Part 7 - Unspoken

By Milady Hawke


Warm body molded to my side and your arm draped protectively over my chest, your golden head nestled into my shoulder - I would not miss a precious moment of this. I would wish to be king of no one else.

Yet were your deft fingers not now trailing slowly down to the root of my desire, still do I think that I would not sleep.

The knowledge hangs heavy, unspoken between us, that Elves love but once in their immortal lives. And it lasts forever, something I cannot give you.

I wonder, love, what I have damned you to.

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