"You're not Miaka"
Asha tilted her head looking up and couldn't believe how beautiful this man was who spoke to her. Suddenly unable to use her mouth, she merely shook her head reaffirming indeed that she was not Miaka.
Hotohori only laughed, "Well then, who are you my dear?" He had a soft spot for her already; perhaps she was the only woman (or person for that matter) who he thought to be his equal in beauty.
"I..I'm...I'm Asha."
"Asha. What a beautiful name that is. It suits you."
Looking around she realized that she had been in his lap for quite some time. Rolling off onto the floor, with a loud thump in case you were wondering, she bowed to him, "Please excuse my intrusion."
***No one was in the Throne room and it was at least 11pm and everyone was off to their own agendas.***
Kneeling down to run his hands through her hair, "The pleasure is all mine.Are you hungry, thirsty?" Moving closer to her, "Is there anything at all I can get you?"
First thing going through her mind is, 'How often do women drop out of the sky into his lap? He doesn't seem at all weirded out by all this' and 'Are all the men this friendly?' and 'Why is he petting me?'
"I'm not hungry.I was just wondering where I was." Pulling away because at this moment he was sniffing her hair.and that just wasn't cool.
"All will be explained later. Perhaps it is time for you to go to bed."
Leading her to a very ornate room he walked in closing the door behind him. "How do you like it?"
"It's a very nice room," Looking around, "If this is the guest room I'd love to see what your room looks like."
Locking the door and removing his robe, "This is my room."
"What??!"
To be continued.
Asha tilted her head looking up and couldn't believe how beautiful this man was who spoke to her. Suddenly unable to use her mouth, she merely shook her head reaffirming indeed that she was not Miaka.
Hotohori only laughed, "Well then, who are you my dear?" He had a soft spot for her already; perhaps she was the only woman (or person for that matter) who he thought to be his equal in beauty.
"I..I'm...I'm Asha."
"Asha. What a beautiful name that is. It suits you."
Looking around she realized that she had been in his lap for quite some time. Rolling off onto the floor, with a loud thump in case you were wondering, she bowed to him, "Please excuse my intrusion."
***No one was in the Throne room and it was at least 11pm and everyone was off to their own agendas.***
Kneeling down to run his hands through her hair, "The pleasure is all mine.Are you hungry, thirsty?" Moving closer to her, "Is there anything at all I can get you?"
First thing going through her mind is, 'How often do women drop out of the sky into his lap? He doesn't seem at all weirded out by all this' and 'Are all the men this friendly?' and 'Why is he petting me?'
"I'm not hungry.I was just wondering where I was." Pulling away because at this moment he was sniffing her hair.and that just wasn't cool.
"All will be explained later. Perhaps it is time for you to go to bed."
Leading her to a very ornate room he walked in closing the door behind him. "How do you like it?"
"It's a very nice room," Looking around, "If this is the guest room I'd love to see what your room looks like."
Locking the door and removing his robe, "This is my room."
"What??!"
To be continued.