As my eyes meet his, he calms the raging storm within me, he is posted on an elegant seat created only for a king, such as himself, the seat is made in gold and red, representing the royal blood that pumps through his veins, next to him is another seat made equally as extravagant.
That seat next to him however is vacant. As that ever so sexy smirk plays on his lips I can’t help but return it.
My sexy king, he looks so young and boyish, all I want to do is jump into his arms.
It's the first time I have seen him look like the king he actually is, I have seen him casual in jeans and a button up shirt or t-shirt, I have seen him in a formal suite, I have seen him without a shirt on, I have even seen him in a vest too.
But like this, he looks so good, that the magnetic magic only he possesses is drawing me in, calling me to him, I will be standing as the original me in a multicolored floor length dress, that is form fitting, so much so that it hugs every curve I have. I have on a crystal headband with a diamond that hangs onto my forehead, the diamond falls between my eyebrows.