Baring My Soul

Apart

"Nichole, you are a King and I am a common woman. You deserve better."

I leaned towards her and said,"You are my better...the only better I want."

Her cheeks turned red and with tears rolling down her eyes she left the tent.

She barely talked to me after that. She just ordered me around to take medicines, eat properly, take

enough rest...those were the only conversations we had.

One day she came over and said that I was improving and I"ll be returning to my palace within a week"s time. She expected me to be happy and I was supposed to be happy. Returning back would mean I could resume my daily routine and be normal again...or what I called normal. But I wasn"t happy, in

fact, my heart felt weak and I was really afraid. Afraid of not seeing her ever again, not adoring her

beauty and writing poetry about her on my leathered diary.

A few days later, a day before I had to leave, she came to my tent as usual and told me what precautions I had to take, what I was supposed to do and what not. She sat beside me and we had a long conversation. She looked pale, so I enquired.

"You look pale, today."

" Maybe because its too cold outside. But I feel alright".

I leaned towards her and said,""I"ll miss you, Aerza and I meant every word I said that night.""

I grabbed her waist and felt her warmth, her lips were soft and her body was fragile. She wept with

her head buried in my chest and embraced me. I explored her beauty that night:

She looked at me and smiled,

As I felt her touch I felt renewed,

Her lips were soft and flawless,

Her hair were a mess,

She seemed to be an angel,

To my heart a scavenger,

As I went through her hair,

And felt her lips against mine,

She felt like a pearl on a twine,

Her lips tasted like strawberries,

Her hair smelled like lavender,

Her dress blew gently with the wind,

Her anklet produced slow chimes,

Her cheeks were milky white,

Her face was so bright,

She blushed leaving creamy pink effect on her face,

As I went closer, her face I traced,

To me she seemed to be a princess,

Brought up by a queen, a highness,

To me a fragile thing,

An emerald on a ring,

I held her gently with care,

In my arms while she still did stare,

Her feet were as soft as a cushion,

With red colour and silver anklet,

Her curvy body,

Plump and chubby,

Her angelic eyes,

Healthy thighs,

Beautiful hands, nails painted with a splash of red,

She touched me gently,

Dipped in love and with a streak of passion,

More than physical, it was emotional,

Something so pious, so holy,

Her touch purified my soul, heart and body,

My angel, my darling,

So gentle, so fragile,

I explored her other side,

With her heart open wide,

My angel, my lady,

Dipped in elegance with a streak of wild…

It was so beautiful to have her in my arms. I never wanted it to end. Next morning, I left for Varysla

bidding my final farewell to her. There was a hope in my heart that I would meet her again. I had

dreams that she broke into pieces. I just wanted to say the holy vows with her in the Church and

mean every line. I wanted to say:

When you are young and bold,

I will be with you,

When you are weak and old,

I will be with you,

When you are parched and drained,

I will be with you,

I will be with you from this day until my last day...