Unkissed. (Rated R)

43.🐸

Side by side we stroll down across the kingdoms land, the field is of the purest green, they sway like waves as the wind brushes through the stems of the grass, gently tickling at my ankles. It was a different scenery, behind the castle was ethereal, radiating nothing but life, life fit for a Queen. I shift my eyes from the land to the little swan aside me.

Out of everything there was to see. My eyes only craved to see her.

"This land has stories." She tells me, stepping forward on a mini hill that descends to the field below it. Her gown flows with the wind, and her glossed curls bounce in sync. "My father tells me this land wasn't like this when my great grandfather was King. The trees were far to withered and the soil was poison, he spent the majority as his life as king, digging throughout all these acres, replanting what was lost."

It was like she held my hand and we jumped to the past. Yet the shivers that race down my spine disrupts the symphony I was to feel in this moment. The hairs erect sharply onto my nape, the breeze of the wind only enhancing the cold that runs through my blood stream. With Tiana gazing out into the field, my eyes slid just a little higher above her.

A window in the second story of the castle, and a skeletal silhouette that stood behind an all-white curtain. We were being watched.

"Shall we go down?" She cuts my stare, and our eyes meet again.

"Yes, my queen." I extend my palm to her yet again, leading first as I descend down the mini hill. And as she slid her soft palm onto mine, that same electrical flick occurs again.

Her skin was warming up and her hands trembled leaving me to only grip a lighter firmer. My chest rams to the feel of her touching me and it was evident by the way my chest rose and fell, my breathing was heavy and before I knew it there was a strain down below.

I clear my throat, ripping away the eye contact in case of any other wondering eye, continuing on as we descended with her hands entangled in mine. My strides are minimal, knowing my legs are longer, but I make it down before her and I turn fully extending another hand for her to grip. Cautiously she is keen on her steps but smiles in gratitude seeing me.

Despite our caution, her gown was long, and the ends were caught under thin of her heels, a breath gust from Tiana's lips and in a nano second, she slid from the top, her hands tighten on me for protection. My instincts activate and my arms wrap around her as I fell back.

I groaned to a sharp pain that shoots at the back of my head, all whilst trying not to look at the beaming sun, its rays are like knives slicing through my brain.

"Queen Tiana, are you alright?" The maids speak at once as they rushed to the scene.

My fingers were dug into soft strands of curly hair, but as the ache in my head subdues, I glanced down the little swan in my hands. She trembles with fear, and I huffed, blowing the top strands of her hair with my breath, she snugged in my arms, no scratch.

She is nestled into me, her head rests on my chest with her hands clenching my suit until she lifts her head. The strands rests on her face and I use a finger to glide them off until our eyes meet. "You're alright my Queen." I breathed lullingly, curling my lips at the corners.

And in her moment of tranquility, she huffs back, laughing at the moment.

"My queen," The maids interfere, "Please take my hand." One of them reach out.

"No, it's ok. I'm alright." There was a twinkle in her eyes as she looks back at me. "I am more than ok." she breathed.

Things only took a turn when her knee brushed between in between my thigh. Her brows creased and she rubbed it again. "Oh, dear I'm sorry. I think I am rubbing your pistol."