He took her hand and led her outside. As trusting as she was, she neither asked nor felt cautious. She followed with certainty that he will lead her well.
He smiled, enjoying the reign she gave him. He found more reasons to make her happy every day. Her trust in him was a responsibility he planned to excel in.
Upon their arrival, he stopped in the middle of the garden facing her. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for any instruction he may have.
Since he crowned her his Queen, she had no qualms about treating him as her King. She didn't mind being submissive to hide dominance.
Her status didn't matter just as he didn't in the relationship they shared. They were just partners who had a common ground. One man's failure was the other's fall.
