In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
When a new lover flickers their gaze at the sky, the sun promptly sets.
"So then... how does it look?"
"Amazing."
"Is it odd? Or does it need more tailoring?"
Far from it. I thought to myself. Though my thoughts were raging with a million things and more, my mouth was nearly glued shut—mute as if I were incapable of speaking.
If it weren't for her extreme height and eccentrically-colored hair and eyes, I would have thought we were back on Earth again; the attire Mellie—my wife and my Queen wore would surely be a sight for others who have never recognized a concept such as this grace their precious world of Aikean, but for me, it felt like utter and complete...
Familiarity.
Lavania observed her figure in the large mirror presented to her in the hotel suite we shared together at one of the detached villas located at the resort's sites. Beside her, Vibiana, her handmaiden and the younger sister of the mastermind behind all the innovative garments she's been wearing thus far was ensuring her Queen's entire look had absolutely no flaws one could nitpick from it.
The ensemble she wore catered perfectly to her slim body, height, and other important features that decided where a clothing piece was worth wearing. It was a jumpsuit piece made of very light silk material—a Kladenian special that Mellie's silk farms have grown so all the products were made locally and supported the community with purchase. The color scheme differed from white to a light golden-orange of various patterns that reminisced the tropical weather we were currently in. It was cinched at the waist, creating a lovely dimension within the garb and the remainder of the jumpsuit went down to her legs which she accessorized with some lovely strapped sandals; appropriate for walking about the hotel in luxurious comfort.
Vibiana finished adjusting Mellie's hair that she had braided and adorned with lovely hair ribbons and sparkling clips before she looked back proud at her work, "You're all ready, Your Majesty!" She cheered.
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Mellie altered the braid that was left swaying like a long tight rope behind her back and flipped it over her shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work, Vibi." She praised her.
Her handmaiden beamed, her cheeks lighting up with a bright red of pleasure. "It is my utmost satisfaction to serve you, my Queen." She replied.
Mellie turned to me, her eyes observing what I was wearing for this early morning, her eyes trickling over me as she studied me carefully; I felt hot under her gaze, I could never quite grasp the feeling it left me with when her entire attention was focused solely on me. But would I be a greedy man if I said I only wanted those shimmering blue-yellow eyes to be engrossed on me and me only?
She slowly strutted over to me, meeting me halfway before smiling, "It looks good on you." She complimented me.
