I watched from the tall window of my chamber, as my two hearts rode into the courtyard. They have been gone all morning. I ran out of my room, down the stairs, through the great hall and out into the courtyard anxious to be in my husbands arms again. From a distance I noticed that Alexander and Christopher, were not in a good mood. I looked from one to the other and could not understand what the problem may be.
My son gave me a warm hug and kissed me on the cheek. Alexander waited patiently for Christopher to step asside, and when my son let go of me, ALexander took me in his arms and kissed me passionately, in broad daylight, in the middle of the courtyard, where everyone looked on, as we displayed the love that we shared for one another.
But I sensed fear and desperation in his kiss, and there was a longing when he held me in his arms. I felt his heart beating against my breast at an alarming rate, and I looked up into his eyes and right away I noticed something was terribly wrong. Fear consumed me, as I waited patiently for us to go somewhere in privacy and find out what is going on.
My husband held tightly to my hand as we made our way to the castle. We plastered fake smiles on our faces whenever we passed by other people, not wanting to alarm anyone that something is wrong. Once inside the castle, my husband pulled me around the corner behind a tall marble pillar, and ravished me. I sensed hunger mixed with fear, as he brutelly kissed me. His strong calloused hands pulled my lower part of my body aggressively closer to him and he rubbed his erection on me.
At that moment the warriors burst in the castle, hungrilly heading for the dining area for lunch, and Alexander lifted me up in his arms as everyone stared at us opened mouth, and started running up the stairs and headed straight for our bed chambers. Once inside he threw me on the bed, tore my gown off my body and ripped his kilt from around his waist discarding it to the floor, and then he jumped on me aggresively taking his husband privledges to the next level.
There were tears in his eyes, and sobs that wrenched from his throat as he savagely slammed inside me as if it were the last time that he would have me in his bed this way. It was hard to concentrate on lovemaking when I knew that something was terribly wrong.
When the spasms claimed my husbands body, and he spilled his seed inside me, he cried my name out loud desperately in a hoarse voice and started to speak in Gaelic, with a passion, as more tears spilled down his handsome chiseled face.
I lay underneath him with a sinking heart knowing that catastrophy was around the corner. I knew my husband more than he knew himself. His desperate actions could only mean one thing. The walls were comming down and the end of times are here.
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