Inviolate
By SMYGO4EVA
The former Pharaoh found that his hands could not plait her hair into the hair band that Serenity liked so much. Though, he thought, that he could adorn her head with the flowers and jewels that he had, those same jewels that he had acquired during his travels. He could make her even more beautiful, even more his.
But his hands could also cut through the ties that bound them quite easily, running through each plate and take them apart one by one. And when all of them had become undone, he ran his fingers through her auburn hair, diving into those waves before he pulls, hard enough for her lips to open under his so that his tongue would twist with hers.
Serenity was his treasure, his princess.
She was inviolate.
She was his Heaven and his Hell.