He then shared, “It is not, for these women need food, they need horses, and they need clothing, and they must go to the tribes in the dunes with an offering of an amount that will make it worth it to them to take these women on. And it is not the wealthiest of tribes who assist them. So they receive generous funding.” He paused. “Anonymously.”

Her eyes widened before she surmised, “So the other clans and tribes who might be against this do not know of royal involvement, and neither does Gallienus.”

“Precisely.”

She smiled at him contentedly and took a bite out of her roll.

“It is a great secret and has been for decades this is happening, Silence,” he warned. “The decisions have been made, but the proclamations have not been heralded and there is already growing unrest in Airen as word has spread Cassius will take Elena as bride. They know what will come of that. If it is known peremptorily that Firenz kings, for two generations, have been aiding in the escape of Airenzian refugees, we will not be attending True’s wedding nor having days in bed for I’ll be on a horse with my sword, leading my warriors in battle, and you will be at Catrame Palace, shadowed every step you take by a guard of at least fifty.”

She waved her roll at him and spoke with her mouth full. “I will not breathe a word.”

Truly, his queen was a marvel, for he could not understand how she could be so impeccably fuckable sitting abed, chewing on a roll.

And since now, at long last, he could actually fuck her, she could resume chewing on her roll later.

Thus, he reached out a hand and plucked it from hers.

“I was enjoying that,” she declared as he tossed it on the tray.

Mars reached long, took hold of the lip of the tray and dragged it across the bed until he could take full control of it.

He then moved it to the nightstand.

After that, he turned to his wife. “You will enjoy this more.”

She protested no further as he reached out again and pulled her to him.

He took her mouth in a wet kiss.

Her response was instantaneous, and heated.

He had learned through their play that it was crucial to get the upper hand with his queen, and do it from the start, for she learned speedily.

And thus, if she got her mouth or even her fingers wrapped around his cock, he would consider decrying his country and his crown in hopes she would not let it go until she was thoroughly done with it.

The key was using his mouth and fingers on her first so she felt the same way.

This he did, until her movements and noises told him she was about to give over to climax.