This is not my duty. Or my desire. “It is both,” he responded, his arrogance setting my teeth on edge. NO. “Yes.” Lust is different from desire. There are women who will gladly assuage your lust. I will not. “You want me. I heard it. I feel it.” It matters little what we want, I shot back, using his words against him. I may be your weapon. But I am not your queen. He sat back on his haunches, his hands on his thighs, and he considered me. “Do you want to be my queen?” Why would I want that? “Most women would.” I am not most women. “You don’t want power? Riches?” Power only gets you killed.
