The kidnap

It was morning time, and the sunlight was flashing its radiates into the king's room.

Its beautiful rays which flow from the silk-white transparent curtains which hung from the window brightened every nook in the room, and directly at the angelic face of the woman who sleeps on the bed.

"Hm!" Eleanor hummed sleepily, she was now tossing on the bed as she shuffled to sit on her butt.

"It's morning already!" She mumbled, yawning loudly as she drags the bedspread and covers her nakedness.

Promptly, she placed her head on the headrest of the bed and that was when she took her time to gaze her emerald green eyes across the room.

"The king is not here?" She thought, now drifting off slowly from the bed and she went nakedly to the bathroom.

She couldn't unearth him but she did quickly have her cold bath, the coolness of the water which flowed down her body cascaded and soothed her skin.

While Eleanor was bathing, she was remembering how delightful last night was for her. It was the be