Queen of Hearts: A Visit Cut Short

[Lexxi]

Oh my God, another one!
I'm sorry but I just love the relationship between these two characters WAY too much....Don't worry guys, it stay within the PG-13 limits!
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.: The Queen of Hearts :.
A Visit Cut Short

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T[/b][/font][/size]he king looked frenzied as he stormed up the stairs from his throne room and though the many empty corridors of his castle. His eyes were alight with fresh rage, rages he could not begin to control and rages he wished to be rid of. Torturing the citizens of his kingdom had done nothing for him. He could not shake this feeling of absolute anger from his mind and body. That was what drove the king up to her tower that day. He would take it out on her. She would give him the satisfaction and fear he so rightly desired to quench the thirst of his sinful malice.

He entered her chamber quite suddenly and the queen gave a jump as she closed her long satin robe around her and turned to face him; quickly falling into a bow at his presence. He looked at her, so lovely and young and her perfect form outlined by the falls of silken black fabric. Her hair, glossy ebony, was pinned back by a golden clasp in the shape of three hearts in a trinity ring and judging by the smell lotions and perfumes, she had been just about to step into a bath. He smirked. “My King, I was not expecting you. I-I am not decent….” she looked away from him in the modest way all woman did and clutched the front of her robe to conceal her bare form to him. How he longed for her. The king stepped forward and she took a step back in response and another as he advanced once more. It was almost a dance that they did whenever he came to call upon her and it ended as it always did. The queen reached wall with nowhere left to go and turned her gaze to the floor as he closed the gap between them and placed his hand upon her chin to bring their stares together.

Red met green and for a moment he simply stare into her eyes with a deep longing about him until at last he seized her shoulders and brought her into a deep, hungry kiss. She gave a slight squeak of surprise, but did not resist as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and pressed himself against her. His hand fell to the curve of her hip and his other to the back of her neck as if to prevent her from escaping his embrace. When at last he pulled away from her soft lips, she gave a small gasp and let her eyes linger on him for only a moment before looking away. He released her and she moved away from him in silence before approaching the bath drawn in the adjourning room and dipping her slender fingers into the sweet smelling water.

The king did not leave as he watched her pour a bit more soap into the tub of steaming water. He simply gazed on at her as she sat perched upon its edge and trailed her fingers through it like a lovely young maiden to a fresh mountain spring. Then there was another feeling that hit him quite suddenly. A feeling of great anger that rose from his chest and filled him to the boiling point. It had returned. Why couldn’t he love her back? Why couldn’t she see what was behind his anger and love him like she was supposed to? He turned, knocking a number of items off the young Queen’s vanity and then stormed out of the room; slamming the door behind him. The Queen sighed and gave a slight shake of her head before slipping off her robe and stepping into the bath. [/center] [/size]