Scarlet Star

[excerpt]
When Dove beheld Ofelia,
Her breath was stolen by slender brown fingers
Pulling a string of melody to twist in her ebony curls
Her brow arched to the ceiling
A slight parting in Doves lips
Were quickly hidden by her lace fan

Ofelia dipped into a curtsy
Pulling her dress to a puddle
The marigold silk opened like a flower
In the middle crouched
A crane-like woman

Her skin
The color of burnt umber
Shone a slight gold in the candlelight
Dove reached out her milky paw
And Ofelia placed her own on top of it
Noting how each others hands fell perfectly
In the crooks between their fingers
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-This story is in poem form, it follows the illicit romance between Dove and Ofelia two nobles that fall desperately in love and lust.