Doors from the music room burst open angrily as a young, pale, enticing woman flew down the eight set of stairs. Her long, brown hair bellowed behind her from her speed; her regal, strapless, blue silk dress rippled in rage; and her usually green, loving eyes now excelled annoyance mixed with fear.
She found the figure of the man that her rage, annoyance and fear were aimed at. He stood prepared on the ground floor; giving the impression that he has been waiting for her, not surprised by the mood she is in.
He too wore regal attire; everything black minus his shirt which is grey, and he too was young, pale and enticing. His blue, always mesmerising eyes instantly locked onto her green.
The blue she saw was weary, yet they also held that complete adoration that always burns just for her, always her.
No matter what mood his eyes portray or what mood she'll be in, his stares constantly send intense tingling through every part of her. Even now in her fit of rage, annoyance and fear, her body is
trembling by that look; succumbed to his never tiresome blue.

She knows she can't get distracted, she must keep her guard up; she will not back-down.
She stood on the last step on the last staircase on the last floor of the castle. One hand at the banister, the other curled tightly into a fist.
He stood in the middle of the floor, directly facing the woman, both hands in his pockets, feet and legs slightly apart.
"Why didn't you tell me?" the beautiful woman accused.
"Because I already know your response." answered the equally beautiful man unflinchingly.
"So you were just going to go without a word?"
"Clearly not as I am standing here waiting for you."
"Were you ever going to tell me?"
The man shrugged lightly but not uncaringly, "I didn't want too, but I knew I should've."
"Yet you didn't, I had to find out by Joseph."
"He can explain things better than me."
"You never kept secrets from me," she whispered scratchily, hurt sounding through, "Never. What else have you not told me?"

Immediately the man's eyes widened in complete panic and he swiftly stepped infront of the woman, a step below yet eyes were still level, his hands placed forcefully on her hips as he said in dire resolution,
"I keep nothing from you!"
"Yet you keep this from me! What I'm I suppose to think?"
"Can you not understand why I never told you, why I didn't want too? I want you to have nothing to do with him!"
"I'm your wife Erik, he's your father! What he's got to do with you is the same as what he's got to do with me! If it was the other way round you would feel the same!"
"That's different."
"How? Because your a man?"
"No because I am your husband, I am meant to protect you!"
"And do wives not need to protect their husbands?" the woman seethed lightly.
"Not only I'm I your husband but I am also King, and as your King I do what is right for my people." he replied evenly.
"And as your Queen I too do what is right for my people." his wife contradicted just as coolly.
"You know the problems we've had with my father in the past!"
"Exactly, we, not just you!" she said, "Therefore I am going with you."
"You are staying here," Erik commanded lowly; eyes narrowing and hands tightening round his wife's hips.
"Then so are you."

Erik's once stubborn facade faded. He sighed tiredly, pushing her slightly back by the hips to step up so he can stand on the same step as her. Still standing infront, their bodies are now close together as Erik slides his claiming hands round her waist, wanting to feel her, needing too.
"I have to see him love, I have been putting it off for a while, so I must find out what he wants. You coming will not only make the meeting difficult, but I won't be able to relax."
"You have nothing to worry about!" she whispered insistently yet melting into his eyes and arms by the soft protective tone.
"I'd be more relaxed knowing that you are here at home safe and far from him." dismissed Erik gently, his fingertips now tracing tender circles at the bottom of her back.
"You may be relaxed but I won't be knowing you are alone and unprotected!" she placed her hands on his chest, clinging them onto his jacket.
"I won't be alone; Dominic will be going also."

The woman seemed taken aback by this knowledge, "Dominic? What does Dora think about this?"
Erik smiled; it was crooked, the smile that she finds irresistible, "Probably the same thought you're having now."
Knowing that his smile is lessening her rage (like it usually does), the woman dragged her eyes away from her husbands; she bowed her head slightly, her sights now on the buttons of his shirt.
"Please don't go Erik." she pleaded feebly.

Erik sighed again, but instead of sounding tired, he sounded crushed,
"Don't love," he whimpered, leaning his head against the top of hers, "Don't make me feel worse than I already am."

She raised her head by hearing his pain. The green reconnected to blue and she pressed her lips against his, Erik responding instantly without hesitation.
The kiss was needful as well as an apology to either party. She apologising for guilt-tripping him, and he for leaving.

The woman still doesn't want him to go, sensing that something awful shall happen if he did...how can she survive without him? Yet she cannot stop him. He wants to see his father, how can she stop that? After all the trouble he's caused them she knows Erik still cares for him. Maybe at last he will face up to his responsibilities, to apologise.
But still the sense of dread wouldn't leave her...

"Promise me you'll return." she begged against the kiss, her hands trailing down Erik's chest and resting round his waist, pulling to feel more of his body against hers.
"Of course I will," Erik replied hoarsely, not breaking the connection; one hand grazing down his wife's neck then across her collar bone, the other possessively wrapped round her, "Nothing will take me away from you."

She rubbed her lower body deeply against Erik's, causing a growl to erupt from the back of his throat. She smiled seductively by his reaction; biting Erik's bottom lip, slowly dragging it between her pointy teeth, she teased, "How I'm I going to satisfy myself now that you'll be away...?"

Erik pressed his forehead against hers, forcing eyes to be met, not giving either the opportunity to look away. He knew she was teasing, he knew this was just a weak attempt to get him to stay, but it still angered him to think of her with someone else: No one can have her.

His blue blazed with intensity in claim and ownership upon her sparkling green, "You'll just have to wait, no one else would be able to satisfy you the way I do..." and as his low voice spoke, his hands left where her collar bone and hip, and lightly stroked her bare silky shoulder blades, his palms pressing the skin; along with his lower body gradually pushing against her tighter and closer,
"Infact," he growled lowly, sending even more intense shivers through her, "No one else will be allowed. You belong to me my wife," a hand now pressing the bottom of her back to test their craving of intimate body contact; Christine exhaled heavily from his words and his urging touch; parting her legs, wanting more, "Only me, and I yours."

"I love you Erik," she declares hoarsely; her body shaking for her love for him as it roars tremendously in her heart, mind and body. She worships him just as much as he does her, always have and always will.
Erik trembled in pleasure knowing that his love matches hers and that she too was high in desire from it.
His father can wait; right now Erik needs release, he need's hers, he needs to yield himself on her to give them something to remember and look forward too for when he returns, he needs their love for one another to merge, to become one.
"I love you Christine," he growls passionately, never breaking their stare as his mouth caresses hers slowly to open, "Never parted," he vows domineeringly, "Forever mine..."

"CHRISTINE! CHRISTINE WAKE UP!"