The Prohibited Lepidoperon...

The affinity of the silk gown I was wearing had midst spots of scarlet. I could not feel it dampening my pain though.

As we stood without pelt under the forbidden timberland as we soon would be in our own sacrifice. The clouds were closing in. The moon was pushed to the sequence of our hearts closing together, as we held each others hands in our critical desires.

We both knew that this would be our last matrimony of impermissible escape. With his hand enclosed in mine, our loves last notes will be sung as one- in our executions.

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"May you fail I hope. This makes it chivalry in my game of conspired love for you dear." I looked at his all to knowing glass face. Making but a mockery of my fellowship. He expired at my distasteful forum to his witty demands. I knew deep within his expiry, he liked my sarcasm I put about. With a playful sense in his hold. " You make me laugh my maiden." My face withered over his words in empty format, disgraced in careless tone, " I am but royalty, no maiden. I am not your slave, near not at all. So please take back such slander you contest."

"What if I shall not? What would your puttered forum be then dearest?"

He looked upon me, over and over, scouring my thoughts that truant my desires that creamed his belittlement. I knew he would find nothing, nothing to meet his goal of making me stutter my words under him. He liked it so much, when my melting presence fell over his graceful strong exposure. Not near enough, as when I liked torturing his pleasures.

I whispered to his collar and wrinkled draperies, " I am but your Catherine of Aragon. Nothing of your house maids to bring you brunch in middles eve. For shall I not give you the best adornment to your taste. Nothing of a rags of wheat. But golden eggs and woven succulent grapes." He laughed and muttered again at my whispered words. He made his voice deeper and softer in the large walls of the extravagances of the room, "Catherine of Aragon? I think not. You will not leave me like she had, and you will not betray. However, you are my golden succulence. And you are my Eleanor of Devotion. That is why I cower you inside of my empty fulfillment's." I mumbled soft velvet upon his ear lobes and over his balance in my hold, "This is a positive statement indeed. And shall I stay in this guilt onto morning dawn till eve?" He held me near to his containment, and admitted my answer of knowledge I beckon, "With your dark golden locks, I shall twirl around like cotton in my fields. But both our eyes of the skies, blue as the sea. I shall leave in our heat, for my maidens brew a brunch." I coughed a laugh at his answer. I knew that we were going to be done with our lusts of the morning sun. I just needed to keep company with my king, till it was time to meet with our entitlements. I then spoken to him with confident posture of my laces falling out of lining, and my breasts over my under garments, "Then off we go Roman."

"You silly woman. I shall penetrate you first, with you raveled in my arms as so. How shall I eat without a well deserved taste of your prostitution you capture me with. And do not call me as Roman. Only mother shall name me in such manner. And long diseased is she."

I closed my arms under his acts upon me. Gluing down to his strong hold. Making the best of few half hours we hadst together, before we contemptuously eat over gardens of feasting substance. Then I called out what he is named to the far east, and to my royalties of my queen entitlement, "Yes my King Coralice."

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"No thank you Estrie." I replied to the maid for serving me enough amount of food, to quiet a bountiful in my view. The table was angled with it's unordinarily irregular candles. High in pitch with the elongation of the regal table. I ate with my delicate left hand, the platters of rice silver, and carefully executed glazed gravy ham. I was already full with the food preserved in the kings likings.

The table and hall full of people un named, to many to attendant. The only few of my thoughtfulness would acquire to be my sister of blood, and the young blood of the kings brother.

My sibling, young and mature as she can be. With a difference of burgundy tones that discolored from my dark attributes of my appendage curls. She was a young queen in the waiting I perceived to be. Not yet sure if she shall be chosen though. Tamara, is her name. A sight for only royals to see. She bedded so much power on ageless and ageing men. She was gorgeous in which ever way. Letting her silk straight hair- another difference from thou. She shall most indefinite not be chosen. Almost uncanny of a year apart from me. Not at all the age for a queen, if I shall ever fall from my thrown. Pale as I shall stay, beauty only to fade with time. Time that will be on her side equally as well.

