Sink and Swallow

The sun's rays filtered in the tall windows of the private study inside Maxen's bedroom and served as the natural spotlight to the king and queen who sat on the sofa facing it.

Beside them, Olivia's eyes darted between King Alistair and Queen Isla as the two argued.

"That's exactly the reason we only have two kids," Queen Isla reasoned out, lifting two fingers to give her husband a visual of how many she had given birth to just in case King Alistair didn't hear what she just said.

"You are exaggerating again, Isla. Need I remind you that you have an irregular period, that's why we had a hard time conceiving?"

"It doesn't matter. The problem was, you can't fuck me every night because of that rule." Queen Isla's hand flew to her mouth to stop herself from cursing, but it was all too late.