence or other things but in the few days she was here, Fleur knew that Hermione wasn't like that. Sometimes ego was one of the worse thing of humanity.

"Do not worry, I will assume my role as the queen in every aspect." She said with seriousness that made Lucille release a chuckle.

"In every aspect?" She asked teasingly. Fleur jaw hangs open slightly before she closed it with a blush dusting her cheeks. "Do not fear, your Majesty, I've heard that the queen is a very…" She looked at Fleur with a suggestive gaze. "...Thorough lover." She finished with an eyebrow raise. She could see the face of Fleur starting to grow more red, going even to her ears. The blonde licked her lips before responding with an evocative smile.

"Well, thank you, Lucille, for enlightening me tonight." She said kindly to the woman but not without an air of playfulness. Lucille went into the more exposed ballroom and left to go back to her duties. Fleur decided that she should go to her wife, it would be very helpful to help her relax but sadly she was interrupted. And even sadder it was by the recent subject of conversation.

"Your majesty, what a chance to meet you here, in such a private spot." He said sweetly, a bit too much for Fleur. She could see through his eyes his intentions. He took her hand without asking and kissed it. If Fleur had been less well mannered she would have taken back her hand in disgust but it wasn't the proper etiquette for a queen. "I hope the queen is not leaving you alone, it would be a crime to leave such a graceful woman all on her own. If you may, I can be of very good company."

I highly doubt that. He was a cheater, a fraud, a man who enjoyed destroying relationships and use his charms to his own gain. It was something that Fleur despised with her whole being. Even if her list of lovers was a bit long, she never cheated, honesty was the keyword in her relationships and she wouldn't let this man trick her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." She offered with a fake smile. "Sadly, I have to go back to my dear wife, I was barely talking to her assistant, I like to keep myself informed."

He looked dumbfounded of her rejection, sadly he didn't seem to be shocked for very long because the next second he looked more determined than ever.

"Oh, your Majesty, please grace me with your presence, I've waited a long time to be with you." He pleaded in a playful voice. "I can promise you I can entertain you more than Hermione." He added by closing the distance between them, she realized at this instant he was a bit smaller than Hermione. She gulped and locked her eyes on his with a fire burning behind hers.

"Firstly, Sir Andrew, you do not get to call my spouse by her name and secondly you would be very much of a nuisance to me, I do not wish to spend even more than a second in your treacherous presence. Hermione certainly know how to entertain me in many ways." She finished, her voice full of spite, with a calm tone, not wanting to bring attention to them. He lost his smile very quickly before grabbing her forcefully by the waist, she was quicker and freed herself from his grip and slap him harshly. He held his face in the same position while touching his cheek.

Before she could add more to her action, a cold voice interrupted them.

"And here I was, thinking that I could go by a day where I wouldn't have to execute someone."

They both turned toward Hermione. Her eyes hiding a storm and a powerful hatred, she eyed Fleur too and it wasn't a very warm gaze either that the brunette threw her way. She gulped and turned toward Andrew.

"Don't ever touch me again." She stepped back and turned to Hermione, her arms were closed behind her, her posture very stoic, and an unemotional face. She gently gripped her arm. She knew the brunette wasn't very happy. "Take me somewhere else where he isn't. Please." She asked to her wife that looked skeptical. She licked her lips before nodding. Hermione took her hand but it wasn't the gentle hold she had felt trough the night, no this time she could barely move her hand within the brunette grip. The queen led them to an empty hallway prohibited to the guest.

The blonde looked confused when they stopped in the middle of it. Her hand was released and she saw Hermione cross her arms. The brunette was in front oh her, she could only see the profile of the queen but it was enough to know that she was angry, the veins on the side of her neck telling her so.

"Never. Approach. Him. Again. Am I understood?" Her voice cold as ice. Her throat bobbing up and down as she turned her back to Fleur. The blonde felt pained at such a sight, how many time Hermione had endured betrayal? Something inside of her broke when she saw her shoulders shaking slightly.

The blonde slowly approached her, her goal was to be as gentle as possible, she slowly placed her hand on her back, telling Hermione that she was coming toward her. She faced her, Hermione head was slightly turned to the side, tears streaming down her cheeks before opening and closing her lips a few times.

"Many tell me that I'm lucky to have such a strong wife by my side, but me, the strength I see in you isn't the one they see. It takes a lot of strength to let someone in after being betrayed. We feel weak, we retreat into ourselves and close ourselves to those who can actually help us because we're scared that if we opened up again we still will feel the pain that it brought to us." Fleur spoke softly, her hand erasing her wife's tears. "And you? You are so strong for letting me in, so I'm asking you to trust me, I will not be the one that is going to hurt you. I'm here for you, today, tomorrow but more especially for the rest of our life." The blonde looked deeply in her wife's shining eyes. She smiled tenderly at her.

Hermione gently caressed her hand on here cheek, before taking her in her arms, her head buried in her neck, slightly shaking. For a few second nothing happened and finally the brunette breathed deeply for, as it seems to her, the first time. Fleur held onto her queen, her nose in her hair, stroking her scalp softly.

"Every step of the way, I'll be there for us, for you."

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