My Lover Is A Demigod

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ingbirds sucking on flower nectar. I walk towards my favorite tree, the royal poinciana, and there is a woman standing underneath, her back turned to me. She is wearing a floor-length dress the same deep orange-red

nths now. Stubbornly I held out for months now deceiving myself that I can refuse his will but right now I will do anything to stop having these dreams. They leave me mentally exhausted and vulnerable.

an smell her all around me. Her sweet sugar smell from baking and the smell of the sea salt in her h

asn't deillusional enough to think that he wasn't interested in my love life. L

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With the way they argue, one would think the object of discussion i

hall, the chandelier shakes a litl

Stan, you

sessory for him because although he is about 60 years old, he is a healthy human and can walk perfectly well without it. He walks c

ng of tradition. What he just said is a comple

o wild animals. Right now, what he labeled an abomination is simply a suggestion from the young minister that everybody in the kingdom, regardless of social class,

around these ministers makes me sick because I can sense their energies. Their e

minister to address me. His energy is a

ing our traditions" Minister Kibi says confidently. Minister Stan eyes

l in its own way, I have to pinch

to hear clear arguments. You all can leave" I say. They

it will be resisted viciously by most nobles. Some nobles will even claim that the ministering positions are bestowed on them by the gods. This

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ep honey skin glows in the summer sun as she walks towards me, oblivious to

t read in the

e walks closer to me. I stare at her, hoping she won't recognize me. Everyone acts

energy, and I'm immediately drowning in a surreal sen

ask her. Her bottom

er hair is in thick cornrows. "Do you work here?" She asks m

mall oval shape with a soft jawline. I should probably

me; she seems

g I am not the king to her. She doesn't seem to notice my tone tho

end that leads to my garden. She stops, turning around to look at

ur name?" I

leaving a little space between us. Her name echos through my mind o

at her with my mind completely blank. All

he first name that

the flowers, the birds, the

my favorite spot

How long have you st

ying not to add any more l

says, handing me the book. I glanced through it;

I know a lot abo

Iwin wants me to know all that because I'm going to be serv

Iwin want an inexperienced maid to serve the P

ord poem in my head as I fall