The night was dark, just like the day. He looked out. Into the black and saw everything, every soul. The wind blew, from where, he never really knew. But he never felt cold. He heard someone behind him. He turned.
"What?" He frowned slightly at the interruption. The servant looked nervous and bowed again.
"It's-She is here in-"
"Where?" He stepped forward swiftly and spoke with urgency. "Speak, man."
"Side chamber off the hall," the servant said quickly. He swept out of the room leaving the servant standing there. He strode down the hall and onto the side room. She was there. He stopped abruptly. She had heard him enter and turned. He inclined his head, his face stoic.
"Lord." She curtsied.
"You have the reply I presume." He walked to look out the window. He clasped his hands behind his back. She spoke from behind him.
"I do." She replied slowly. He waited for her to speak again. There was a pause.
"..no" She breathed. He turned slowly on his head to look at her. She took a deep breath.
"No?" His voice was deadly quiet. She bit her lip and nodded. He took a deliberate step towards her and she took a breath. "No?" He repeated.
He took another step and he stood directly in front of her, inches apart. She was surprised but didn't show it.
He bent over and whispered in her ear, "do you know what that means?" She felt his hot breath on her skin but she shivered, whether from fear she didn't know. She took a breath and shook her head. He lifted his head slightly and looked into her eyes. Her heart jumped in her chest. His endless eyes pierced her. He raised a hand and gripped her chin, lifting it slightly. Her breath caught in her throat. He leaned down swiftly and pressed his lips to hers. She gasped slightly and froze. Her heart felt as if it was going a mile a minute. His hand moved from her chin to cradle the back of her head and he pulled her closer to him. Her hands rose and wound around his neck and she pressed against him. A moan escaped from her and he tensed. He pulled back and took a step away.
She gripped the table behind her to support herself and looked at him. He was breathing heavily and he was looking at her intently. His face was the same but his eyes had a glint in them. There was a silence as they looked at each other. Then she reached out to grab his shirt and pulled him against her and kissed him again. Finally, she felt him smile, just slightly. She ran her fingers through his hair and tugged on it. He growled into her mouth and pushed her onto the table. They pulled apart and she smiled and murmured his name.