A Trap

"On the day of the crowning, thousands of people will die," Princess Freda smiled as she lovingly looked at her husband. "Are you prepared to face the consequences of your plan?" She asked, her hand slowly stroking his naked chest.

"Consequences?" he snorted. "Power?"

Freda only smiled in response. She then started kissing the path her hands had made.

"In three days, I will be King and you will be my Queen." He lifted her chin up and stared at her beautiful face. Seeing the coquettish smile on her face, he leaned closer and kissed her. Then he slowly pushed her away as he got up and found a robe to cover his naked body.

He heard her sigh.

"There is no need to hurry. We will have all the time in the world once I am King. For now, you enjoy yourself while I create the Empire that both of us wanted." Without looking back, he walked out of his room and immediately went to his study where Duke Moller was already waiting.