He loved her with a passion that was almost holy. She awed him, all her strengths, her courage, her powers. He was a man at holy worship when she would kiss him, leaving a trace of her lipstick behind.

She loved him fiercely, with all the loyalty of a woman. She gave to him freely, every ounce of her love and power, to protect, to be a companion in times of good and bad. Lovemaking was a sacred ritual.

They stood above the rest in each other's companionship, gods among men, king and queen, lovers, friends and so much more.