“Speaking of drunk, I have wine in my room. Shall we indulge? I’ve never seen you have more than a few sips, Maxen.”
He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed her. “I will drink. Let me dress and fetch the bottle.”
He hopped out of bed, and Audra admired his magnificent, muscular backside with a satisfied smile on her face and he slipped into his trousers, but the spotted a smear of blood on his lower arm.
“Maxen, you’re still bleeding.”
“Nothing to worry about.” He dragged his tunic over his head and glanced over his shoulder at her. “But oh…”
“What?”
“I’ve gotten my blood all over that pretty face of yours.”
Maxen sat on the bed beside Audra, licked his thumb, and scrubbed the dried blood from her face. Then he leaned down and kissed her.
“I don’t want to stop kissing you or touching you,” he said.
“I think we can break for refreshment.”
He let out a playful growl. “I don’t want to, but I will.”
After giving Audra another long kiss, he rose and padded from the room, and Audra stretched out in the bed. She was relaxed and in love, and she pushed away any feelings of guilt. Those could be managed later. During this week, Maxen would be the husband of her heart, and if the gods saw fit to strike her down for her transgressions, it would all be worth it.
Maxen’s quiet footsteps padded back to the room; however, an unfamiliar voice spoke just outside the chamber door.
“Sir Knight, would you and the queen care to share in the festivities downstairs? You are most welcome.”
With a cheeky grin, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Tom’s bent knees. When he saw the slight apprehension in
“You’re insatiable and I’m hungry,” she remarked while jumping out of bed before Ray had time to grab her. Heading for the bathroom, she turned her head to see him drop back down on the pillows putting his hands behind his head with a satisfied smile.
Lowering her frail body to the bed, he moved his calloused fingers to caress her arms. It was a useless gesture, but one he’d done so many times before.
He reached down and started to roll her over gently onto her front so he could pick her up and take her to get help.
Recognizing the sadness in her voice, he looked up at her, “What’s up Riles?” His eyes are softer than they have been in week and his hand is reaching across the bed for hers, burning circles into the skin of her hand with his thumb.
Daryl gently laid her down on their bed, and ran his hand down her sweat glistened torso. She made a whimpering sound in her throat and arched her back, the action pressing her breasts in to his face.
She poured a cup for herself and one for me. “Drink up.” She downed the glassed.
Freewriting is a technique used to help someone get words onto paper without regard to spelling, grammar, or any of the usual writing guidelines that we follow. It simply is the act of putting words onto paper for a certain length of time to stir some type of thought. Often the material is raw and scattered but that is exactly what is expected.
Audra pictured herself living there with Maxen, jammed up against one another in a tiny bed. Perhaps the would be poor or hungry sometimes, but that seemed like a small price to pay for happiness. She often pictured an alternate future, one where he and she had wed, and she wondered if he did the same.
Audra stood up from her seat and glanced down at Maxen. No matter what happened, they could never act on their love for one another. If they did, lives would be lost (likely their own), and the kingdom might even topple around them. Such a scandal, a queen’s affair with the First Knight, would cause chaos. She had to hide her love, now and for all her days. This was how it had to be.
“Don't mention it.” I said shortly. She shook her head adamantly, still clutching my hands.
She laughed, but the naughty suggestion made her insides clench. “Depends how drunk you get me,” she said with a wink.
You heard Calvin talking and knew he was doing a video but decided to walk in anyways. You waited until he wasn 't talking and was editing his video. "Cal?"
"No... I—I wanted to apologize. For everything. For what I said, did, told... I was mad, out of my head and I was childish when I did what I did. It was your private life, it was your secret and I shouldn 't have been such a... Bitch." She looked at him in the eyes. "It was an immature thing to do and I don 't want to ruin everything we had because of a thing you had... Or did... Whatever."
I sit alone on the floor in a room. I am blinded by some sort of cloth covering my eyes and can hear nothing but muffled voices in the room next to this one. As I sit, the sweat on my forehead accumulates in the dread of his arrival.