Destiny of the destinies

"Greetings, Your Majesty," a guard greeted the Queen.

Rowena offered a gracious nod in return.

"Is Your Majesty busy?"

"Answering to Your Majesty, His Majesty is indeed busy, but His Majesty ordered us not to stop Your Majesty."

"So, we can go, but what if we burden him?" She looked visibly troubled.

Rita's inner thoughts were scathing—'Look, look, acting so innocent, shameless'—yet she spoke the exact opposite.

"Your Majesty, you are the only person who can help His Majesty," Rita said sweetly.

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, that is indeed true," the guards also added, confirming her statement.

"Hmm, if you all say so, then, Rita lead the way."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Rita sweetly smiled.

Knock Knock

"Her Majesty is coming," Rita announced, opening the door.

"Greeting Your Majesty." Rita greeted

"Greeting Your Majesty (Queen)."

"You all get out," Arion ordered.

Once everyone had departed, the heavy door swung shut. Rowena moved silently behind Arion and began to gently massage his shoulder; he instantly relaxed his body and closed his eyes.

"You don't have to do this."

"Yes, you are right, but our King is quite busy and tired, so I thought maybe I should help him," she joked.

He chuckled. "And that's why they call you the dragon tamer."

"Are they wrong?"

"No."

The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a much warmer atmosphere.

"Have you eaten anything, husband?"

"Well, you already know the answer; that's the reason the dishes are on the table."

"But, you are a king. You have so many responsibilities. You need food to fulfill your duty. Besides keeping your body healthy is also your duty; you can't ignore it," she lectured him in a gentle voice.

"I will be careful." He couldn't help but feel profoundly blessed by having this family.

He captured her hand, his much bigger hand enveloping hers keeping her in his lap and kissed her fingers. He inhaled deeply at her neck and said, "Only you and your scent can make me calm, and at the same time crazy. What have you done to me?"

"Maybe black magic," she whispered back.

"Well, even if it is true, I don't mind." With that, he tried to steal a kiss, but she gently stopped him.

"Darling, food is getting cold, you need to eat first."

"But I am eating," he tried again.

"Not now, eat first, or else..." She warned him.

He sighed. "Fine, but did you eat?"

They both stood and moved towards the sofa. Arion still managed to pull her onto his lap.

"Yes," she answered.

"Good, but I need company," he pouted.

"Don't worry, I will feed you with my hand," she said, pulling his cheeks lightly with a smile on her face.

"How about with your lips "

She gently slapped him, he mock surrendered immediately

"While I hate it when you need to do any kind of work, I don't respect your decision."

Rowena shook her head, though her glittering eyes betrayed the true depth of her happiness.

But then the door opened with a loud bang.

And….