Many had fallen at her feet…begging for mercy.

She ruled with an iron fist. Her mother had made sure she was never weak or subject to the whims of a man.

Comfortable in her skin, she owned every inch of her independence. Men were at her service…as it should have always been.

Then…the keys on her wrists jiggled. She smiled. Only one person had access to her heart. Only one had proved himself worthy of being her equal.

They shared everything. They negotiated everything. And he wisely gave in to her when things couldn’t be evenly split.

Tonight…after work was over, she was going to show him just how powerful she really was. She was going to step down off her thrown for once and let him lead.

To her surprise….he gently lifted her back up and sat her down on her thrown. He reminded her that her place was only suited for royalty.

She saw his eyes. She saw his pride. Then she understood his heart. Her strength was his source of power. He needed her to be strong.

The kind of strength that allows a king to lay down his armor and be a man. She was his safe haven.

They were equal but different. She found her courage within herself. She fueled his strength and protected his weakness. He nourished her soul so that she never had to feel weak.

Only strength recognizes strength. Only strength can rule with strength.

They were an unstoppable duo. The only people who could see their weakness was each other. To the world…they were formidable..because with each other…they were vulnerable to the point of being their best .

As the keys around her wrist rang their music…it was time for her to run to her man….and share a romantic evening together once again