how come I never got used to the feeling of sleeping in a cage?
too long driving, too damn hungry; a tied-up hound but nothing stays
Her skin is cold without him pressed against her. When she looks to her right, there are only trees enticing her into their wiry grasp. Branches reach out toward her frosted skin, luring her because they hold in their depths what – whom – she truly desires. Valdis breathes in his familiar scent and her memories are suddenly ablaze with a fiery passion.
What took years to develop took only weeks to destroy.
But she has always refused to accept that it was truly over.
The removal of his crown was only the beginning, but then she was stolen away and everything crumbled more. Confusion tainted her mind and added hesitation to her step where it hadn’t existed prior. Day after day, week after week, Valdis was – is – conflicted, but her adventurous and greedy heart has always yearned for him.
His embrace has always been her sanctuary, his ominous voice her lullaby. Although fear initially pulled them together, it has since been replaced by adoration. Love comes to mind briefly, but they are both reluctant to ever utilize the word in conversation. It was the unraveling of their parents; they would be fools to fall into the same trap… right?
Valdis does not fight her needs and wants. Like ice, she melts in the face of her impulses and finds him shrouded in the forest’s shadows. A grin chases away the concentration that led her to him once their eyes level on one another. ”Sinner,” she whispers into the moonlight as her legs continue to bring them closer until her face neatly presses into the curve of his sloping shoulder, ”My Sinner.” Always hers. Even when Mary claimed him and coupled with him numerously, Valdis held onto the wavering thread of hope that he would return to her. Their children is the embodiment of their passionate desires. ”I want you to hold me,” to love me, she thinks but never says aloud.
Valdis