Roman's sibling. Very much a annoyance at best to describe. Thomas is his name. He is the blood brother of himself. Very similar to my husband, unlike my sibling. Much older as well. Having the same blue set eyes, and the same strong build, and the same browning of the skin as he. He would have passed to be the king, more unlikely for Roman to begin with. But with the quarry of votes. Roman took the part as our leader, and I his queen. His brother took the place as a royal pawn. Set aside in case of erratic issues were to develop.

The thing I want to point out, was Thomas disliked me very much so. He was disgusted of me becoming the queen of the East. Weather of downfall, dreary and wetness. Clouds casted in days worth none to count. He hated me with a regretful passion. A passion that set Roman in to a tassel of arguments.

You see, Roman loves me to a point where even his brother he shall kill, if such disgrace came about. I cherished the way he found me in the far west of him. I laid in the back houses of English weather. Dry as a cube of salt. He flourished me with his water, and I bloomed as his queen automatically. Making me the love he would stay for his well being.

I had no doubt in my head, that I loved him just the same. My sister Tamara thought otherwise.

Before I married him, she exclaimed that she saw something in my disposal over him. The way I would talk became different. The way I Iet myself out to others, became inherent. I no longer coursed myself as a singular, but plural. It was he and I now, I told her in arguments of personal. She would get frustrated at my belonging to him. She said he would control every thing I would do. She said I was no longer her sister, but she would try her hardest to get me back.

I never knew what she ranted about, just that I was different. That I had changed to an unlikely sister she wanted nothing to be acclaimed to. But she stayed my sister, and I hers. We talk about rumors of the courtyards, and gossip of neutrality. Not the same as before the thrown I conduct now. Not at all the humor we put off as before when we would chat.

Sometimes I do feel something inside of me, that is empty. It just does not reach to my configuration quite yet. I can't understand it, like she can. It almost seems she knows me better, than thou know myself.

" Lets go on a hunt." She said more endowed with stirring me away from normal meetings of our duties. Tamara wanted me to go on a hunt, to saddle wide, and go for a short graze though the country.

I looked at her disgruntled. I did not want to go, but to make her happy and quite her restless self, "Alright, we shall head to the saddles then." My heart was set on getting a stretch anyways.

"I am going on a ride, I shall be back before sunset, alright dearest." I said it in the most confident and solemn sweet envelope as I could carry my voice to him. letting him know all the reassurance he could possibly account for. He turned his head from the nameless. He kissed me quietly on my cheek, "Go off then my love, be back by sunset- keep to your word then." I glared at him in approval of his breath. I left him with no hesitation to worry. As he kept to his duties in the chambers walls.

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The sun was setting and I was sure we would not be back on time. My worries were out of bound. Tamara's however were devious. As if she had planned this all. She felt something when he would get mad at me, maybe satisfaction for her.

We were riding with the sprinkles of sun hitting the dark mare as I rode on it with fury of not being fast enough, and Tamara's laughing in the backgrounds. My angry voice stuttered as the jolt of the gallop dithered it, "I can not believe you. How could you take us that far. Now he will be infuriated like I am now. And not at you, but me. This was your plan wasn't it." She chuckled at my response to her laughing. Then I swore she nodded at my answer. Scoundrel is my sister sometimes. I gazed at her as fierce as I knew he would when we would get to quarters, "Night is going to fall soon, and I hope you can see though it. Because we will more then promise to get lost in here. Night will eat us up, till he can find us. Maybe I should just tell him to leave you behind and be eaten by Coyotes." Her voice to a sarcasm and sweet calm tone, "Oh be quiet you foolish queen. We will be there as soon as the set will come at our hooves on his royal pebbled steps. And the master will have his way with you in his private quarters."

"How dare you Tamara! I best find you with your head off when we get there. I am very disgraced with you right now. I am being very serious as to whether or not we will make it."

Her long hair was covering her features, of under achieved emotion of amusement. The wind was picking up, and was getting colder as the sparkles of sun faded. As she spoke, her voice was still calm, " Someone is ahead."

