Before me stood my deliciously handsome mate.
The speed of my heart rate dramatically increased as I took in his appearance.
There he was, in all his glory, the King himself.
His velvety, black tailored suit fit him perfectly. Not too tight, not too loose. His fitted shirt was crisp white and was complimented with a black bow tie. His raven locks were brushed neatly to the side, but his hair or suit wasn’t the centre of attention. His imperial crown sat perfectly on his head, demonstrating his importance and status.
It had white fur lining, which supported the solid gold frame that had aquamarine stones dotted around the core before growing into a solid gold cross in the centre. Two studded arches rose from the sides of the gold frame, meeting in the centre of the cross. The crown was
