timelorddoctor
She stared at her textbook, tapping her pencil against it endlessly. She was too preoccupied to study. Her thoughts were tuned into him and how he made her feel. She recalled the days earlier events and began to blush. Just as she closed her eyes and shook her head, she heard a loud thump against the table and looked up to see him standing there staring down at her.
She was naught but a maid servant beforehand, but after, she became much more. She became a talented, respected queen by finding out her true identity. Beforehand, she knew nothing. She remembered nothing, now she focuses on the future and what is yet to become.
the stampede of her heart raced through her body and into his. She felt his repeat the same movements, to the same pace. Pain and pleasure ringing every nook and cranny and their bodies molded into each other.
He was determined to dogmatic her rights as a human being. To him, she was nothing. She was nothing more than the dirt on his boots that he must scrape off every day.
She danced gracefully with him. Her body moving as elegantly and close; matching his in every way possible. It was hard to believe that just a few months ago, he was almost a savage, compared to her, but oh how times have changed between the two. The song bringing them closer together. He spun her around, but never let go of her hand. When the song ended, he kissed her lightly on her hand, then moved up onto her lips. His sent engulfing her. He moved away and gave a little bow to her, and she returned with a graceful curtsy.
The solidarity between us was met with a firm handshake. It was our chosen path to part in opposite ways, even though it killed me to watch the man I loved with every inch of my soul, walk away from me; knowing we would never meet again.