They were much attuned to each other, King Mars and his Silence.

And although she looked on curiously, a natural reserve in her demeanor, she by no means looked on with disgust or distaste or any such reactions what they thought a Dellish would have.

Indeed, she seemed quite taken with the proceedings.

And as ever, her husband seemed quite taken with her.

She wore a lovely gown that caressed her body, hiding most from view, but nevertheless enhancing it.

It was much like the gowns many of the other women had made especially for the celebrations and were wearing, or partly wearing or were littering the floors and halls and rooms and stairwells and pavements.

There was one thing many noted was not reserved about their new Queen Silence.

The smiles she shared with their king.

She was openly just as smitten with him as he was with her.

And indeed, she partook of wine and puffs of smoke and witnessing (though not participating in, but that was no matter, there were many who did not do as such) the activities of the celebrations, doing this entirely unashamedly.

Many who observed their king and queen in the District were not in any shape to think much on it at the time.

But as the next day dawned—and as tales were told, the days after and the weeks, those who did witness her there, or her riding to attend her friend, or her about the marketplaces with her guard, would come to the same conclusion.

Silence of Wodell, nay, Silence, Queen of Firenze would do for their King Mars.

Yes, she would do.

Very well, indeed.

King Mars

At the Entrance to Catrame Palace, Fire City

FIRENZE

“Quickly,” she urged as Mars pulled her from her steed.

It was not he who needed to be told that.

It was she, with her shorter legs who would have to rush to keep up.

Her skirts sailed out behind her, exposing her beautiful legs, as he practically dragged her up the palace steps.

It would be in the entryway that he tugged on her hand so hard, she cried out and flew through the air, only for him to catch her in his arms, turn right, and stride swiftly down the hall toward his study.

He locked the door behind them.

He did not kiss her.

He did not embrace her.

He positioned her bent over his desk, shoved her skirts up about her waist, and allowed himself a moment to enjoy the pale flesh of her arse as he released his cock.

He then buried himself in his wife’s drenched cunt.

She moaned and arched into her forearms before him, straining into his thrusts.

One could say, the activities in full bore in Heden was not overwhelming to his Silence.

Though, unable to participate in them with her at that location, it was obviously overwhelming to him.

Having to wait, however, was perfection.