Re: Facultative | 4-24-2019 | Evening
A shadow passed under Eva’s door, one she would see block the light from her side of the ornate barrier. The shadow lingered, then vanished and Nathaniel appeared from the darkest corner of the royal bed chamber. His gaunt and gloomy form glided toward the foot of Eva’s massive bed frame and he only paused when his hand reached the gold embellishment. “The queen has summoned her dark lord?” Nate questioned with a playful glint in his otherwise serious eyes.
Nate watched her, intently, his prying and penetrative stare against her lovely, radiant form. He circled the corner of the bed and moved toward where she was perched on the edge. His better judgement failed and the god of shadows dropped to one knee and scooped her bare foot from its position, dangled for bait. He caressed her skin and kissed the top of it. “Tell or don’t,” he teased. “Either way I’ll busy myself,” he explained with a fond smile toward his love.