[This story is a work of fiction. All similarities whether person, place, or thing are entirely coincidental. Enjoy.]
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Deep in the hills of Gamora, there is a valley known only to a select few. One of those select few, a woman named Akia. She was a delicate woman. Young, with long brown hair, and beautiful eyes. She was the princess of that very land.
She sat in a field of roses, and plucked the petals from a single rose in her hand.
The sky was darkening, and all bits of light succumbed to the intense layout of clouds. A storm was coming, and Akia felt alone, as it was rare for a storm to waken over Gamora.
As Akia stumbled towards a hut that stood not fifty yards away, a man on a horse sped in her direction. Without hesitation, the man picked her up and sat her behind him as he sped away from the storm.
"My name is Rayth," The man had said. A sense of happiness spread throughout Akia's body, and she answered, "I'm Akia."
They continued to ride away from the clouds, and they neared a small cottage just a few miles ahead. Rayth led his horse to the place.
"Whoa!" He called out for the horse to halt. As it did, he quickly dismounted the horse, and stood trying to pull Akia from the top.
"Woo," Akia whispered as she slid down the side gently. "Such a beautiful horse," she said to Rayth.
"Her name is Luna," He said, "And thank you. She loves compliments."
Akia giggled.
"Please. Come inside," Rayth spoke, "I can make you a cup of gold tea," He added. "Best tea in the North Lands."
"Yes, please do," Akia answered, feeling a wave of heat enter her body.
She sat on a stool looking up and down the amazing, masculine body of Rayth's. He stood pouring the hot tea into a small cup, and with each movement, Akia ached. Rayth was tall, broad shouldered, with blond hair, and soft blue eyes. Akia could not stand it any longer, and jumped from her seat, planteing a kiss on his lips.