She strides confidently.
Head held high.
Once doubtful of her beauty.
Now fully aware of her allure.
Taking a seat on her throne, she surveys the crowd.
They grovel at her feet.
Wishing to gain her approval.
Desperate to know her charms.
One by one they approach.
They state their experience and accomplishments.
Hoping to impress.
She questions each, finding only a few worthy.
Maybe they will have the honor of speaking with her.
Maybe not.
Only she will decide.
She waves to the crowd and leaves them behind.
Back at the palace, she enters the large bedroom.
Her King awaits.
Head bowed, she approaches.
Kneeling at his feet.
He has earned her submission.
With integrity and grace he has won her trust.
She aims to please him at every turn.
He has made her his queen.
His adoration is hers alone.
The world will never know or understand.
Only they can comprehend the depth of their bond.
