Ivey woke up today like any other day

long dark curly hair spread across the bed carelessly.

Rubbing her eyes as the sun peeps through the window.

Shinning off her chocolate brown face exposes her honey brown eyes.

She slowly sits up.

The covers fall, exposing her large bare ******.

The breeze from the open window brushes past her sensitive spots.

Ivey, pauses for a moment, slowly lowering her hands

she looks down in confusion.

"When did I take my clothes off?"

She says quietly.

"You didn't, I did"

The most attractive masculine voice spoke hastily.

She looks around frantically and sees no one

Fear setting in her mind.

Did I imagine that?

Suddenly, a figure appears out of thin air before her.

This dark, muscular, tall man stands shirtless at the foot of the bed.

All he wore were leisure pants that showed his manhood's shape.

Muscles reflected in the sun light that peers into the room.

Tattoo's shaping in around each muscle.

Ivey swallows deeply

So that wasn't a dream after all, she thinks to herself.

The man slowly walks to the side of the bed Ivey is laying on.

His shoulder-length curls drape his face and sway with each step.

Never breaking eye contact with hers.

He had a look of lust, hunger, and confidence.

Ivey looked terrified, unable to process what was a dream and what was not. Stares at the man in fear.

He wasn't just a man at all, though.

He was the king she so lusted after when she saw him the first time a week prior at the local market while Shopping for her mother, she went as she always did on Sundays.

Ivey was a 22-year-old unwed beauty with the richest coffee brown skin tone.

A voluptuous figure with curves, large breasts, and wide hips.

Her hair was black as night.

kinky curls that lay wildly against the sparkling brown eyes it paired with.

She was often sought out but refused to marry a man she knew she couldn't depend on or even love.

Her father left her mother for a rich widow when she was 4, and she refused to live the same fate as her mother. Sad, unable to move on.

Reading the list her mother gave her, she walked through the marketplace.

First meat, then eggs, she says to herself.

As she walks along the markets street, she hears frantic horses and looks around to see where the noise came from.

Woooooah!!!

You hear someone trying to tame the clearly erratic horses.

A block up her path, she sees a carriage much fancier than anyone in her village could afford, so they must be from the palace.

There is a very tall man wearing a black hooded cape trying to calm the horses that were jumping erratically.

He clearly had little experience with horses

Ivey's curiosity got the better of her.

She walks right past the meat market and continues towards the man.

She wanted to see who had this fancy carriage and what he looked like from the front.

As she walks closer, the two horses are calming down.

The man now rubbing their faces.

There, there, it's alright.

You two couldn't let me be inconspicuous, could you?  He says sarcastically

His voice sent a chill down her spine

She had never heard such an attractive voice.

She got nervous, remembering her pact to stay away from men.

She would just look and then go back to finish her shopping.

She was only a few steps away from him. She puts her head down and pretends to read the list aloud, trying to seem busy.

IVEY, where are you going?

The butcher who saw her walk past called down to her.

She froze.

She slowly looks up and sees the most green eyes looking at her.

Her heart sank

And her face went blank as If she had seen a ghost.

She was mesmerized, and the fear escaped her body.

This man was the most beautiful creature she has ever seen.

She blinked repeatedly after realizing she is standing there staring at this man who is looking directly back at her.

Ivey you ok?

The butcher calls.

Noticing the man who was staring blankly back at Ivey, he recognized him.

Good morning, you're majesty, the butcher says taking a bow.

Her eyes widen.

Neither of them looks away to acknowledge the butcher.

She breaks the eye contact , now embarrassed.

Your Majesty??? She thinks in confusion

Is that the king?

She slowly turns around and goes back to the meat shop.

Walking faster, the closer to the shop she got.

That was the only time she ever saw him.

How did he end up shirtless in her bedroom?

Every step he took walking around the bed towards her, her heart thumped.

It was silent, just bare footsteps hitting the wood floor as he approached her.

He never broke his lustful gaze and she sat there staring back terrified.

Covers clenched in her hands to cover her bare chest.

She was so frozen with confusion and fear she didn't know what to do.

Her thoughts raced with every beat of her heart, which sped faster and faster as he got closer.

He finally was within arms reach towering over her, looking down directly into her eyes. The green now shining bright from the sun in the window.

His hair hang over his face as he seductively looked down on her.

He leaned down getting closer and closer to her face as if he was going to kiss her.

