Alone Together
It felt like every other day. It felt like no-day.
The four-day trek across the lonely land had given her a late Sunmer drowse that she couldn’t shake. Just before falling asleep, she glanced at her bedside and saw him sitting there like a sentry, her sentry, piercing the room with his deep honey-brown eyes she knew and loved for unprovoked dangers. In that very moment, he was all that mattered.
Sleep sent her to a moment years prior of the first time she had met him. She wasn’t his, but by the time he was done with her, she was. She still recalled his musky scent when she first hugged him, and the very first word he conjured upon her like a mystic warlock that bound her to his soul.
“Hey.”
The memory swirled into a dazzling tornado of greens, reds, yellows and blues. It dispersed into various streaks of light that then outlined her body and morphed into a beautiful white dress that hugged her form tenderly. He wore a suit fit for meeting a King, or, he was a King. He was her King. And they danced in a ballroom that manifested before them. He wove her around the floor with her never losing contact with his honey-brown and sometimes golden-brown eyes. In that fanciful dream, he held her and spun her around like a true master. Where in reality he was never much of a dancer, and she liked to occasionally dance, but that was okay. She loved him anyway.
They spun towards dinner tables that now surrounded them like land mines. Swirling smoke suddenly began to seep into the room, and it took the form of people sitting in the table seats. They clapped and cheered as they swung around the ballroom with almost supernatural light-footedness. The channel of love between their eyes momentarily blinded them and they bumped into one of the tables rather harshly, but the guests simply chuckled in surprise and praised on. Both he and her laughed to one another and embraced.
In a sudden warp she was sent back to a true memory of a night like many others. Where she awoke and saw him sitting as he did so now by her side, watching, smiling, caressing her cheek and landing soft kisses on the crown of her head. She was his Queen, after all. She watched as he landed one more kiss on her head but had felt it this time in her true realm.
She awoke gently, and saw him sitting there, as before, as always, watching, smiling, but slightly out of breath, and gently stirred.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly.
“Everything is alright. No need to worry,” he replied coolly.
He kissed her once more on the head, then made for his backpack that was laying by his right leg.
“We should get going now my love, this place isn’t safe enough.”
Without question, with complete trust in his words, she got up, grabbed her own backpack from the floor by the bed, and stood up.
He placed his arm around her, and they both walked out the room.
As she turned to admire him, she saw another room with its door cracked slightly, and within it witnessed the wrath that her love was capable of - in the form of three returned souls - in a pool of red. A fate she believed must have been justified.
