Lord of the Storms
It is unusual, quiet, eerie dark; but I don't know if it is calm before the storm or the one just after the battle. Sithen has decided it is time for rest so it made its chambers dark, bathing the gardens in cold blue moonlight. It was only hours since we worked magic, danced to rhythm of our desires, but I lay awake, motionless in the big, black silk covered bed, and listen to His breathing. He sleeps like a King, spread eagle in peaceful, deep, dreamless rest. Sliding carefully to...