Thread: A Wolf's Desire (BurningWillows & Periodical)

She was here? Cursing under her breath, Aubrey peered behind a curtain from behind the shop. Her father was going to be here in mere moments, and she had decided to come now? Didn't she know? Aubrey finished up cleaning up the back room for a few moments, tidying what she could before she turned and glanced out of the curtain. If she had told Tatiana once, she had told her a thousand times. When the sand in the hourglass was about halfway, they ran great risk. Setting the broom against one of the shelves, Aubrey let out a sigh to herself. Brushing off some dust from her dress, she rubbed her hands together, just trying to wipe them off. Her heart was already beginning to palpitate. She could smell her, she was close. When she had heard Tatiana's voice, she tried to breath slowly just to calm herself down. Looking towards the archaic calendar on the wall, she realized her father would likely not be around today as she had once thought. Her father had been out, running some bags of grain to a nearby city. He was going to be back within a few days time, and Aubrey let out a breath of relief. It seemed in her business, she had even lost track of time. Her ears perked when she heard Tatiana coming close, and Aubrey couldn't help herself any longer. Bursting our from the curtain that seperated the hallway from the back room, Aubrey threw her arms around Tatiana. She absolutely couldn't wait. Planting a deep kiss on the princess's lips, she smiled as she gazed into her eyes. I've missed you. The voice was meek. She wasn't necessarily a fighter, Aubrey, but she wore clothes made out of the mainly bear and otter fir. She was humble, and fine linens and garments weren't normally something that she had ready access to. She would make her own way though, that was certain. Perhaps she was a little too happy to see Tatiana, but it had seemed like quite awhile before they had been together. Any extended amount of time was too long. Her hand moved through Tatiana's hair as she met eyes with her once more. Any news? The redhead spoke once more before pecking Tatiana's lips once more. When they were together, time seemed to slowed down. That being said, their time never seemed to be long enough. Their time apart always seemed to be much too long. Aubrey could never win. ------ She would find herself bound once more. Her arms were connected by the leather cuffs, and a chain led from the cuffs to the ceiling. Her vision obstructed by a blindfold. She was still clothed, at least for now, but anything that was about to happen was all based on speculation. His hand moved through her golden locks, and he knew that she was at his beck and call. She had been a gift from his father. Her whereabouts were unknown to him, and quite frankly, he didn't really care. She was his , and that was all that mattered. Large oak doors with heavy iron bolts and locks seperated them from the rest of the world. Moving and standing at a tiny table, the man sloppily guzzled some ale as he stared her down. The brown liquid matting itself in his beard what wasn't soaked ran down his bare chest. He was well marked, with symbols of his heritage, battle scars, and fallen members of his clan. Moving his hair out of the way, he stood and made his way back towards her. His rough hands ran down the side of her face as he carressed her almost lovingly. Forcing her chin up with his finger, he kissed her hard before being interrupted by a knock on the door. Prince Werner A muffled voice came from the other side of the door. Cracking the door a little bit, the prince put his face in the door and blocked the rest with his large, hulking body. The guard couldn't see inside the room, but there was a chain running to the ceiling. He could guess what the prince was doing with pretty decent accuracy. Your father wishes your presence in the throne room The man said as the prince just nodded. I'll be there soon. This won't take long. He said as he closed the door in his face and turned around, back to his friend.