Be His, And He Will Be Yours. Be His Wife, He Will Be Your Husband

In a moment of weakness I was outmaneuvered and cornered without a way to freedom. I had no choice except to surrender and he won the day. I thought I would give him honors and go my way. Wrong assumption.

Once under him, he laid in strong demanding my complete capitulation, and acknowledge him as king. What then for me, queen or servant? Faced onto the horns of the dilemma, better queen than servant. Either way I have to change my name, surrender in his chamber, accept his seed. As queen I sit beside him. As servant, my destiny the lower quarters. I choose to be his queen. Now to conquer him.

He wants one reason why he should have a queen, when he could have all the women before him. His seed, better carried by his queen, than a hundred servants. And so in a turn of fortune, his servant becomes queen. His seed safe within her he rests to contemplate his condition. Victory tied him down, to his queen and the brood she bore for him. And so it has been for countless generations, victory comes in many flavors.

Surrender to him, capitulate. And be his queen. Take his seed and bear his sons and daughters. And you my dear, will have your victory, and if you husband your victory you will join the legions of women who own, control, manage the wealth of nations.

Hail him for he is King. For it is he you husband.

And you are his Queen. For you are wife.

Think about it.