I looked at her view, but only could see a shadow. Then my main hoofed up at her reaction of words. It was a man standing in the forest. I was wondering why this wondrous man had no mare to accompany him. He was alone it seemed to be, as he whisked me off my horse to the thickets and stones that laid on the floor. "Dunce you!" I angrily hoarded through my voice. I fell on my bussum, and it hurt in split reaction.

He came near me, and his figuration became clear. He had a perfection of attire. Beautiful hazel hair. Blond and brunette. Glorious and making spirals over his face elegantly around his brows. I was gaudily stricken by the force of my tumble, and the force of his handsome features. More so his features then any.

"Are you alright dear?" His question came to me like a breeze on such a wonderful eve. He has a easy and compressible soft voice. Very perfect for himself. Fit him well I thought to myself.

I was still so focused on his beauty, I could not tell Tamara was chuckling against my failure of grace. And he was coming closer, speaking to me. "You alright? You hurt love?" His accent was not English, but maybe French. So beautiful everything was about him. I never met a creature like him before. "Oh...yes, I am okay. Who are you suppose, please enlighten me." I stuttered my words as close together as I could, to capture a royal essence I grew accustom to so well.

He came closer, while I still laid upon the dirt of the floor. Then he knelt before me and picked up my hand given to him, feeling Tamara's glare so briskly on what was happening. Letting him touch royalty was a matter that was not to be discussed, but I broke it without even questioning once.

His voice quieted at my exposure so near to him, " My name is William dearest." I blushed at his answer. He kept his guard of adoring me so well. My voice was now curious, "Why you here in the haven alone. Why are you dressed so nicely and beautifully. And why do you scavenge without a mare." He kept his grip loose on my hand to raise me upon my feet, " I am in search for the Eloy Butterfly." My eyes widened as he spoke with such grace and texture that made the word butterfly, bounce off my skin like pure silk. I thought through my mind on why such a handsome strong fellow, would want to frolic for an insect. My voice was rising with my body straightening to his stance, " Then we will find this butterfly you search for, and then you will tell me more of you." He muffled at my confidence, chuckling a little slander of the happiness that amidst my face. " I shall do so then my lady. In offering- you tell me more of your entitlement here." I looked upon him as if I had seen a ghost wonder though his trail, " You don't know who I am?" I looked at him with my eyes wide as ever, did not know how he could not recognize me. No one has ever wished to know about me, praising they already knew. This intrigued me much so. I wanted to know much much more of this extraordinary being. A Man in which seemed to be a passer to me.

He chuckled again under his breath, and raised his eyebrow so much so for anyone to conceive, " Why? Should I know you madam? Is there something that makes you different and exquisite that I should know desperately?" I looked upon the leaves that surrounded me, and Tamara staring so eagerly to go now. I was about to speak to him, but she interrupted rapidly.

" Eleanor! let's go please!" She said it with such force, I was almost angry at her.

" Eleanor? So that is your name. An Ellie in our presence, what a delightful gratitude I have upon such an angelic name." He snickered over to me. With the most greatest surprise granting his charming features.

I gave him a smile that I did not know I had. Feeling things I did not know I could consist of. " You are a mystery to me, young William sir. A mystery I would like to solve." As I leaned closer, I could feel Tamara nudge back. She was back on her steed, ready for the trail back again. She had wanted nothing to do with the nonsense I was playing off to William.

" If you shall not leave this instant Eleanor, I shall leave without." her voice had no tone or energy. She wanted out of it.

"Fine, head off with you then." I was saying to her sternly, without even to check if she had already left.

My eyes focused over to his wondering soul. Something was steering me away from where I was suppose to go, and where I wanted to go.

I leaned over to his left shoulder, eagerly awaiting for him to explain himself to me. " My name has nothing to do, with how you make me feel intrigued by you. Now that we are apparently alone, will you tell me more of you?" He looked to the west, kneeling his eyes over the leaves and tasseled wind. The eve grew enlarged accross the opening of the forest trees. I knew that I would be sought after. That was the least of my worries at the moment. All I wanted was to get acquated with William.