She leaned back slowly until her head hit the head board.

There was no where else to run.

His breath close enough she can feel it on her forehead.

Neither said anything.

The awkwardness was only from her side.

He looked as if this was natural.

His gaze finally diverting down to her bare ****** covered in the sheet.

He reached his hand out and grabbed the sheet and pulled it with such strength  it snatched from her grasp.

She flinched from fear and surprise.

He threw the sheet off the end of the bed.

Not moving an inch from his leaning position.

Still looking directly into her eyes.

A dominating look that made her hold her breath.

Her bare body lay now fully exposed.

She placed her hands over her ****** to hide them.

She didn't want him to see her soft spots hardening as she looked at him.

"Don't hide what is mine from me."

He said with a voice so firm that she immediately  blinked  repeatedly in fear moved her hands to her side slowly.

He took his eyes off hers to admire her voluptuous figure.

His eyes first glazing at her chocolate mounds.

Then to her exquisite flat stomach and as he went to go farther she tried to cover her privates.

He turned back at her with a terrifying gaze.

"What did I just say"

Her face flushed and her voice trembled.

I ca...

Before she finished speaking, he grabbed her neck seductively and brought her face to his.

His terrifying gaze never breaking

she was so frozen in fear she didn't try to fight him off.

His hand felt odd. As if he was a spirit hovering over her.

It was a light touch that made it feel as if he was not really there.

she noticed a peculiar glow around his body.

He looked like he was covered in magic.

She was frozen and curious of what he was going to do.

she noticed his plush lips and perfectly sculpted face as he pulled her in.

He noticed her looking at his lips.

As if he was reading her mind.

He looked at her lips and licked his.

She stared as his tongue grazed his bottom lip while he stared at her eyes.

The hand around her neck still remained.

He smirked seductively as he spoke.

"One day, I will be able to do this in person."

"Every time you think of me, I will return to pleasure you as you want so badly."

She flushed when he spoke she couldn't deny that he was invading her thoughts now.

He slowly pulled her face to his laying a hot kiss on her lips.

One after the other her body began to react.

Her nipples hardened

Her arms went limp

Falling into this hot maddening kiss.

She felt like it would never end and she didn't want it to.

After her placing rules on being with men how did he do this to her body so easily.

" what on earth are you doing?"

She opened her eyes startled

In the doorway to her room her mother standing at the door.

He was gone. Vanished into thin air.

She looked around the room in confusion.

"Why are you bare?" Her mother asked, confused.

Why did you have that look on your face when I walked in? Are you ill?

Embarrassed, she spoke. stuttering nervously.

Nnnno I'm fine, mother. I just was having a daydream.

The sun has just come up, and you have already started with your quirks!

She shakes her head as she speaks leaning against the open door in a judgmental gaze.

" And why is the sheet on the floor?" Her mother said annoyed

Ivey looked down quickly, trying to piece together what had just happened.

She sat in silence unable to come up with a reason.

 Her mother cut the silence with her dry voice

"Today is the day of the festival."

"I'm hoping you go and enjoy yourself and hopefully find a man you can tolerate."

"Get up and dress nice."

" I'll have breakfast ready in 20 minutes." Her mothers demanding voice echo's in the room.

Her mother turned around mumbling under her breath. "What am I going to do with that girl "

Relieved she was leaving Ivey took a big deep breath

Ivey looks around once again expecting him to come back.

sitting in silence for a few minutes but he never returned.

She placed her hand on her forehead.

What is happening to me? Am I losing my mind?

She slowly got up, picked up the sheet and threw it on the bed.

With a frustrated grunt she puts both hands on her head and rubbed her hair back.

Ivey was still in shock, A man she only seen once and has been fantasizing about has invaded her deepest wishes and thoughts.

She walked to her old wooden vanity.

struggling to understand she looked at herself in the mirror.

She didn't look crazy she didn't even look any different.

 Ivey thought as she Slowly examined her face and body.

She looked to her left and a tub of water from last night still sit there untouched

The water cold.

O well, she was too busy day dreaming to take her warm bath last night.

How did last night seem so real.

she placed the wash towel into the cold water and drained the water from it before placing it on her neck.

The cold feeling made her flinch.

She rubbed her neck with it.

 Her thoughts began to drift back to His Majesty and What happened last night.

His Face appeared in her mind.

