There was once a time, in which I was a Queen. I was fair and gentle. I did not have a King, and I came by my throne at a young age. I had no brothers, or sisters.
I was once a King, a long time ago. I was fair and just. I did not have a Queen, and I came by my throne at a respectable age. I had many brothers and many sisters.
As Queen I was the Mother of my people. I was, always, a slave to my nation before I was the Queen of my heart. And then I met a man.
As a King I was the Father of my people. My younger siblings came before me, and before them came the state. And then I saw that woman.
He was from a kingdom close to mine, one that had never really been all that important. Neutral, I suppose, you could say. He was older than I was. He had many brothers and sisters. My advisors thought that perhaps it would be a good idea to marry one of those princes. To take one of those princesses as one of my ladies in waiting. They never said anything about the king. Fair, just, and amiable, he may be.
She was from a kingdom close to the borders of my own. Aside from some trade agreements, we had nothing tying us together. She was very young, to me. She seemed small on that throne of hers, and my advisors told me to watch over her. To send my brothers after her hand, to send my sisters after her favor. They never said anything about the Queen. Gentle, kind, and temperate she may be.
I did not intend to ever wed, and gain a husband.
I did not intend to ever wed, and gain a wife.
We were married in Spring – and there were flowers in the blue-sky, pink and white and red, to celebrate the union of our domains. It was a beautiful wedding, I suppose. The wedding night was alright as well. There was no option for it to be anything otherwise.
He is strong, and he is well-tempered, for a man of his position. He is neither overly loud, nor overly aggressive or confident. He is well balanced, and he compliments my own temper well. He is gentle of hand and considerate of word. He is like a brother to me.
She is graceful, and she is very wise, for a woman of her age. She is neither overly excitable, nor overly anxious or emotional. She suits me well, and understands my moods. She is guiding in her manners and exemplary in her patience. She is like a sister to me.
We have no children, aside from our people and our nation. It is not hard for our two countries to get along. Even when their monarchs must spend one season in one capitol, and another season in another. There are talks of placing a new capitol in between, a new castle. A new city. New. We aren’t certain if it’s a good idea. But if it is what the people want, then we shall give it to them.
His brothers are charming, and his sisters are good company. They are my family. I love them all equally. I love them all. Equally.
She gets along well with my siblings, and they make a pretty picture, together. They are my family. I love each of them equally. I love each of them. Equally.
We make love only as much as expectation dictates. It would not do if people were to talk – it is not fair to each other, as well. We find each other fairly attractive. And there is no problem in compatibility. We love each other, greatly. But we do not lust.
He is my companion, and my soul-mate. Over the years I have grown to understand that. He knows the turns my mind takes, and he knows where I walk and where I wander when those thoughts carry me away. He knows when to keep his silence, and he knows when to take my hand. I love him with so much of everything I am. And I know he loves me, in much the same way.
She is my partner, and my soul-mate. During the time we have been together, I have grown to embrace that. She knows the worries that have started to make my hair turn gray, and she knows how to brush them aside or air them out where we may speak of them. But she also knows when to leave them be, and to let me worry them to pieces. She knows when to fall into step beside me, as I pace, and she knows when to stand back and wait me out. I love her with all my heart, and I feel that she thinks the same of me.
I am honored to have this person by my side.
We have grown old together, and watched our nations prosper. Our nations are now one, and the people are now one. And we have loved each other without loving each other through it all. We warm each other’s beds at night, with whispered words of joy and pride in what we have accomplished. We hold on tightly to our dreams, and our dreams are the same.
He is my best friend.
She is my best friend.
And these are our people.