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9) King
The icy winds of the north made him smile as he looked over his lands. This was his realm; dark, harsh and cold only warriors prospered here and he was ruler over all of it. He was the King. A small voice whispered in his head that his time would soon be over, that all empires would one day fall, even his, but he ignored it. He knew this would not last forever so he intended to enjoy it while he could. The blood in his veins sang for battle and despite his idiotic smile, he was a master fighter. Well his body did call for something else or rather someone.
He closed his eyes as a picture of her appeared in his mind. He'd encountered her again only about 20 years ago, centuries since they'd first met in their childhood, and she had entrenched herself in his head. He'd been vividly reminded of his cihldhood crush. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't even sleep with other women without comparing them to her. She was fiery, a warrior, stubborn, passionate; but she was also protective and caring. She valued her family and people above all else. On top of that she was beautiful and sexy. The only problem was she didn't like him.
So maybe their reunion hadn't gone great (he had spent the whole time mainly gawking at her) and she had ended it by nearly punching him. Still she was the only woman worthy to be his queen. No other would do and eventually she would be his. He never did know how to give up and he knew that she would be worth it in the end. He could hear one of his men approaching and closed his eyes. Enough fantasy for one day; he had work to do. Being the king was harder then most people thought. He stood up straight and prepared to hear whatever news the man had to bring. Right before he turned around he spared one last glance across the waves to the west. England; one day she would be his again.
AN: Sorry that this is pathetically short but I really didn't know how to extend this prompt more.