One Offs: Random Rambles of a Crazed Fool

Imaginary Harem

My right hand cradled the back of my head as I pretended to be in a palace of my own. Instead of the hard ground, I relaxed on the softest satin and silk pillows embellished with jewels and fluffy tassels. I crossed my legs at the ankles as I sunk back into the soft depths.

'Ahh,' my mouth opened for one of my harem to deliver fruit, fresh, plump strawberries, into my mouth.

His deep voice rumbled. The was a former commander of the armies under my command. He wasn't demoted from his military status. No, I would never wound a gentleman's pride. He was my advisor, husband, and pain in my ass. 'My king..'

I sighed, giving him a tut as I bit into the offered fruit. My tongue moved around my lips to capture the runaway nectar. Isaac growled lowly in response. Good. He was watching.

'Husband.. Lover.. Baby.. Sweetie.. Honey..' He offered the rest of the berry to me after taking a bite for himself. My tongue lapped over his fingers before I continued. 'None of this King business when we are together, Bear. Hmm?'

A light chuckle came from the other side of the pillow pit. Both of our eyes trailed over the tall form of my third spouse. He preferred to be called wife. This was Milian. His skin was the color of the finest chocolate, where his hair was the color of gold, and his body was curvier than any woman.

'Our husband does not like for work to mix with pleasure.'

Milian's heavy accent wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I sent him a wink and patted the place beside me. His movements were gracious and cat like and left nothing to the imagination with his state of dress. It mattered not, Milian kept to the traditional dress of his people in the hotter months, like now, but wore more of my style when it came to winter. I loved him for it and would never change him. He was highly intelligent and cunning. Surprisingly, he was sent from his country as an assassin - see where that got him? I smirked when he rested his head on my shoulder and his hand patted my belly before he snaked his arm around my waist.

Sweet Milian turned toward me and kissed the place just below my ear. I felt him smile when he noticed the earrings he gifted me before he settled onto my shoulder again.

Isaac poked Milian on the cheek because Milian scoffed and swatted his hand away. 'F'quik.'

'Temper, honey,' I cooed, pressing a kiss into the blonde waves.

'I don't want to,' Milian pouted, clinging closer to me. As a truce, Isaac held up a strawberry toward our wife. He shifted, sniffing the air. Milian followed his nose when it came to food. Sitting up straighter and leaning forward, the dark beauty parted his sinful lips to accept the red berry from Isaac.

I held my breath as he moaned into the bite. The berries were fresh, grown on the grounds under his supervision. Retired assassin turned agricultural expert. Our wife truly had many talents that I had yet to unfold.

'Imp,' the former commander growled, using the side of his finger to catch the juice from the other's chin. My throat ran dry watching them flirt with each other. The two of them were enemies, long standing - ever since the assassination attempt.

Milian's long tongue darted out to chase after the finger but was unsuccessful. Isaac chuckled and popped smaller one in his mouth.

'My kin-- husband..'

By his tone, I knew he wanted to talk to me about castle business. I groaned. Isaac smiled. 'It must be said, my king. You must make a decision on our final battle plans, and your advisors tell me that you are going against their recommendations of not completing your visit to the famined south.'

'I want to go, Bear. I need to see the state of the poorest of my lands and immediately cast out those wicked nobles profiting off the poor.'

Another voice caused the softened assassin to jump slightly. 'You plan to do this undercover, Shine?'