Chapter Sixty Nine

Laughter, lovely bright colors, pale skin, smiles. A woman's hand. Her caress. Her body. Her gown was carried softly by the wind. Her feet were beautiful against the soft green grass. Her eyes were pale grey yet twinkling with mischief.

Her laughter.

"Come, your majesty." Her soft voice called out, her pale hand reaching towards him. He took it, held unto it. He noticed how smooth and soft her skin was against his roughened one. He saw the daintiness it carried in its slender fingers. He felt the joy at that simple act of taking her hand. His heartbeat was faster than average, his blood rushing to his brain.

He loved her.

"My king, please hurry up!" the voice said again, now carrying a sense of amusement with it. He followed her. Felt his feet against soft grass. He was dragged by her little hand, and he wondered how such a small hand could pull one as big as he was.

They paused their walk, but he didn't notice their environment, only the grey eyes that were