Unkissed. (Rated R)

72.👑

There is a featherily feel gliding up my arm, I listen to the soft-spoken voices of women in the room, being instructed by a voice closer to ear shot. Forcibly I peel open the lids of my eyes to colors of grey and white and an imbalance of disorienting objects. The ceiling swirls above me and the chandelier appears to be going in an out. As though I had awakened from a deep slumber, and seeing color and light for the first time in a long time, there is a hefty weight above me and I am beyond dehydrated.

Steadily I attempt to lift my hand, or twiddle my fingers, but my body wouldn't comply. My brows knitted tightly, and I squeezed my eyes, why is I can't remember how to lift my hand or move my bones? I attempt for another, and failed, but this time I release a slight groan in the room, and everything quiets around me.

"My Queen." Came a voice. The voice that was planted aside me, a feminine voice, soft sultry, yet it simultaneously was drawling and slurring its speech, as if time was warping.

"Please relax," it says again, cold hands touch the surface of my forearm, and I slightly jerked. "Forgive me." it beckoned

Words can't fathom at the tip of my tongue, but I was able to release a low groan, shifting my body to feel my surroundings, and felt the warm sheets of soft fur, and pillows that sink to the weight of my head. -- My bed.

Why is it I feel as though I was swimming in darkness, walking mindlessly, was this a slumber my body has been beckoning for? except it left my soul in the void. No sound, no light and not those golden honey eyes - that part alone left a void too big to fill.

The warping of time suddenly subsides by the sudden beat of my heart, and the swirling vision steadies, the noise heightens around me, and I could hear the airy patters of shoes scurrying along my floor and silent murmurs. A scent drifts along into my nasal streams, and I twisted my head to the figure aside me.

Maids gasping in astonishment behind her, as her rosy lips stretched to a genuine smile. "Tiana, my queen."

Bits of muscle memory were starting to come back, and I try and prop myself onto my elbows. Charlotte lifts herself to aid me and a few maids come around my other side to help sit up.

"Some water." Charlotte says to the maid on my other side, and a room temperature glass was presented to me.

"Just grip it my queen, wrap your hand around it."

I questioned why she spoke to me like a first grader, but as she said it, something snapped in my brain, and I remembered how to hold a glass. The liquid wasn't cold, neither was it too hot, it held a perfect chill that crisped my dry tongue. Why is it this water tasted so good. Gripping the glass with trembling fingers I tilted the rim, eager to pour more down my throat, and quench this undeniable dried throat, ignoring the spilling liquid dripping down the corner of my lips and slithering down into my chest.

I glanced to Charlotte at the last drop, and she nodded, to the maid. More fresh water was poured into my glass, and I downed the whole liquid in one go.

"We got food prepared for you but were going to get you bathed first."

With the help of the maids around Charlotte, I am pulled to my feet, a wights drops to my legs and I almost tumbled, wincing to the cold, as if I am walking on broken glass. Each woman holding my arm until I entered the royal bathroom. A maid dips behind me and unzips my gown, the dress pools around me, leaving me bare to everyone around, a cold breeze hits the top of my nipples as Charlotte surveys my brown skin, analyzing for what I could only tell would be marks before she nodded.

My tub is filled with a steaming bath, that had been readied for me in the nick of time, garnished with petals of red roses and the scent of lavender.

Two maids gently guided me in, and I melted to the soothing kiss of the water. Temperature sitting on the edge of warm and boiling hot, my pores stretch open as I embrace the touch and the soft roses.