With a smile engraved on my face I wondered how my Queen will present herself tonight. The anticipation of her standing on that red carpet in all her essence is agonizing. I can feel the jealousy rise within me thinking about other men's eyes landing on my woman. I can her mocking me now "Jealous much King?" I giggled to myself. What did I do in my past life to blessed with such a wonderful woman? The love I have for her is undying some would call it bewitching. Is this what my father was talking about? Is this the same love he had for my mother?