2 - Voice

The feel of a whisper along her ear, in the dark. It was night and she sank into it's deep folds welcoming it, because soon it would be her home.

He always came to her at night when the palace wasn't to full of guards and Amon had to do something elsewhere. Couldn't have any interruptions in the night.

Except for that low mutter, telling her of the future they would have together. That slow deliberate melody that he created when those lips parted.

She couldn't help craving it. The way her name rolled of his tongue sent chills down her spine. Not the bad kind, the good kind. Sweet, dark, candy. Just delicious.

That's all she wanted. To hear him spin tales of the city below her window, of what happened in the night and their future. She loved it.

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