The King"My dear, would you like a drink?" He asked, his voice sends chills down my back. I've never really cared for a Scottish accent but him. He is different. I look at him and nod. He smiled, "Good, I'd hate to share this with anyone but you," He gets two glasses, pours the burgundy color liquid in each glass. He offers one to me, I take it. He then snaps his fingers and the fireplace lights up. As the flames start to warm the room on this chilly fall night, we sit on the floral couch in silence. He looks at me. "Now love, what's your name?"The King3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"_______" I say nervously.
"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," I look at him, blush and look at the buttons on my coat, and examine the threads like they were the most important thing in the world. I always do that when I'm nervous. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so he could see my face. "Darling, you shouldn't look down. Then I can't see your beautiful face." I smile and blush again. For the King of Hell, he