In the kingdom where the sun kisses. The silver Rivers ruled a king with
an appetite that caused queasy shivers. He gazed with yearning upon a luscious maiden
his type. Her skin was so soft and with curves so ripe. She
danced amidst the lilies, unaware of royal desires, too dirty to bear her
heart, a captive of another's charm, a knight who held her with his
strong, warm arm. The king watched in envy as the knight ravaged his
maiden with pure delight. He spotted them in meadows, quenching each other's thirsts.
It was more than an affair, They were each other's firsts. The
king was consumed with a burning desire. The sight before him stoked a perverse
fire. He longed to make her his concubine, to steal her from the
night and put her in line. The king's heart burned in the worst jealousy
of the knight, who loved her, for she too loved he. As
the two young lovers earned each other's trust, the king's tormented soul wanted only
to ravage and thrust. He wanted her for himself, as an object to
possess the Knight's love for her. The king could not match or confess.
His craving for her body and beauty was so intense he had to make her
his own at any expense. One night, he watched as she bathed in
the nude in the lake under the moon and stars in solitude. He watched
as she surrendered, caressing her own groin as she moaned in ecstasy. He
charged in quickly to join. He appeared out of nowhere, an unwelcome guest,
urging her to reveal her bare body and breast. The King, in
silks and shadows, called her forth, promised the moon and stars of untold
Worth, his voice a tickled touch upon her ear, aimed to conquer and
capture her for his harems fear. Then he dropped his pants and revealed his
large throbbing fruit, grabbing and pulling her close like an arrogant brute. Now
the King was a very handsome man in his own right. Women would faint
at his gaze and blush in plain sight, and he was well known as
a lady's man. His charm was as vast as his kingdom span. Yet
upon this maiden his sights did set a conquest unclaimed the most challenging. Yet,
Though many a lady had graced his bed, it was she who danced
in his veins and head as stars twinkled above in the heavenly light. He
planned to take her home and bed her that night, but her heart belonged
to the better man, the knight of her heart. Under love's grand plan.
There steadfastly stood the maid, her voice a sigh, Great King,
I cannot heed your plea, nor lie, for there is another who has
claimed this heart for him for earthly riches. I'd not part subdue your will
to mine alone. For my dark desires, your sins will atone For I
am the master. You are my slave. Your body is my property I
shall own to the grave. Then suddenly from the trees emerged the Knight,
so brave, running in without a second thought for his love to save,
he yelled, let go at once, or I shall use my sword.
The king, furious, replied, how dare you threaten your lord? Enraged
by such a bold and chaste denial, the King decreed the Knight must face
a trial, for who could dare to steal from me? A prize?
Must prove his worth neath the Almighty's eyes. A flicker of fury in the
King's deep gaze. His longing twisted into a dark maze. To challenge for
your hand, Your knight must dare prove his love's worth. At the turney
Fair, the maiden, released from the king's grasp, rushed away, with
her clothes tightly in clasp. The duel was set for the following day,
but it was expected the night with his life would pay. The next night,
subjects near and far came to witness the duel. His friends and foes,
all stood and sat waiting for the king's rule. The king was fiercely
prepared, sword in hand, gripped tight to claim his maiden in a cruel
cockfight. As dusk fell soft upon the cheering crowd, a twist unfolded,
first quiet, then loud. The maiden stepped forth in armor, clad twas
she who fought for love, both fierce and glad. Her eyes raised,
her eyes alight with flame. The king, in shock, could barely speak
her name for love. Ey'd face not just the world so wide, but
wield my sword with my true night beside. He faced her fiercely with his
sword of steel, like the waves of the sea, with undying zeal.
The king fought hard. What a sight, watching in fear from afar stood
her night. The king, now burning with lust and ire, watched as
her blade danced like wildfire. Her eyes met his, a challenge, raw
and clear. Her beauty was ever so fierce as she drew near. The
king fought in rage, fierce and strong to take for himself what did not
belong. But the crowd was in shock as she pierced his throat as he
fell on his back payback from scapegoat. But as the duel's fever reached its
peak, the maiden's heart compelled her to speak, I'll let you live,
dear King, but let us leave. I fight for a love that you
cannot conceive. In shame, he arose and knelt, conceding with his sword,
and acknowledged her love of the mightier lord. Clenching his teeth, he
let them both flee, vanished from the kingdom, but together forever free,