He kept his focal infection, over the strayed green parsed grass, hidden beneath the piles of crunches. Looking upon my face with a encounter of a blurr, as he moved his head back around, searching for the insect again.

" Why don't you help me find it. Maybe you will find what you are looking for- within the time you help me." I was mislead, I wanted to just know when this arrangement of including his proposed presence would come clear to me. He would come clear to me. I squinted through the haggred air, dark overcoming it. " Fine I will. And as soon as I find this creature, you shall add background to your name."

He moved ahead of my slow pace, mixing his eyes with all the gardens that it might be around, " The name shall follow, when you find it for yourself Lady Ellie. And this creature is not a creature, it is a masterpiece of the gods. A proper name would be mistaken for a "Lepidoperon." Not a creature, or vulgar name as a insect."

"Excuse me, sorry your master. Lepido...t.." I closed the word together slowly, trying to combine and sycronize it perfectly as I can. The word was hard to come by though. He chuckled again, upon my fumbling of tongue. " Oh dearest lady, you are quite amusing for me as well. You are so beautifully dressed, with your corsette neatly fastened, and your gown flowing below your feet of gold rouge slippers. How can such porcelin skin and dark flowing hair, have such a excuse of being so light hearted as you are. You make me smile though, whoever you say your importance may be." He went back to searching for the...whatever it shall be named. Still a creature in my mind. He turned around to take course of the woods, where my standing laid. Seeing his wavy locks flow through the breeze of night. His eyes twinkled in the fading sun through the shadows, creating a mirror of green and brown rivers in his gaze. Coming closer for me to hear what he was going to say.

" Someone is here for you madam." His answer in my ears created a boomerang effect. Making me twist my hearing around to react what he could hear or notice, that made him know someone was coming.

The sound of the galloping and howling ricocheted off the forest floors and the lost rocks under the piles of dirt and leaves. It was my name being called by to many familiar voices and howls. Maybe a pack of hounds with them. Probably twenty or more gaurds, of English men searching for me. And more then likely, actually factual, that Roman stampeding as well.

" I shall be off then madam. I do not want to be familiar with people that I feel may be infuriated with me." He said it softly and admissively, barely for me to hear. Made me uneasy and weary of Roman coming. Almost making me feel like I wanted to leave with him. Like I thought my husband was out to get me. In which he was, but not in stricken manner. Not a reason for me to be afraid of him- but I was.

As soon as he interuppted my thoughts, he had left off in the dark wind. As I stood awaiting for the stampede of frustrated royalty to whisk me off, and King Coralice to scold me for not making it back on time.

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His percussion of his fingers kept an eratic beat. I could see his face before he could even express to my view. I knew he was thwarted, and maybe even a little umbrageous. I could tell outside our corodor window, set off to a sanctioned balcony- it was raining. I knew he was now probably even more dissapointed, looking upon the dreary wheather. Thinking, I could have been lost in the vast growth of woodland. He was aggravated, and frustrated at me.

He kept his mark, canted ever so slightly over the windows old arch. He cleared his throat quietly and kept his embodement towards the frame,

" What enclined you to keep so potent past our lands. In especially the borning of evenfall." He took his time as he made sure I understood every soft worried tone in his voice. Not at all angry it seemed. More discomfited then anything else.

As I sat listening in remorse to his voice. Scrunching up my frock with one hand, and the silk down sheets upon what I sat on in another gripping hand. The words he spoke hurt. I felt his awful worrying in his throat, being so hard for him to contemplate. I tried to react to his question as simple and understanding as possible. Making sure my voice matched a tone lower then his, " I am sorry Coralice. It was but a mistake I shall never make again. Please forgive and forget." His posture interacted with my answer. Standing up more straight, and then turning his features towards my built upon the bed.

