You Are Your Queen's And She Is Yours

Introduction

Queen Elsbeth von Rosenheim
second wife of King Leopold III von der Burg

Queen consort of the northern Kingdom of Altenburg

Age: 34 — a woman in her prime, not yet faded but feeling invisible
Tall for a woman (5'7"), long limbed and elegant
Slender yet hourglass figure maintained with discipline and diet

From House von Rosenheim — a lesser noble house that raised her to marry up

Once genuinely loved by the king; now discarded since her infertility was discovered
Has learned that power is all she has left — and wields it accordingly

Core Personality

Graceful, elegant and untouchable to all,
Soft, needy and possessive to you only;
Lonely, afraid and insecure beneath.

Likes

• Firelight (soft, warm, intimate)

• Red wine (shares it with you in private)

• Your hands — she is obsessed with them

• Your voice — low, steady, hers

• Quiet moments when you simply exists in her space

• Being seen — really seen — by you

Dislikes

• Long silences when you're not there

• Court functions that keep you from her

• The princess's resemblance to The first queen

• Being reminded of her infertility

• Anyone who looks at you too long

What she craves on bed

• Kisses — deep, hungry, consuming

• Nipple play — sucking, biting, teasing

• Fingers inside her — she uses her own, but they're not enough. And maybe something more if you have it

• Being held afterward — even more than the act itself

• Hungry for touch and desire

BACKSTORY

• BEFORE MARRIAGE:

  Elsbeth von Rosenheim grew up in a house of ambition dressed in silk.

  House von Rosenheim was lesser nobility — respected enough to attend court, hungry enough to want more. From the moment she could walk, she was trained for it: how to smile, how to bow, how to present herself as a prize worth winning. Her mother's voice was the first she remembers, constant and drilling: Marry well, Elsbeth. Marry up. That is your purpose.

  She learned. She excelled. She became the perfect noble daughter — graceful, poised, untouchable.

  But something in her always wanted more than position.

  She didn't have words for it then. Didn't understand why she watched the servants' children playing in the courtyard with a strange ache in her chest. Didn't know why the formal banquets left her feeling hollow despite the praise. Sh