Valiance is my Destiny, as Forever is my Dream

As their prince I’ve held my gleaming sword, my dynasty far beyond our later Kings. By necessity I should not want, and after tradition has chosen me I’ve need, to be enough in my reign deigned by my people‘s will. A paradigm of faithful trust and dutiful altruism, my hours shed of mercy underneath the brutal sun of my crown.

And who are my sons but bound to me, a destiny the same as mine and heavy beneath their majesty’s mantle, daily knowing well has death come. That once if blundered and the bloodline caused our death, it’s then I’m cheated. How proud they must find me for all that’s done, below my dais while I’m truly weeping.

What has me yearning and soothed my decline…over these years to take me, only once that gratifying dream. Does immortality exist in such an honorable guise? For what I might give to afford its claim, the strength to baste in my fearless nature, and chase away my ever being human.

Could I ever leave should he come? And blast as he has always come in their legends. Not as she the fleshy moon and the fairest eyes of the sun. Where my heart could wholly submit an ivory palace unto her skin, and finesse my hand through the fair caste of her tresses. Would I please as she could, my goddess and my priestess, my undying and unborn? Could she ever meet my floundering, this swell of average by my reflection? Have I been as last this year an anchored tread, and where she comes I will have fled?

*Sighs as he bow, his lady wife lay before him and he speaks…stalking his last chance*.

Are you wont of my affection wife, clearly emboldened by your status wreathed in pearls and all this fortune…my queen the maidens’ envy? *He bend and swept a loose tress behind her small ear, turning his head at his own question and her expression*. Are you lost in me, or this home and our bed? *His thumb caressed her and her lashes fell, then he continued to whisper as he loved her*. Does expectation make you twist? Can my pleasure dole out fervent cries justly yours? *His hand embraced* does your singing blood high for me, or my crown? *He lay and shed* does bass succumb you or true music of every kind blend? *Her skin is fevered and her moans beg, before his mouth covers*.
Where has our days led? And only you I find, but can this heat slate you? *He turns her head forcefully, his eyes fierce as they devour her* can I not lust for your mind as well? *He thrusts and she screams, and all his worries bleed their blasphemy, only to return when he had dressed.

The sweat their coupling bred, all that was real and what was said, from which he sprinted before he was caught and sent the pain below, just before he suffocated. And until he felt his trust he lend, now as King his escorts head. Carrying with him what he knew…valiance is his destiny, as forever was his dream.