Prologue
Bittersweet memories invaded the woman's mind as salty tears poured down her smooth, silky cheek. How did it come to be like this? How could she let this happen? Her mind replayed that unforgettable night, torturing her.
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"Please Jon, help me. I'm scared." She whispered tightly, gazing up into stunning blue eyes.
"I'm scared too," was the response she received. "We can be scared together."
And with that the young man reached down and picked the young lass up in his strong arms and kissed her willing lips eagerly, yet still maintaining a gentle touch. He took his time, kissing her thoroughly as he walked towards his giant bed, the covers already down. A flame twinkled brightly on a nearby table adding to the romantic atmosphere.
Her body seemed to be on fire as the prince ran his hand up and down her back, creating her to shiver involuntarily. "Cold?" he murmured in between passionate kisses. "I think I can fix that." And with that he allowed them to fall backwards onto his comfortable, royal blue bed.
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She buried her face in her hands with a groan. That night had seemed so magical, so promising. But she had been an ignorant fool then. He said she wasn't good enough for him, not lady like. But he didn't seem to think that that night. It was just so...aggravating...heartbreaking. 'Well he might think he got the last laugh,' she thought to herself. 'But I am Sir Alanna of Trebond, the first lady knight in over a century, the famous Lioness.' She smiled roguishly as a plan began to enfold in her mind. 'A lady he wants? Then a lady he gets...'
A/N: They were only playing scrabble, I promise!!! :) A little on the short side, but its just the prologue. (I'll make the chapters longer) Send me a review and tell me if I should continue with the story! :)
PS: Just in case yall were wondering, there won't be any explicit love scenes (if you know what I mean) in my story. I don't do that kinda stuff!!
Till Next Time,
*~*SportzGurl*~*
Bittersweet memories invaded the woman's mind as salty tears poured down her smooth, silky cheek. How did it come to be like this? How could she let this happen? Her mind replayed that unforgettable night, torturing her.
******
"Please Jon, help me. I'm scared." She whispered tightly, gazing up into stunning blue eyes.
"I'm scared too," was the response she received. "We can be scared together."
And with that the young man reached down and picked the young lass up in his strong arms and kissed her willing lips eagerly, yet still maintaining a gentle touch. He took his time, kissing her thoroughly as he walked towards his giant bed, the covers already down. A flame twinkled brightly on a nearby table adding to the romantic atmosphere.
Her body seemed to be on fire as the prince ran his hand up and down her back, creating her to shiver involuntarily. "Cold?" he murmured in between passionate kisses. "I think I can fix that." And with that he allowed them to fall backwards onto his comfortable, royal blue bed.
*******
She buried her face in her hands with a groan. That night had seemed so magical, so promising. But she had been an ignorant fool then. He said she wasn't good enough for him, not lady like. But he didn't seem to think that that night. It was just so...aggravating...heartbreaking. 'Well he might think he got the last laugh,' she thought to herself. 'But I am Sir Alanna of Trebond, the first lady knight in over a century, the famous Lioness.' She smiled roguishly as a plan began to enfold in her mind. 'A lady he wants? Then a lady he gets...'
A/N: They were only playing scrabble, I promise!!! :) A little on the short side, but its just the prologue. (I'll make the chapters longer) Send me a review and tell me if I should continue with the story! :)
PS: Just in case yall were wondering, there won't be any explicit love scenes (if you know what I mean) in my story. I don't do that kinda stuff!!
Till Next Time,
*~*SportzGurl*~*