She sat tall and proud by his side with perfect posture, wearing a gown of deep emerald that hugged her frame like it had been sewn to her skin. Her fire-red hair was braided down one shoulder, and her face was so breathtaking it hurt to look at. 

But there was no softness in her beauty, and I could immediately tell that she wasn’t one to be messed with. She would grind me under the heels of her shoes and love every second of it.

When she spoke, everyone in the room quieted down to pay ...