949 word(s) Published 261   Two days later...   Sonma is in his late seventies, his gray hair held in a small bond behind his head. But, unlike his agemates, he is strong and capable for his age.   He did his best to ignore his visitor while he concentrates on the spells he's trying to wove together but it is proofing to be an impossible feat. Who can ignore a man like this one?   His visitor dominated his sitting room. Dressed in the most expensive leather he has ever seen in a long time, everything about him screamed 'power' even without a crown on his head. A long scar slashed his left cheek, giving him a savage look he would have done without—the man will look scary either way.   Leaned back against the wall behind him, his visitor has his arms crossed together, looking too relaxed and tensed at the same time. Has he mentioned that his visitor i

 1311 word(s)Published263 He smiled widely. "That will be very compassionate of you, Your Majesty, and I will appreciate it if you can do that for me." The Queen's legs are killing her, she can no longer dance anymore. So, she stopped. "It is alright." The nobleman took her fingers again and kissed it tenderly. "The dance was perfect and I had a wonderful evening, all thanks to you, Your Highness." She forced a smile while all she wanted is to flung herself to the nearest chair. "The pleasure is all mine, Lord Riverdale." Pulling her finger away, she called the nearest guard and gave the command for a room to be prepared for the Lord of Riverdale. As Scott Riverdale walked away from the Queen, he was smiling like a man that won the toughest gambling game ever placed in Serna's tavern downtown. Maybe, he did win this tough game.

  1060 word(s) Published 265   At the front of the window, he gently lowered her to her feet, breaking the kiss. She clung to him, hugging him so tightly, he was forced to pushed his body backwards to accommodate his child pressing against his lower belly.   "I missed you terribly! I missed you so much! Please, don't let me go...! Hold me...!" Her heart has taken over her lips completely, she was crying with happiness as she laid herself bare to him.   "I'm here, Dani, I missed you just as much, heavens, I missed you so much." His words were calmer, but his head has gone to rest like hers did.   They were kissing again. His lips plummeted hers, he poured all the words he is not able to say into that heart-consuming kiss that grew and blazed like wildfire....and only burned brighter.   Eventually, Danika had to come up for air, she tore her lips from h

 1046 word(s)Published267 As much as this night will hurt on the morrow, Queen Danika beamed at him again, her smile so wide, it made her beautiful face radiant. "Okay." Her smile is so contagious, the King wasn't aware that his face is doing something it hasn't done in the past fifteen years of his life. His lips stretched—not as wide as hers—but enough for the onlooker to recognize it for the smile it is. "Okay." Then, he carried her towards the bathroom. Heavens, he smiled. It isn't much of a smile but it is something beautiful, Danika thought, her heartwarming up like the hills under the sun. He urged her to strip, he stripped out his wet clothes too. Together, they got under the waterfall of the bathroom made out of the best woods and oak. The water beat down their body as they washed. Her eye

 971 word(s)Published269 The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky, the blanket of stars stretched to infinity. Danika kept true to her vow. As she led him around the palace of Mombana, she tried to hold a conversation with him. They talked about little little things while the night's air caressed their body, stars moving with them in the sky. Her eyes were tuned to him. Anywhere that holds a bad remembrance for him will show in the way his jaw will clench and his eyes goes darker. So, she told him stories of her younger days to distract him; her adventures in the palace with Sally. With time, he became very interested in her exciting, adventurous stories, his mind less attuned to his environment. Even as they passed the Cellar where her father likes making slaves work until their backs begin to peel off, he didn't pay much attention to it because