A Little Taste of Heaven

I'm glad you guys once again enjoyed the preview. I'm sorry that I'm behind on replying to reviews. I got back from Florida, but we're moving this week to a new house so things are a bit hectic. I also don't have a title for this one yet, sorry.

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(Not Yet Titled)

Summary: Tensions between Sparta and Athens are developing. It is not bound to get better when the favorite Spartan Princess, Blair is stolen and given as a gift to an Athenian Prince, Chuck. (Summary is not my best, I know.)

Setting: Sparta and Athens, Ancient Greece

Includes: Romance, Drama, Violence, Angst, and much more!

Inspiration: Troy, Cleopatra, AP Art History Class, & longtime fascination with Ancient Worlds

Preview: Here's a scene from the story. It is not the first scene of chapter one, but is from there. I have yet to title the chapter or the story. Enjoy.

Blair stared at him with widened, anxiety filled eyes. She held her pink himation around her small frame; chestnut curls spilled down her back and in front of her clothed cleavage. The servant girl had prepared her hair with roses and a crown of uniquely set rubies. Due to the refusal to further prepare for whatever man awaited her, her feet were bare. The sandals had been left behind in her foreign chambers.

"You really do have comparable beauty to Helen of Troy," Chuck remarked with a mischievous smile. His eyes raked her form up and down in appreciation. They certainly did not make them like her where he resided, Athens. With one first smooth step, he strode towards her.

"Helen of Sparta," Blair spat in correction. She narrowed her eyes and took steps away from him until her back hit the wall. He did not stop, but appeared in front of her. Her leg rose as if she prepared to kick, which she had.

He eyed it and chuckled. "Calm yourself, pretty." His hand grazed her leg gently and pushed it straight again. She gasped at his touch, but then bit down hard on her bottom lip. His fingertips lifted to caress her cheek.

"You're royalty," he said with a confident nod.

She looked away and closed her eyes when his hand brushed down her neck and across the tops of her breasts. "Yes," Blair responded with a nod. Her body tensed and she found it hard to breathe. There was a strange, dangerous alluring way about him.

"I know—do not think I am not well aware—your revolting uncle stole me from my home. My mother is an Empress of Sparta, her brother was given the throne from their father." Her eyes snapped open and she caught his gaze again.

"Must you be so cross with me? I have no intention to hurt the most cherished Princess of Sparta. Your uncle only has sons, but the grape vine tells that he favors you," Chuck admitted his knowledge with a smug smirk.

Her eyes sparkled with the tiniest bit of hope. "Set me free then. You will be rewarded in ways you cannot imagine, one being that when they come for revenge I shall ask them not to slice you from navel to nose," Blair offered. She flashed a malicious grin, pearly whites revealed.

He only returned it with an unimpressed, amused look. "The Spartans are famous here for nothing, but barbaric, cheap battle. There is a reason my uncle stole you so easily. Here in Athens we have not only strength, but far more intelligent minds than any warrior in your land," he mocked.

Her eyes lit up like fire and she pursed her lips. Then her hands flew forward and she gave the greatest of shoves to his chest. It did not do much, but that had to do more with her size than her strength.

He stumbled back a step and burst into a deep chuckle. Then he moved forward and grabbed hold of her arm. "You do not surely think you will harm me do you? You're one of the tiniest females I've ever seen."

"And you are one of the tiniest males I've seen," Blair smirked. Her eyes flickered down to what pressed against his cloth. She ignored the fact he was enjoying their encounter far too much. Then she stormed away from him as if she could walk right out of Athens and back to Sparta.

Chuck's laughter halted and he stormed after her. He grabbed hold of her roughly and pushed her back against a stonewall. "You shall not speak to me like that! I could have you executed!" he raged. There was something in the pit of his stomach he did not like.

"Do it then! I would rather die a respectable death than become some tyrant's whore!" Blair spat. She showed no fear in her eyes, but her breathing became uneven. She was not sure what would happen. All she really wanted was to return home to her beloved Kingdom of Sparta. Perhaps if she could not in her current life though, the Gods would look kindly upon her in the next.

Chuck's angered expression fell from his countenance. He slowly let up on his harsh grip, but did not let go. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was a strange feeling in his stomach. At first he tried to ignore it, but it would not let up. He pulled her with him towards his chambers.

"Do not let her leave my room," Chuck ordered to the guards as they entered. The doors shut and locked behind him. He then gave her a light shove to the bed.

Blair stared at him in confusion. She sat down and reached her hands up to her sleeves, but did not pull them down. Instead, she continued to watch him.

"Don't." Chuck stopped her before she took it too far and he couldn't hold himself back. He walked over to the gold bowl of water and cleaned his face. Then he dried it off and walked back over to where she sat on the bed.

"Take off your jewelry," he nodded. She glared, but did as told. He took it from her and threw it to the ground. Then he pushed her shoulders so that she lied down on the pillows.

"I prefer to undress myself. Allow me that much dignity," Blair seethed. She tried to push him up off her, but only found he no longer held her down. Instead, her eyes followed him as he walked to the other side and stripped off his clothing. She quickly looked away and hugged herself.

"Keep your clothes on. I never sleep with a woman who isn't willing in one sense or another," Chuck smirked as he whispered in her ear. His voice was smooth, low, and sultry.

Blair gasped and turned around. He was already lying down though. She took her place beside him, but as far as she could. Then she put a pillow between them. "Well, then you shall never bed me," she scoffed.

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Closing Note:

Well that was the preview for the fourth story. Tell me what you think and if you'd like for me to post the next preview for the next story on the list. Remember, there are a total of five! For now anyways…

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Shelby