Prelude IV

He looked over to the woman who lay sprawled out on the bed next to him. To his eyes appearing with skin like fresh crème. Her wavy black hair that would fall to the small of her back when she stood, lay fanned out across the red silk sheets like a beautiful but evil aura. Framing her flawless heart-shaped face as she stared at the ceiling with lavender eyes. The sight left him unable to stop himself from wondering what was real, and what was mere illusion.


Kaytera’s illusion had the sharp nose and outstanding bone structure which was a trait of the elfin race, light or dark. But even in a world where elfin women where known to be the most consistently beautiful of all the great races. She stood firmly out amongst the rest, with luscious curves and thick sensual lips that were uncommon to most elfin women. Every feminine feature of her body seeming almost exaggerated. Giving her the appearance of some perverted Master Sculpture’s carving come to life.

In retrospect, he wondered if the plump lips and extra curves were and product of the illusion, or the human blood that ran her veins. Which he’d only so recently found out about. It would make sense after-all. Pure blooded elfin women known for being tall, slender, and beautiful. Where as Kaytera gave voluptuous an all new meaning.. Still there were some things he couldn’t begin to place. Kaytera being incredibly strong for a women. With a stamina -for all activities- that was exhausting just to think about.

Oh well, Sagen though. It really doesn’t matter much now. It was good while it lasted.

It was over a year ago when he’d first laid eyes on her, and he could still remember the first thought that’d went through his mind when it’d happened. She’s too good to be true. If only he’d known then just how right he was about that.

He guessed that most men would have been a little suspicious of such a beautiful woman who was so quick to lay with them the first day they’d met. But then he was the King. Who would deny him? Of course he’d assumed she was after gold, all women were. But never had he thought the gold she was after was the bounty on his head.

What a fool I was for that.