DRABBLE THREE – A RARE SWEETNESS
Drabble Prompt: Nectarine
Nemeth sends nectarines with its princess when Camelot marks a year without its king.
They're uncommon in Camelot, but not unwelcome. These past months, sweetness seems a distant thing.
Mithian meets her in the royal gardens. The nectarines split in her hands like dawn through the clouds, juice running down her wrists. She offers it up like a ritual that Gwen has no name for. What can Gwen do but accept?
Light bursts on her tongue, but even that pales to the brightness of Mithian's smile, her intent gaze. And if Mithian's mouth should follow the fruit… Gwen ravenously devours.