Beautiful shades of grey

Queen Monica was now an average woman between her late twenties to thirties...has been in a quiet marriage with her husband king Philip for quite alot of years....they now ruled Mariposa but with no child...bugland has been freer than ever as if no one ruled there but ones in a while judges are appointment to take control of the affairs of the land at least and they're called mini majesties...ahh such a lame name...but what can one do?..it's just a titular post where you could rule until your evils surpass your basket...well of cause

these mini majesties weren't blood sucking deities but nothing but mare commoners who'd worked for years and rewarded with a good deed and a fair share to taste rulership...still this was everyone's dream...but you don't always get a barren queen or maybe an impotent king...shit this was the rumurs on everyone's lip...

Usually there'd have been two babies or five shaking the rusty walls of Mariposa but no....it was as quiet as a graveyard.....each time the walls and soil ever shook it was definitely a thunder roar from the ever bullying or maybe nagging lady...if one tried to be polite.... from queen Monica and her husband trying to shuch her...it was so tiring

Queen Monica was in a carriage staring through the window....she usually took strolls around the town ones in every week...this was one of those... parading herself as an ever loving and passionate lady...the Coachman didn't wipe the horses so they walked as slow as they could go but he was sure to make them keep going...

The rusty soil was beaming with red and brown mixtures emitting in the twilight...the sun slowly coming to it's set was making shades of grey and a fine orange.. purple and red glitters and decoration in the sky...it was so beautiful that if one should pay attention they'd be drowned in fantasy and drift into the bliss of the heavens...the breeze was as encouraging as ever...there were clothes hung on a far near end off the road in a field...they flew and moved softly as if souring in the cool breeze until Monica's eyes caught something... something so intriguing that she wanted to see again and so desperately

"wait!" she said...it came softly and quiet as if she was trying to warn not to wake the baby up...but loud enough that the Coachman has heard and halted immediately...his eyes beam in relieve as he too loved the view... seeing the sun set into the desert as if the desert was about to swallow it...a radiant red and orange colored horizon....so beautiful that he heaved a beautiful sigh and took a second thought before he spread his arms like a young girl in fantasy Island to take in the view.. beauty and peace that came along with it....he shut his eyes clothes... moving his head softly in the breeze as he let the breeze take control of his whole body

Inside the carriage was queen Monica on the other hand staring at the three o'clock direction to this beautiful scenery...there was a sense of wonderment.... curiosity and sweetness in her eyes which was very mischievous though and a weary smirk on her lips...her emotions were curling but she wanted a clearer view...the clothes seamed to be moving too slow and sometimes too fast and it seemed she'd have to wait for ever to get a better view...she had to do something

Dawning on her that her golden ring was looking quite rusty now...she took a quick glance at it and used her other hand... using the fingers in it she turned the ring slowly until the clothes spread out like a curtain to give her a better view as they seemed to have stood like statures or maybe a piece of art in for display.... maybe wooden clothes...but in other view... in the eyes of normal people who didn't wear the ring...they could still see the normal.

Boom! her perfect view

There was a man standing there with a woman...they should be in their twenties hopefully with the way they looked...their skin was looking as beautiful as the sunset...his chest was bare and quit hard...she zoomed in the picture in her eyes to see the man had long pointed nipples...his trousers were loosely hung on his waist that she feared if the breeze become heavier it would drop...his lipsp were touching each other but there was this smile on his face that reached if eyes in delight as he seemed to be flattering the woman...the woman's face was flushed and red that she sometimes dropped her face and would laugh out exposing her perfectly arranged white crystals...no doubt she was beautiful... damn beautiful that Monica felt a sense of jealousy that she suddenly felt the urge to twist the woman's neck and purchase a mirror which she could always ask

"mirror mirror mirror... who's the most beautiful woman in the three lands?" and expect an answer of " you are my lady" from the mirror and if something contradictory she'd hunt down that woman and drink her blood.

Doing that now was out of the question... she'd obviously spoil the peace she was getting from this...

The way they both stared at each other made her Tommy growl ....she'd never looked at Philip that way and Philip too had never ones looked at her that way or in any nice way at all ...the closest she'd gotten to this was at bugland where they first met and where she'd almost killed the man

"ahhh" she heaved out a soft sigh in the memory of this...the woman suddenly moved to go but the man....that man...his lips has narrowed...there was a certain pain it held when she noticed his chest move a little as if popping as he reached out to hold the woman by her wrist and in a swift movement pulled her back to face him that she landed placing both her hands on his chest and his hands slowly crawled around her waist...there was this surprise she wore on her face when she stared up at him... but it wasn't fear the way her eyes beamed at him...it could be love?.. comfort? peace?... maybe...I mean she wouldn't really know since she'd never been in those shoes.

He leaned down slowly as their eyes didn't tear away from each other's...the smile on their lips faded slowly too into something... anticipation? desire? what really was that feeling? she saw their lips touch...the man brushed his lips over hers and seemed to play with the woman's nose with his lips ...this is crazy...them being so childish....if they had parents.. their parents would definitely scold them.