Rosaline had always been content with her life. Gold dripped from her finely tanned skin in the form of dainty chains and intricate earrings. The diamond on her finger was large but tasteful, A display of her husband's devotion to both Rosaline; his wife, and his country. She was happy reading by the fire in her husband's study, gown billowing out around her slim hips and ending just below her ankles. She believed her life was perfect, she believed it with all her heart as she sat upon her simplistic throne, next to her husband, the king. She believed her life was perfect, because she had to. - This is a wlw story, that means WOMEN LOVING OTHER WOMEN ROMANTICALLY - LIKE KISSING- don't read if you don't like it ^-^ - This story is completed, but I will update with extras when I feel like it ^-^