His face looked infuriated, very unpleased. " Eleanor..I will forgive as long as you tell me a better answer then that. Tell me why you stayed in the dark gloom. Why would you not be frightened as well. Off on your own like that- you could have been met as a kill for the wild wolves out there. So tell me why...why you would have rather stayed there, and not in your Kings hands." His articulation of his feelings as he spoke, was to deep, to ditraught. I could not beleive I was shaking now, worried of the truth. I knew I could not tell him I was with a anonomous passer. I could not tell him of William. I had to think of another explanation, as he starred me blank in the eyes, with more disgrace at my thoughts then I was.

My voice stuttered on, and it pitched off it's course under my breath, " I was out with a man. He helped me find my way of ways. Telling me the directions on which way to go. That was why I was not afriad. He left me though, so I was glad you came and searched for me." He could not gather enough thoughts to speak. Then he came closer to me, almost lip to lip. He slowly whispered in intensity to my face, " A man? What do you mean a man? No please, this is enough for me to hear. I do not want to discuss this anymore. It is late then most nights now, and it is time to rest. I hope you will now behave yourself, so I do not have to kill anyone for your disappearance." My face kept its same expression, nothing to tell that I was mortified at his response, at his threat. He laid on the other side of the extravagant bed, and fell right to slumber. Not a single notification that he cared if I slept or not. As I was still up over the bed in the same position. Trying to bring up the images of William's surreal characteristics. I already knew if I laid to rest, it was him I would be dreaming about tonight.

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It was dejeuner, and the ardent aglow blazed through the court yards, under my tight curls of my updo, and flowing hairs that stranded my face. We were having a gathering of the collectives of France and farthest south of England. It was the most important brunch we would have a year. And nothing would mess it up.

I could tell Thomas, was keeping his stare on me. Reminding me of the childish immature mistake I had made about a week ago. His eyes glazing back and forth over the array. Roman was not paying attention to me as much, knowing that his brother will pay more then enough attention to my where abouts.

I kept my view and behavior in check. Reminding of nothing of William. Only focusing on what was at hand. The gardens of greenery, and the ladies of royalty mummbling nonsense over the Violins that were playing. The children frolicking over the pond. The men laughing outragously over despuits of long forgotten. Everyone was having a merry time, except for I.

" Queen Coralice." Estrie- our maiden- whispered over the muttered loud words spoken through out the court, " A man is here to see you at the gates." For some reason I could not hear her speak, I could not hear that she was maybe referring to someone I knew, someone no one else knew. My voice was urgent and small, " I shall fetch him in a bit." As I nudged her off. Estire was a beautiful woman, within her late fourties. She knew how to take care of everything. Tend to every meal, and every dutiable we laid out for her. She was also like my best friend. Always sticking out for me before notice. I knew that she knew who he was. I knew by her soft nice features rolling back in surprise, her hair pinned into place for him...it was him at the door. It was William. And I knew she would keep my unplaced secret to herself.

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His skin had a decadency of luminescent shine. With the brisk gorging light blooming from behind the mosses of trees. He looked over me through the arched shadows of the doorway.
His eyes were marrying me between the depth of dark. Beauty gorges of life bloomed in his eyes. My voice could barely sucumn a loud enough whisper to let him not see my worry of him being here, " Why thus be upon these grounds?" He could view with enough disposal, the far clearings and chatters of others in the east courters outside.

He gave enough time to arise his thoughts with my presence still in whithering emotion of the others behind. He crept his eyes back towards the shrubs and banshels of green. Then with quante hearing, he enclosed his lips open slightly, to speak of his exsistance upon snone grounds, " Eleonor--- shall you come with me in sparse moments. I need you to see something, a perilous quander a breathtooken to my chalace. I needst no more confusion between a fusion of what we profused. I need to see it in your strength upon lonely floors of tan shackles of dry, and see you again in solitude with thou. Shall you come- only for a moment spared."
He was now staring, deathly over wrinkles that did not exsist on my shadowed face. I could feel him seek a remorse in me. Maybe with his gaze he could lure me with him. Out to maybe look for the insect again.

