Grimm: Here's Wild Nights. This is a very short start but I had to because I didn't make it into chapters when I first wrote it. Just put up with it for now, I'll try to make them longer. Hope you all like! Have fun reading this very short start.
Wild Nights
The king's eyes stared intensely on the form in front of him. There she was, across the courtyard into the garden, folding laundry. She was graceful, delicate even as she folded a sheet. Outwardly, he showed no emotion; he was strong. Solitary. He made the kingdom safe. He kept the people of his kingdom from harm's way. Not once had he given into any temptations when it came to his people. The male was well-respected and worshipped. Yet he was alone. There was a difference between being alone and being lonely. And he was definitely not lonely. His subjects adored him, even if he didn't talk very much.
The female folded another sheet. She was smiling, humming softly as she worked. His ruby eyes watched every movement she made, taking in every detail of that lovely lilac body. A gentle breeze swayed her scent to him and he inhaled it like a drug. It was sweet like cherry blossoms or lavender. It was always hard to put an object to her scent. It was always unique. Always her. As he watched he felt something make itself known within him.
Want.
Need.
Must have.
WILL have.
It was primal. Feral, even. The ruby-streaked king flexed his hands in a means as to calm himself. But calm himself of what? He shut his eyes reluctantly from the sight of the plum female. The raven coloured male looked up to sky; it was painted with deep reds and dark oranges. Vibrant in its many shades. He clenched his teeth and walked away. He would have to watch her some other time. He had to leave now or he would never leave the confines of the castle. Night was soon to come.