16 July 2012
"I cannot bare to be parted from you," Mónne murmured close to her ear, a gentle hand pushing away blonde, curling locks of hair from the Princess' bare shoulder.
She shivered slightly as his lips touched her skin, she greedily drank in his scent. Mónne thought something thawed for a moment in her icy blue eyes, as he pulled her close to his chest.
"Remirï," He breathed her name, "Tell me what you want..."
"You know what I want," She told him before pressing her soft lips to his.
A lustful passion burned within her, heavy smoke pushing out her loneliness. The Prince was enraptured by her mouth as he gently pushed her back on to the pillows; strong hands learning her curves.
***
"I won't go!" The Princess shouted, the white lioness at her feet growled menacingly at the royal guard before them.
The guard's little brown owl widened its large orange eyes, "My apologies, my lady, but the Queen insists on your return!"
Remirï drew a curved, silver knife from the folds of her dress, holding the point against the captain's chain mailed chest, he didn't flinch. Her rage boiled over and with that she turned, storming away to her quarters.
***
Mónne lay sprawled on her plump feather pillows, ready to calm her rage as she entered the room.
The lioness' white fur glistened and her ivory teeth were exposed in a silent snarl. Soria hissed at him as she impatiently circled the room.
"Shh, my dear," The Prince watched Remirï pacing the room, a movement mirrored by the white lioness. It made him nervous, "Let me come with you to the Palace."
She stopped for a moment, blinked, "For me?"
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