A touch, yes, ever so softly the Queen laid her hand on her King's face, cupping his cheek and smiling.
There was pain in his eyes, intense tears fought to trickle down his face all at once.
She has seen how vulnerable he is.
She has seen that he knows of his regret, what he did...selfishly, and yet, she, the Queen, was there, holding his cheek as he wept nothing but his apology.
"I'm so sorry," the King whispered out.
And, yes, the Queen knew why he was acting this way, even though he doesn't like being this way.
She pressed her forehead against his and closed her eyes.
Their clothes were stained with blood from their people.
They were not sure what was to come next, but they had each other.
They are able to make this through together.
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