Through the thick mist of the early morning two emeralds were found. Her piercefull eyes and her scarlet hair that caressed the wind began to be his call.
Every morning for about a century Henry fought for her embrace. The ocasional lavander smell in the air marked the sudden arrival to her world. Graceful yet naturally clumsy he would drop of his horse and procede to take off his shoes in respect for the goddess.
For the few hours he found himself free from his duties, his fingers trailed her scarlet hair, braiding it. She was found of his touch. He didn't have a grasp of his strenght but was surprisingly delicate with her.
As time passed on the braiding transformed into lust. His lips sang her name violently as they marked her neck. Her porcelane skin now matched her hair.
"I'm sorry mi'lady for I shall sin now. You are such a grace yet my mortal essence can't escape your natural beauty".
And so it began. Mysterious and dark sin marked by lust in the mists of the mornings of every saturday.
Was a truth unspoken by both. A truth that couldn't be found in the normality of his world.