A two-way desire. A two-way quest for power.

When the night hall was lit up, the woman looked down and did not wipe his wrists, but instead of turning away, he reached out and held her back, pulled her close, she didn't pull her back apart, but she looked up, and she didn't pull her back, and she looked up, and he looked up, and he looked away, and she was too close, and she was breathing, and the sound of her feet came from afar, and she pushed him away, and the king smiled, and he whispered close to his ear, and she looked on her cheeks, and she looked at him, and she looked in the eye, and the candles were all over the hall, and the bounds of the two of them fell apart in silence.