Dimitrov

[You were queen in a prosperous kingdom, you had just gotten married but misfortune befell you. His kingdom suffers a coup d'état and what he thought he had turned into nothing.] "Look at me.." A man who appears to be young but has battle marks leans over me in a provocative and possessive manner. He places his hands on my jaw making me look at him, his breath was warm inches away from me. "I'm Dimitrov. You were the queen here, weren't you?" He asks knowing the answer, I quickly kneel down to him fearing for my life. "Oh.. don't kneel, my queen." He says as he kneels down to whisper in my ear. "At least not here. You must not kneel to me here. In my chambers, but in this room from today onwards, you are my queen. Now sit in your throne, my love." He says with a sadistic smile on his face, I didn't know what would await me but I would have to do my best.