She was angry, no that was an understatement, she was livid. Every molecule in her body radiated anger as she watched the court convene, and that boy. That boy that her father traded her for, just thrown her aside and married her off to that.... that plebeian! like she was chattel to be given away. And now that boy served her ambrosia, HER gift to the gods! and it was taken from her
His hands where soft, his lips where softer and it sent chill from the point of contact straight into. and for a moment she could have sworn her hear stopped. "I know you. I don't know how but I know I know you."
It pained her heart to watch everything go on with no need for her, as if she never mattered. but as the court left, she could feel him. Like the sun was showing at night and it warmed her skin, and her heart. She melted into his hold, into his kisses. but nothing could prepare ehr for his words, a story, just for her.