Unkissed. (Rated R)

42.🐸

Our eyes interlock together as a gentle wind breezed by, with the sun shifting its horizon, a ray of sunlight kissed her cheek, illuminating the glow of her warm brown skin. Her royal pink dress cladded snugly on her body, outlining her voluptuous figure. I'm frozen, claimed by her ethereal beauty, unblinking, with a raging thump in my chest, and when her lips curled to a smile, she stole the last of my breath, immobilizing me in the process.

"I have been looking for you." She says to me. A star flicks in the corner of her eyes.

I'm lost in the moment of this tranquility yet again and my eyes cloud, involuntarily nodding as the corners of my lips curl in attempt to blink out of the fascination and restore my composure. Here I am standing before her in disarray, my dress suit ditched, and my dress shirt rolled up to my elbows, displaying the grisly scars and tattoos adorned on my skin.

I swallow gravely, ridding the smile that crept up. My head lowers and I discreetly try to unfold the sleeve from my arm. The feel of her eyes burns at the top of my head, and I could tell she was surveying the designs.

"I spoke with my husband," I hear her say, the hairs on my nape erect and I was slapped by a sharp chill at the word 'Husband.' I needed no more reminders that she is forever bounded to someone like Gunter. as disgusted as I was, I will always give her my full attention, and I do exactly that, peering up to her eyes again.

She adjusts her shoulders, raising her chin up with authority. "I am now the Queen, and my word is law. And with my word, you are free to speak, communication is a big requirement. Especially since it is you that I trust more to guard my life."

I couldn't help but be proud. Mentally applauding the woman that stands before me, raking my eyes down her body brazenly, reminiscing the old times.

She catches my eyes, and parts her lips before shying away. If only she could see the little boy jumping happily in me, or the thoughts that spiral in my mind.

The serenity returns once more and this time I don't hide the smile I have been dying to display, she is cautious, unable to hold my eyes for too long and continuously glanced away when her eyes deadpanned on my arm, reading one of the markings drawn onto my skin when the gaze was suddenly cut.

A movement on this inside of the royal shed behind me there were sounds of movement on the inside of the shed and cuts short, her eyes float aside me, trying to look beyond my larger frame. I stepped aside, allowing her to look wherever she pleased.

As she looked into the dark of the shed, angling her head just a tad bit to peer past my larger frame. At first, I'm hesitant, a part of my brain swirls with unease. But I will never be in her way.

I step aside just an inch, displaying the dark shed within and my eyes keen on hers, when I watch her smile slowly fade. My brows crease and I follow her gaze. Standing just at the center of the woodened floor, Charlotte with a smile. Starstruck and frozen as she has finally come face to face with the Queen.

Stars dance in all corners of her cerulean orbs, and her fair skin blushes. A moment Charlottes has truly longed for ever since we were little, to meet the queen. Unfortunately, back than in the castle that day Princess Tiana was sent away, leaving her vision a mystery. But now today, the queen stands before us and Charlotte beams with joy.

Gently striding over until she stands right in front of me and before Tiana, light tears brim her eyes, as her smile cements itself on her rosy lips. "My Queen." She bows, the exhilaration flows from her breath. And as her head lowers, droplets of tears fall onto the wood of the ground, after all these years she was still that cheery little girl on the inside, despite the danger that lurks behind her beauty.