Her life as she knew it ended with the dream. He was no one she had ever seen before, was like no one she had ever known before, but from the first moment she laid eyes on Him, she felt her world change.
After the dream, came the voice on the wind. She would wake up to the sound of her name on the night breeze.
"Sheyenne."
She was afraid her heart would stop beating from fear. She did not know how to describe the emotion that stopped the very breath she breathed at the sound of His voice.
In her dreams, she was not herself, not the proud princess she was raised to be, but a servant, an all too willing pawn to the desires she never knew were a part of her. She was a slave to Him. His very presence was enough to send her pulse racing, set her blood afire, and when He looked into her eyes, there was nothing she would not do, or let be done to her, in order to please Him. She discovered something about herself .She wanted very much to please Him, in whatever manner He so chose.
When she saw Him outside of her dreams, she was not sure whether she was awake or not, the trembling that shook her to her very core was difficult to explain to those around her. It was a shock, to see her dream lover in the flesh. To be the only one to see Him standing there, as plain as the nose on her face, was, shocking, to say the least.
Then He smiled at her, and looked into her eyes. She felt herself slipping away from the world around her , and into a place where there were no others but the two of them. The chamber at the palace, the same one she had occupied since she was a little girl, was no more to her than a distant afterthought, all that mattered to her was Him. She turned and did the only thing she could think of.
She ran. She ran away from Him. Ran from the emotion He stirred in her. Ran from the overwhelming need that welled up inside of her.
Then, she could run no more.
The dead end she had forgotten about blocked her path, and she inwardly cursed herself for a fool, albeit a breathless fool. Running in heels was no easy feat, and as she frantically tried to remember where the latch to that hidden passage was, catching her breath was a challenge. Time slowed to a crawl. In front of her was an empty wall, behind her, was Him. All around her was the sound of her own name flying on the night breeze. A footfall reached her ears and her breath came faster and faster. Her ability to think, to reason, was quickly becoming a thing of the past. "Sheyenne"
By all the gods that had forsaken her. He was right behind her. "Sheyenne, I have waited over long for you to come to me this night,so I have come to you."
She felt His breath on the back of her neck, and her legs almost gave out from the pleasure that overtook her, the pleasure at the realization He was real, not just a figment of her imagination, her Demon lover.
