He wondered ,as he looked out into the lush, violet night, how he came to be here. This place with it's towering walls and strong iron gates. This place where she ruled all, where she was at her most powerful. She was witch, some feared her, some loved her, all respected her and her great power. She was not the type of Lady who let what she wanted slip away......and that is why he was here. She wanted nothing more than him.

He was tall and proud. A leader among men. His linage could be traced back to the great Lords of the Ancient times, he was a King like no other. His armies were vast in numbers and his lands stretched far beyond the seas and mountains. Yet.........here he was, standing in her chamber, waiting.

She was willful and he enjoyed watching her move across the room. The way even the strongest man knelt at her feet, openly worshiping her. She was a creature of another time, yet as lovely as the rose in bloom.

He watches her as she glides towards him, the long legs he could see through the opening of her velvet dress that was left undone, without shame, for him to see the soft, pale skin. He desired to touch her flesh, to feel the suppleness of her breasts that heaved out of the top of her corset, threatening to become fully exposed at any time. He could make out the tender pink of her nipples peering over the top of the lace. The shape of her neck, long and slender, with thick dark ringlets of black hair cascading down her shoulders and back. How he longed to put his fingers in her hair, to smell it, to taste her lips.