My mind was to out of reach. Over and under his loose clothing, fitting in such beautful manner on his slender massed body. My eyes were sinned. The shoulder cap of my right, was brushed evenly by the brisk breeze through the doorway. I kept my focus on his gaze for me. I was looking right though the cornias of his spheres, but it was the forest behind him still, that I could see better then he. My jester for a response, was quite close to giving in then I prosumed it to be, " If I shall go, we shall leave at eve past dawn. No later and no sooner. " My mind and voice cracked at the end of the sentence. I could not beleive in my royal extendencies, that I shall be wildly wondering off with a stranger. Or was he a stanger? Could he be considered as one. He had all the qualities of a man of distinguish and taste.
I did not know who he was, except that he liked butterflies, and his name was William, and he was quiet and behaviored, with a gorgeous tint of beauty that corpsed my soul as soon as I met eyes with him.

He came closer to me. Feeling the breeze force a rush between me and him as he swept closer. Then he knelt down on his one knee, and kissed me upon my loose fragile hand. Then carelessly jolted effotlessly on top of his feet. Nodded past my shock of his soft lips blazing emotions though my hand to my nerves of my textures.

" I shall meet you at dark destinies then..."
He left with a nodding reussarnce, while my composure was still embeded around his lips. Awaiting to close the door, and awaiting to see him once again. Tonight.

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I rambled off back to the courts. Of loud gestures ranting, and ladies fanning over depths of heat. I could see my husband over his lashished cushion. He was carrying off well with the other men.

I felt the pit of my being and stomach of holes, seek so far, I could not feel anyone around me. The time took on me like scorches of honey. Sticking till it was finally the time. I could feel his stare now. Roman, was staring all to glassed, though my skin and eyes- he could see somthing in the midst of me. Something I may be keeping- for he was right on target.

" Oh Queen, will you come with me to my quarters. I need only converse with you for few. "
His voice was so deep and dark, I did not even know he was him anymore. As he grabbed over my wristes to shake me to the doorways, and up the walls of our sanction.

"Why what is it then...?" I tried to speak with no contempation and no emotion what so ever. He saught though it though. " You are shuting an acunum over me..I see it. Tell me now Eleonor..or shall I carve it out of you?" The perplexity of his wrathing, was unbearing. He was so furiated over me. My voice was low and saddned, but still confident with my answer, " I am off to seek refuge past the courts tonight. You mustent follow, or greive, or even force. I will leave you then. I need time alone tonight. Time for my own seclusion apart from you."

"What are you idling about..NO! You are not frolicking anywhere Eleanor. There is no way that I will treaty that."

My patience for his yelling was falling. I was also falling back over to the doorway, making a move if in needing. I whispered in regret, as well as telling my last reply, "I am leaving now then. I will see you soon. And please no intrusions." I let myself out, as I could feel his beating voice echo off the closed door, telling me he will come for me as soon as I set foot past boundaries. I did not care though, I felt to confined and controlled. And needed to breathe, even if I was alone without William.

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It was still showing light betwen the weavings of the trees. Dark and admissive as you walked farthest more. I could not find him in the clearing. I could not see if he was there yet. I hummed over the silent brissles of the trees baranches. Keeping my nerves and thoughts calm. All to knowing that the king and others shall be searching for me by eves breaking. I was fully aware of what shall happen. I knew my fate as perceived in past wives of the royal. That I would be cut without thought, as soon as found. I did not want to live like this anymore though. Its like f you were to have not eaten after a a day. It starts to feel different, and hurtful. I needed to eat, I needed to see him again. I needed this lad I did not know to well. Who let me taste what bread and wine taste of. Letting me chew upon life. I needed William, if that be his name.

The cold depth every time I paced twenty more moves, it became frigid and more stalace. I could feel my feets putters erupt more sound as the forest became more hallow of silent life. I was still awaiting for him to show.

When I finally came to the crunched leaves and burried pebbles, I found him. His light over his white blouse bounced glowing over his green eyes, and blushed skin. His curls over composed between the wind. He became another person in the forest, more dream tale like. To hard to cionceive his beauty, as I was in the shadows of my doorway.

His posture more suttle, and his voice more elgent and perected, " Now shall I show you.."

" Of what?"