He stood over her bed watching her rub her soft spots imagining he was there.

She looked up and seen him thinking he was a hallucination until he put his hands on her stomach and slowly slid is hand down her body to her opening, admiring it as he touched her.

She quivered at his hands touch, it felt so soft and real.

what a hallucination for her to feel his touch.

She must have craved him so badly.

Her eyes closed as she moved her cold towel over every part of her body that his majesty touched reenacting his movements.

" Do you need me to touch you again already?"

the thought interrupted her memory.

she opened her eyes quickly looking around.

He was reaching her inside this time instead of appearing to her.

He came as a echo in her mind.

"Ill meet you in your room again tonight."

His majesty's voice spoke seductively.

She was relieved that she would see him again.

She had so many question.

 would her thoughts ever be her own again?

Ivey snapped back to reality when she noticed her actions.

She swore she would never trust a man.

Never fall in love and yet here she was.

This ****** in her prime.

Caving to her never ending lust and desire for a man who invaded her mind.

She couldn't control it.

Her attraction was too strong.

Why would he do this?

He only seen her once and ever since she may have fantasized about him but when did he join in? Which point of her thoughts were hers and which were him?

Ivey sat at the bathtub still cleaning herself in the cold water.

hes coming back tonight, a small excitement rose in her as she thought about it more and more.

Her intimate areas tingled.

She tried to ignore her body and think logically.

I need answers.

Why me?

Is this real?

How is he doing this?

Why do I feel so hot everytime I look at him.

My body is uncontrollable.

Is this just magic?

Suddenly she heard a loud banging on the front door of their small cottage.

Startled her out of her thoughts.

Still bare, she quickly got dressed.

She heard a male voice while putting on her dress.

Half on she scurried to her door and slightly opened it to hear the conversation clearer.

Looking Down between the railings of the stairs she seen her mother.

Her mother stood in the doorway speaking to someone

No one ever came to our door who could it be?

The words his majesty caught her attention.

Her mother reached out to the person and pulled back a white envelope.

She quickly put her clothing on while still listening.

She had to go see what it was.

She now knew she wasn't crazy for sure.

This man was out for her, and she had to see what was in that envelope.

Putting her sleeves on to her white, leisure dress she finally ran out of the room with haste. Her mother closed the door slowly, confusion clear from her actions.

Ivey walking so fast down the steps she made sure she made plenty of noise so her mother knew she was approaching.

Her mother stood silent, behind the freshly closed door. Envelope in hand staring at the door as if she couldn't understand.

Ivey now on the same floor.

Clearly excited, heart racing tried to calm herself

She didn't want her mother to think she was connected in some way.

Her dress slightly turned from how quickly she ran down the stairs.

She straightened it up, and stood straight, trying to appear like her typical careless self.

She swallowed hard before walking to the old wooden dining table.

The steam coming off the freshly made sunny side up eggs on the dingy dishes lit up her heart.

Thick slices of wheat toast lay on a plate beside it stacked 4 high.

Ivey loved rich flavors and salty foods her mother always knew what she liked.

She sat down slowly trying to pretend she didn't burn with desire to know what the conversation was about.

Her mother still standing there staring at the door, her back turned to ivey.

Ivey began to worry.

Mom are you alright.

Her mother didn't respond she just stood there In the same position.

Ivey got up quickly and ran to her mother. Walking around her to see her face.

She stood there eyes shaking, tears pouring from her eyes.

She was in shock and unable to move.

Ivey now scared needed to know what happened.

She reached down to her mother's hand slowly and grabbed the letter.

Her mother didn't stop her.

Ivey stared at her mother's face as she pulled the letter up to read it.

The wax seal had been broken.

She opened the letter to see writing.

"Dear mrs.freeh,

Mrs. Freeh?? Ivey thought.

My mother hasn't gone by that name since my father left. She goes by her maiden name now.

Iveys curiosity peaked.

She quickly read the rest of the letter.

"your husband and his mistress have been hung for the crime of adultery,signed by his majesty King Andrew"

Iveys eyes welled with tears.

She didn't know how to feel.

Had he gone so deep in her mind he found out her deepest memories, shame and guilt.

Ivey dropped the letter and slowly walked to the table where the breakfast sat getting colder by the moment.

Her anger welled up, she felt invaded.

I NEED TO TALK TO HIM NOW!