In the Minds of Men

by MagicGirl41

A collection of drabbles written for the drabble challenges on THoC. Will include all kinds of genres, ratings, characters and pairings. Don't forget to drop a review, and enjoy! "The story we have been a part of will live long in the minds of men." Chapter twelve: On the day of her wedding, Gwen must let go of her past.

11. Passionate

Hey guys! Sorry that it's been so long-it's been a crazy year. I'm going to try to update here once a week from now on, but it might get a little hard. Basically I have to write two books by June 30th-my nanowrimo book (I did the young adult challenge so I still have most of the book to write-if I do it in time, I get five paperbacks of my story) and this thing that writers over on the Heart of Camelot are doing-the Chronicles Challenge. So for readers of In Fine Saeculorum, sorry, but it's going to be on haitus for a while :/ I'll probably post an AN or something over there at some point letting everyone know about that. So, without furthur ado, this week's drabble!

Title: Passionate

Prompt: Word prompt-Passionate

Summary:

Words: 239

Disclaimer: IDOM

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Cenrad groaned, and buried his face his hands. The bed sheet next to him were warm, but empty, and felt a growl of hopeless rage building inside of him.

The witch had done this to him. The witch with all of her irresistible charms, had beguiled him into a besotted, senseless shadow of the man her once was.

Upon occasion he believed that he had changed her as well. Behind her mask of indifference, so similar to his own, he saw a woman who took genuine pleasure in his company, and not just the company of his loins. They were the perfect match-calculating intelligence fueled by greed, justified arrogance layered with cool disdain, and a powerful lust for each other rivaled only by their lust for power. It was a dangerous game they played—constantly one-upping each other as one might in an impossible play for power, dancing with each other as one might dance with knives. Passion and romance were in constant danger of being poisoned by temper and greed. Some days they were lounging around and doing nothing, while others they were at each other's throats. Cenrad glanced at the empty bed. He could guess what day today was going to be.

He pulled on some pants and reached for his sword. He needed to make a plan, find Morgause, and execute it. But first, she'd probably be at breakfast.

Cenrad called for his wine taster.

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