"Come with me a few more steps to the clearing. You will see." His voice carried through the corners hidden beneath the forest floor, and he took my hand again with ease, and whisked me towards his back, as he crept me closer to his surprise.

As soon as we stepped a few paces against the wind and falling debri, it was maginificent. Never before had I felt chills of destined beauty in my whole birthing. It was a coven between willows and spruces, of the insects. Lepidoperon he corrected my thoughts. In colors of mahagony and yellow mustard, with flutters over the canopies and floors. Gathered together to make a spectacular viewing. Millions over millions of Butterflies flown over and under me. It was a sanctueary for only the gods to create. I was floored amd could not move from the spot he drifted me to.

"What--what...wh--" I could not gather what I was going to egnite from my lips to say to him in rsponse to being in mid air with myself.

" They are all the species of butterflies. Every last one of them with there own sequence and name. Every one of them a gift to see. And here, the one with the largest wings, and golden spraks of dots in balck and green..that is the Elloy Lepidoperon." As he spoke, the last few words were slow and beautiful as he voiced hs devotion for this little creation.

" Its beautiful, breathtaking."

He gave an all knowing smirk to my response, and revived near to me. I could feel his breath closing in on me again. And his smell rushing though my bloodstream, creating a balnce of nausia, for his closeness. I was light headed, and needed his breathing to come closer. Then he grabbed my left wrist, and touched his silky hands over them with deilcacy. He then shook off the breeze and drifted his head near my face. Breathing slower, and slower with each glance he gave. And as he carfeully brushed his lips against the pink cold lips of mine-- silence took care of the rest. He stopped and we were both still for the seconds looking though oue eyes in terror.

He was here, coming for me. Hearing the hooves nd shackles take the slow motioned emotion we made, stop. He was after me, and more then confident he will execute him. Both.

He then gave away his terror that still skinned my eyes so much. And he grabbed me quickly though the forest. So quick that a branch was able to scrape against my gown, and bleed a wound torn though the cloth. As the pain was not enough to escape the terror I felt still.

He still grasped my hand tightly, as we rummaged through the forest and thorns of darkness as fast as he took me, or as fast as I could run. I did not know where we were heading, only to find a preventing place, that helped us not deal with what was our soon fate.

No words were said, as he wisped me away. Thinking furious and mad thoughts to myself, unable to conceive one after the other. Thinking and knowing he knew I was the queen. He knew this would happen. But still it was our destiny. It was what lured me so indefinitely to him. To be confined with my last breath, taken with him. I knew we were not going to get out of this, but I felt alive, after so many years wondering where my life was. What was the meaning of it.

I found it, I found my life. Even if for just sparse moments. I found it. With a stranger whoI felt more aware with, and trusted more then my spouse of years. I was myself.

I could not see the movement of our feet anymore, or the roots of trees of the ground. Only his back and neck, was what I could see. Feeling woozy yet awake. Maybe dizzy form the loss of vlood I was defining from the torn cloth of skin removed.

As the ending came near. William and I stopped. Still able to hear the hooves get louder and the howls of hounds get nearer.

He looked not towards the danger that will surround us and surely kill us. But he looked in my eyes and through my heart. He brought me closer to him, as the blood combined on his white shirt. He held me closer then anyone ever has. Our combination of adrenilin and breathing, came like rushes of beats. Our heart beats forming together at our first and last moments that will be held. The last and first time life bloomed for me, and him- as I looked and saw it in his gaze. He was alive too, he was the forbidden. The hidden. The prohibited. That found love, as I found mine.

The affinity of the silk gown I was wearing had midst spots of scarlet. I could not feel it dampening my pain though.

As we stood without pelt under the forbidden timberland as we soon would be in our own sacrifice. The clouds were closing in. The moon was pushed to the sequence of our hearts closing together, as we held each others hands in our critical desires.

We both knew that this would be our last matrimony of impermissible escape. With his hand enclosed in mine, our loves last notes will be sung as one- in our executions.

As the beheading of our love laid in the hooves of the night.


" As I came to see, one life is all you have..use it as the last day you will have left- with someone you can believe in."