She couldn't resist. It was as if she were drunk from his touch. Suddenly her head felt heavy and it fell back. His strong, slender hands supporting her. She watched herself moan in ecstasy as the demon slowly kissed her neck, and her hands played in his hair. Her fingertips, adjusting to the softness of it.
He showed his face to her and all she saw was a big black Demon with cold blue slit for eyes looking back at her. She screamed in terror. Startling herself and waking herself up from the dream. Her heart was racing. She looked around the large hall was dimly lit with beeswax candles in each corner set in brass candelabras.
She sat a lone candle atop the small wooden table situated by his bed. She looked at Prince William, his pale face and bandaged chest. She got up from the stool she had been sitting on and reach for the brown wool blanket. She shook it open and placed it on his bottom half.
She touched his forehead.
