Verboten Lust

Chapter Two - Gabriel

The orange paint splashes on the canvas without any purpose. All the images in the world and I have yet to find an inspiration, a reason to paint. I have painted my mother but she died so long ago I forgot the small details that make my mother, her. I remember her light green eyes, her dark brown hair that reached her mid-back and the small freckle she had on her left cheek. Other than that, faceless images of my mother appear that makes me want to check my earlier paintings to find the one that does her justice.

There is a painting of my Mother and her true mate in the walkway where true quondam Kings and Queens of France resides. Only the current Kings and Queens can enter the room though.That painting fits her like a crown, captivating her calming nature, showing the beauty of a Queen. The past Queens do not compare to my mother, she is the only Queen that will be  authentic and genuine. She cared for her people, as they did her. When she passed I was not the only one mourning the lost. All of France placed purple lilies in front of the closed castle gates, that were once opened.

I placed the brush back on my canvas and begin to paint the finally stage of the flower Ranunculus, known for its healing powers, for humans according to the Natives. I draw from memory, extending each property of the beautiful flower when it hits the highest peak of blossom. My mother's light green eye sits in the background because she is the one who introduced me to different flowers and their meaning.

She would place the flower in the middle of her hand, blow on it so I can smell the blessing God has given us on Earth. Its tangy scent would scar my mind then she would crush the flower in her hand, letting the petals slip through her soft fingers. "When you find your mate, do not miss the beauty of nature son." I smiled at her not really understand what she meant. For hours we sat in the grass, wolf form, feeling the warmth of the brightness shining on us, until she nuzzled my neck telling me it was time to leave.

Fragrance of Sweet Pea, which its essence is found in Italy, disturbs me from my work. Madeline, is the only one who knows of my passion for the art of painting, my faire maiden. My little den is placed in the highest tower, furtherest away from people. Madeline's cheeks always matches her scent, sweet and pure.

When the door opens, her feet shuffles until she is close to me. Her heart is racing as if she is nervous and scared. I turn around to find Madeline's eyes widen, her cheeks are pulled down into a frown and arms crossed over her body, showcasing her breast. No matter how busty of a woman she is, I will not tempt myself in the area of sex, by taking her virtue. "Madeline what is wrong?"

I sit her down next to me as she places her head on my shoulder. "His Highness wants to see you, q-quickly." I take off and rinse my hands in the pall of water next to the door, wiping them dry on the towel next to bucket. I leave my sanctuary with the memories of my mother, they have no place for court. My bare feet scatters across the cold marble floor. It goes from a white marble to a dark black, horrors of the once Great Castle.

The lady-servants as well as men-servants all bow down as I paced before them. I really do loathe such formality. When I reach outside the scents all mingle withe each other, creating one vast scent. The citizens' all wave with bright smiles on their face, having the pleasure of seeing their future King.

A mere pup with curly hair, not over the age of six, runs from his friend. Their smiles showing such bliss and ignorance from this tortured world. His head stays behind him not looking in the general direction, focusing on his game. The little body collides with mine, he looks up and bows down, knowing I am his superior. The town gasps, dropping baskets, hands covering their mouths. They act as if I will harm the boy. On bended knee I tilt his head with the push of my finger, smiling.