Belstram
She fought like a cornered wildcat, her small slender hands beating uselessly against the solid wall of his chest.
He let her.
More than that he savored her fire.
Strength in a female was a rare and precious blessing to find in the realms, often crushed by those who don't know how to nurture it.
But in his Queen? It didn't merely exist; it flared, erupting in every furious kick, every breathless curse spilling forth from those lush lips, like pearls falling from a broken necklace.
And she was his, the thought went through him like an ancient beat, absolute.
Truth as old as the mountains, as certain as the turning of the stars.
God had finally granted his wishes.
After generations of war, of blood spilled, and centuries of bearing the crushing weight of this kingly curse.
He had been sent a queen. A true queen, forged in fire, worthy of this throne, worthy of him.
"My queen chooses flight," he stated, voice low resonating, a sound of dark amusement colored his words. "She is swift. She is strong."
Furious kittenish sounds fill the air as she turned her head and spat directly into his face. Shock ran through him, not of anger, but of startled admiration for the sheer, fearless defiance of the act.
Then, he laughed. A deep, guttural sound ripped from deep within his chest, echoing in the silence.
It was the sound of dark joy, of celebrating one's destined equal. It seemed to steal the breath from her, as she leaned into him.
"You are fire," he whispered, the words steeped in a reverence that bordered on awe, the predatory hunger glimmering in his eyes.
"And you will burn for me. For this throne."
She lashed out again, her heel striking his shin with surprising force,for such a slender female, she knew which pressure points to aim for.
He drew a sharp breath, the pain a fleeting distraction, but it only served to heighten the strange, exhilarating tension coiling within him.
He hoisted her slender form over his shoulder, her hands beating a staccato beat on his back.
He grinned and made his way towards the sacred hall. It was already prepared: His people, had arranged it when they saw him carrying her .
She was his salvation, even if she doesn't know it.
Yet..