~Slowly.. quietly.. my bare feet step into the King's Chamber. The floor, a thick wood, with huge heavy rugs surrounding the king size bed set in the center of the house-size room. A caged white owl rests in the corner during the afternoon nap-time. The glow of the sun shining through the only sky light above the bed is blinding, giving the room an almost dream-like quality. Birds can faintly be heard outside in the garden, along with the ocean crashing upon the cliff side.
Through thin see-thru bed-curtains I gaze upon you. In the middle of the bed you sleep, covered in thick fir blankets. Wearing only my kings robe, I circle the bed. Slowly. Your perfect, naked leg lies out of the blankets. A shoulder as well. Glowing, your skin reflects like silk. I let my robe drop to the floor, exposing my weathered, sun tanned skin and mended wounds, and patiently crawl onto the bed. With you.
Having only met the night before, I imagine who you are. And what your life must have been like before your village was destroyed by the Fire Dragon known throughout the country as Dark Lightning. I remember the way you fought Dark Lightning's serpents covered in blood. And the way you ran into my arms before our narrow escape. Trembling no more, you lie before me. Breathing silent. Like an angel.
I rest, kneeled at your side. Watching you dream. So fragile. So.. beautiful. Knowing my own dark-side, my dark secret, I feel unworthy. Your beauty reminds me of a more gentler time. When death and torment was no option. What is your name I wonder? I look upon your angel face. And your angel hair. I recognize the flower peddle in your hair. Your town had an infinite amount of these flowers; before it burned to the ground. Perhaps being the last peddle of your home, I decide to preserve it. How precious a peddle can be, when it is the last.