Twilight in Obsidian
“Please take me with you,” the woman whispered. Her voice was dry and hoarse, her body trembled like a leaf on an unsettled wave. Was it because of the crime she had just committed, or was it because of the aura the man before her gave off?
She must be sick, both in and out of the head. Everything in her said not to ask for help, or at least not to ask him for help, nevertheless, here she was bowing her head down before him.
“Now, why would I do that?” His dark, airy voice filled her ears. His voice sent shivers down her spine, making her freeze in her spot. Her head sank to the floor, unmoving.
“I do anything from cleaning to washing, and cooking,” she said, muttering her words, timidly. The man hunched down to her size and uttered, his breath tickling her neck.
“Have you met me before?”
“No, but I can—” She began to say, as if he were contemplating her request but was quickly interrupted.
“Don't be so quick to sell yourself to death.” Passing through her, he left her to crumble on the ground.
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"Did you think I would let you go after I found you? Do you know how long I have waited for this moment?” His voice deepened with each word that fell off his lips.
The woman stepped back, not wanting to get close to this terrifying man.
“I am being truthful, Your Highness. I don't know you, Your Majesty, our families haven't met for any reason. So please let me go,” she whispered.
Her body touched the wall. Now she was stuck between the wall and the terrifying man.
“Please, My Lord, I don't know what you are talking about,” She whimpered.
He placed his strong hands on her hip, giving it a light squeeze as he pulled her closer to his chest.
He whispered into her ears, “I missed you so much, it's been a long while, My love” He placed his head on hers
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PLEASE NOTE THAT THE BOOK COVER ISN'T MINE, IT WAS FOUND AND REDESIGNED BY ME. I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR IT, AND I WILL OFFICIALLY TAKE TIME TO MAKE ONE WHEN I HAVE MORE FREE TIME.
AraneaeRuber · Fantasia
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