dream4

The morning's light drifted softly into the carved window of the castle's cold stone walls reminding him that it would be taking her soft, delicate form away from his. He pushed away the silky golden curls caressing his bared physique as she silently slept in the enclosure of his masculinity. God had bestowed this cruel joke on them. He, being nothing more than a servant to the noble Lord Alixandre Henmonnet and was being served a life sentence of forbidden fruits by none other than the Lord's own herself, Lady Symonne. His love for her was pure of that he no qualms but their life could never be that of peace or joy. The world would never know of their desire for one another because she was not allowed to know of such things. The Lord did not believe she should know of such things so the night kept them and the morning punished them time and again.
She stirred at his soft, gentle strokes and searched the empty gaze canvasing the room. The cursed light had once again stolen another evening. She softly pressed her lips upon his naked form before his gaze met hers."Good morn milady."
"Good morn my love."
"Symonne, my love,"he softly uttered."I must take leave from the comfort of your arms before your betrothed takes notice of my presence."
" I curse the light that steals your soul from my bed."
"Do not curse the light fair lady for it is the e'en(evening) that brings another wench upon your doorstep to appease the Lord of the manor that makes my return all the sweeter. I must go,"he rose from her bed and drew the strewn garb back upon his body. He leaned over her delicate features and gently placed a kiss upon her pouting lips."Until then,"he said and made his way to the edge of her bedchamber. He carefully surveyed the distant corridors before entering them.

The mass of chambermaidens were making their way through the dimly lit halls when Lord Alixandre stormed through their masses and into Lady Symonne's private bedchamber. He found her at her dressing table looking as though she had partaken of far too much liquior. He drew her off her the satin covered seat by the length of her hair. She lay flat on the floor before he repeated his actions and drew her up against himself."Where is thou rougish fool-born miscreant that dares to lay a hand upon my bride?"
"Who is thou referring toward?"she calmly replied.
"Do not cross me Lady Symonne. His scent weighs heavy upon your dressing gown. Tell me of whom it is that I must destroy."
"I will not."
"You defy me?"he jerked the reign of her hair reminding her that it was he that was in control.
"Yes,"she responded with defiance once again.
She was a woman. This was not to be tolerated."I would stand you in the middle of the town square for this burden you have brought upon yourself if it were to be of any good but the Earl, your Father has provided more than generously for this castle you make the devil's playround. I would take your life fore I would lose these riches."
"Then why dost thou procrastinate?"
"Because thou has not provided an heir to my noble name. I will be rid of you the day you provideth me with what I so richly deserve."
"You deserve of nothing."
"Pipe down fair lady and take of what is coming to you,"he lifted the dressing gown over the plump roundness within his reach.
"I beseech you Alixandre."
"Then reveal your forbidden desire."
"Never."
"Then take what is deserved of you,"he shoved her to the harsh stone floor. He kneeled behind her loosening his breeches. He revealed himself as he made his presence known at her velvety entrance.
He vented his fury upon her until which point he dispensed the fire of his loins deep within her womb.
He left her curled in a ball sobbing uncontrollably at his vented anger. How was she expected to live with such violation. He was not a man, he was a beast. She must find a way to make leave of this hell. Even it were to be a mere few moments of joy in the arms of her love then it would be worth the agony she suffered in the end.

"Excuse me,"the young lady requested.
Still entranced by the storyline of the book, he politely slid his legs aside and let her through.
"Must be quite a book,"she inquired after settling into her seat.
"Huh?"he replied distantly; his eyes barely leaving the page he was on.
"Must be quite a read I said."
"I'm sorry,"he closed the book and met her gaze. He locked into the innocent set of brilliantly blue eyes that haunted his dreams on a nightly basis.
"May I ask what it is that you are reading that is so fascinating?"
"It's uh,"he hesitated."It's a romance novel actually,"he blushed.
"A romance novel? A gentelman as handsome as yourself surely doesn't need to be brushing up on that kind of thing."
"I thought it was crazy too but my cousin's wife said I should read it."
"What's it called then?"
Her hair was drawn back by a banana barrette almost duplicating the mass of golden curls of the girl on the cover."I'm terribly sorry. It's called Forever Yours."
"May I have a look?"
"Of course,"he handed this beautiful stranger his reading material.