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and red mixed in, braided into two braids, one on either side of his chin. His body, broad shouldered with arm muscles hard as steel and the strength of ten men along with them despite his age. His legs were chiseled works of art rivaling that of an Adonis.
    “ My lord, you have returned to me,” she said slightly out of breath as she stopped short in front of him wanting to jump into his arms but realizing too late it may not have been the proper thing to do.
    “ Indeed I have my lady, I will always return to you, not even death shall keep me from it,” he beamed as he grabbed his queen, his hands caressing and squeezing her butt cheeks, pulling her to him for a kiss.
    She threw her arms around his thick neck, breathing in his musky scent as he gently picked her up, wincing slightly.
    “ My lord, you’re hurt!” she cried.
    “ Aye woman, just a scratch, tis all, nothing you can’t heal with your good lovin,” his voice deep and playful despite his discomfort.
    She clasped her hands on his shoulders, “Put me down sir, so that I may attend to you properly.”
    “ Not before I’ve had my victory kiss woman!” He grunted as he let her down, pulling back her fur hood to reveal her raven hair. She stood out among the flaxen haired women in their territory and not just with her hair, but with her dark skin. Most women with brunette hair bleached it with lye often resulting in red or red-gold hair. The king adored her dark hair that she wore gathered into an elegant knot in the back of her head. Though most married women covered their head, the king allowed the queen to go without a headdress, so that he could admire her lovely raven hair. He also treasured her dark brown skin, smooth and soft to the touch.
    She was an exotic beauty, purchased in Egypt and brought as a slave to his land by two druid priests who taught her the arts of magic.
    He found her on one of his journeys and rescued her from the sadistic priests who also used her as a sex slave. They often punished her by tying her up and flogging her when she refused to comply with their sex rituals. She was quite spirited and the moment the king saw her eyes; eyes that were green in color, sparkling like emeralds against her dark skin, he knew he had to have her. He brought her home and announced to his father, the old king, that this was the woman he would marry. His father knew well enough to let his son have his way or there would be hell to pay, especially in matters of the heart. Since he was the only heir to the throne, the old king gave him his blessing.
    The king looked at her now, those eyes beckoning him as her full lips enticed and enflamed his loins. With one hand around her waist and the cradled around her soft hair, he kissed her good and hard. The king’s men all turned their heads away in respect of their king and queen. The happy couple lingered a bit in that kiss before the king finally released the queen turning her away from him to give a swift pat to her behind. She gasped and giggled like a giddy young girl. Then he lifted her up onto his horse.
    “ Now this, my lads, is the proper way for a wife to greet her husband, queen or not!” he boasted laughing. The laugh was full and hearty and the queen smiled; her heart full of love for her beloved king.
    “ To the castle men, the feasting awaits!” He roared. Turning to the queen and patting her thigh, “I shall save the best feast for last my love!” He winked and the queen’s body trembled with expectation.
    The queen patched up the king with an ointment made of her special herbs and she bandaged his side lovingly before going to the feasting hall.
    The eating and drinking heavily lasted for a couple of hours before the king picked up his queen and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her off to their bed chamber.
    The chamber consisted of a large four poster bed with wool sheets and fur skinned covers, a huge fire place and a huge wool rug mixed with furry animal skin. Once there