#ancientruler

Once upon a time…

There was a young man and he was the prince, and he was handsome until there was once a poor ugly old lady that offered him a rose but refused the gift and told her to go away. But then the ugliness of the old lady became a beautiful angle, and the prince begged for forgiveness but it was to late the enchanted angle cursed him to a ugly beast as punishment until one day he understands the true meaning g of beauty and love, until then he is to remain a beast until he finds love before the last petal of the rose falls…but who will ever fall in love with a beast…

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It was bright and shining day and the birds chirpped and the breeze blew light, as well as the people scatter around joyfully and normal… But there was one a girl with blue eyes, pale skin, white hair, and beautiful then anyone…that is why her name is belle meaning beauty but some people call her red rose by how she beautiful she is like a 'red rose'. And she was not only that but she was the most oddest person, she reads books all the time and never stops and was in love with books.

She was off to get more books to buy and after she did she greeted everyone with such kindness but people still thought she was odd…and there was something inside her heart that nobody else has…she had a pure heart. And she was the most beautiful angle that anybody can ever be seen, and then that day after she bought her books there where a group of guys drunk and she tried to ignore it but one of them attacked her  and she freed her self and started to run…but she stopped at a forest and remembered a tale that said there was a wolf that lurks in the forest waiting for a fool to steal a heart of an innocent scared kid…a d she was nervous but they where almost towards her and she made a quick decision and ran into the forest and went as far as she could and they stopped following her knowing this place even drunk and said she was a goner.

Arm - Affection/Adoration

Nape - Deep attachment

One well toned arm came to wrap securely around the former Pharaoh’s waist. His free hand took one of Atem’s and lifted it, stretching the man’s arm out. Mahaad leaned forward, pressing a delicate kiss to his King’s forearm, trailing upward until he reached the man’s bicep. He pulled away with a sigh, bringing his lips down once more, this time against the nape of the Pharaoh’s neck.

15 - Last Kiss

A last kiss… that’s all it could be called. His heart could no longer take the pain of the constant reminder that he’d been forgotten by his beloved King. And it was with this that Mahaad decided to take his leave. For good this time.

"My Pharaoh." He said, his voice barely higher than a whisper. "My only wish is that you may some day recover your memory. There is so much you have lost. But if not, I hope you are able to make new memories. I ask only one thing. Keep me in your heart."

A trembling hand came to rest against the former King’s cheek, and a pair of soft lips sealed the deed.

Mahaad left that day, and ever since, he’d been left to wonder if his dearest friend had managed to regain his lost past. If so, destiny would bring them together again.

And if not. He prayed they would meet again in a new life where they could both build new memories together.