The Princess was shaken and unsure but deep inside she felt a Spring of Hope. the sacred power of the bloodstone in the core of her being.
As the Princess and her Treasure came up the ridge, she could see Him, strong and proud, waiting.
The time of sacrifice had come.
The time to surrender her love to that which she hated.
His face, one moment so full of beauty and in the next, so dark and so deep you would be lost forever.
He stood before her.
His eyes taunted her.
His beauty tempted her.
She could feel his energy.
Everything about him heightened her senses.
He moved toward her.
Too close to breathe.
His lips brushed