King of Atlantis: Love in the Deep

Legend

Thousands of years ago...

Atlantis.

Many have written about the legendary city, even the famous philosopher Plato. The city of Atlantis was known to be a mighty naval power that stood beside the ancient city of Athens. The city of Athens was known throughout ancient Greece and other nations, but Atlantis was greater.

The city of Atlantis had power and knowledge and was much more advanced than any civilization.

The Atlanteans had weaponry that amazed all those whose eyes looked upon them. No city or nation dared cross the Atlanteans, fearing that Atlanteans would conquer them.

Legends say that the people of Atlantis were descendants of the gods.

Within the powerful nation lived a powerful king. The king kept his people at bay and protected his kingdom; with fear.

However, he was known to be a power-hungry ruler who wanted more land and all to know his name.

He was 5'10 tall, with an inverted triangle muscular build where some of his veins were shown. His olive skin was tough to the touch, his short curly shoulder-length hair was dark as the night, and his green eyes glowed in the darkness. His eyebrows were slightly uneven, which gave him a slightly arrogant look; he also had a nicely trimmed dark beard that made him look more masculine and mature. His name was Trystan.

He would sleep with the most beautiful women from many neighboring nations, married or not. The king had gold, power, and status.

King Trystan had all that he wanted.

One night, the king put on a feast to celebrate the gods. Nobles were the only ones that Trystan invited into the palace. There were dancers, entertainers, musicians, and slaves within the palace.

The nobles heard music throughout the palace walls and chatter and laughter among the nobles. Tables of food and wine were everywhere. As the nobles celebrated from below, the king was above in his chambers, on his bed, pleasuring an unknown noblewoman. Her moans echoed within the bedroom walls.

Trystan thrust into the woman from behind as he drank his cup of wine. He went faster into the woman, but he got himself out of her and released on his bedsheets before he would find release. "You have pleasured me, woman. Leave my presence."

The woman, still naked, looked at the king in a beseeching manner. "My king, you and I have been intimate for a while. I believed that you-"

Trystan dressed in his clothing but did not look at the woman. "You should have known by now that I have bedded many women before you; more beautiful, to be exact. You were nothing more than an object to be used for my pleasure. I tire of you. If you value your life, you will leave my presence; if not, I will offer you to the gods."

The woman got dressed as tears fell from her eyes. She went past him and left his chambers.

The king gave out a laugh. "Women, they do not know their place." He got out of his chambers and walked down towards the festivities. As he walked down, the music stopped, as did everyone.

All bowed before him.

It gave Trystan satisfaction that his people knew their place and gave him the respect he believed rightfully belonged to him. "Continue with the festivities!"

The music was being played, and the nobles continued their conversations.

Trystan got another cup of wine and drank. Many noblewomen went to him, trying to seduce him. Fathers and mothers would introduce him to their daughters. To him, their attempts were futile but comical.