An Awfully Long Slow Burn

Reign she thought, what kind of name was that? She suspected his father was far too patriarchal and that his mother just went along with it hoping the name would bring strength. She takes a deep breath as she realizes she had nowhere else to go but forward, this was all a bit dramatic and drawn out she thought. With the thought in mind that this was going to be quick and easy she lurched forward and before she knew it she was knocking on the big wooden doors.

"Come in."

And so, she did, the first thing she saw was not the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining the walls or the gold embroidered desk, or even the statue of a sphinx watching her from the corner of the room, but it was the man standing by the window. He was facing her, eyes following her as she walked further into the room like a cat. He was tall, not just tall he had a presence around him, one that seeped into Celine's skin and down into her stomach, something that made her joints vibrate. Dark, dark, hair and even darker eyes, a hard complexion, one that has seen many things, one that has been reborn many times. She was afraid, for the first time in a very long time Celine was afraid of the man in front of her, the dare rolling of his skin in waves.

"Would you like to sit down?"