"True to the core of one's own lust; my fingers slowly circling my sensitive nub. The low pressure of this immaculate desire, the portal to the wondrous feelings of absolute self pleasure.

Unescorted I bring myself to my own bliss. My back arched, lips parted, my hand holding tightly to my sheets as I release a blissful moan into the still of the night.

My body trembles at the after shocks of such an intense moment. My bringing forth of my very own euphoria. The greatest reward to myself."

"So?" I ask Genevieve. She doesn't reply immediately, reading it over again, this time to herself.

I couldn't help but smile at the way her breathing had slightly changed. It marvels me still to this day that my writings can do that.

"It's short, but it's good." She finally says, looking somewhat flushed.
"How do you do it?"

I shrug.
"One would say the gift came from God." She laughs, handing the paper back to me.

"Don't let your mother hear you speak such." I chuckle at her comment, something I could only do now regarding that topic.

I read it over, pleased with the final result. It took a few failed attempts, to complete this piece, and there really isn't any need to add anymore to it. The short portion spoke for itself, and would fit perfectly with the others.

"Have you heard that there will be a ball in two days?" I look up to Gene, shaking my head no. To which she gasps dramatically, placing her hand to her chest, as if what I said was absolutely ridiculous.

"You are lucky to have me here, to keep you updated Agatha." I shake my head laughing. So says the forty two year old woman.

"It is said the Crown Prince and a certain General are scheduled to return later today; and as tradition goes, the people will gather in town to welcome them home."

"Is that so?" She nods.

"They come from the Southern Kingdom bringing news of the signing of another alliance, and because of that the King throws a celebration to award their great work again. They have lead our Kingdom to see more victories in a short span of years. " I hum, placing my focus back on my manuscript. I felt a little mischievous. I know my nonchalant behavior is only going to irritate the woman.

"Is that all you can say...Hm?" She repeats in my same dry tone, and I smile mentally.
"You haven't seen him in over a year, and the last time you saw him, neither of you could not stop staring at each each other, and all you say is hmm." She puts her hands on her hips, her irritation towards me clear in her tone and body language.

I remember the first time I laid my eyes on Lutalo Obasi. It was a year after I moved here, and what a celebratory day it was for the kingdom indeed.

Our soldiers had finally conquered our rivals that had been our enemies for generations.

He rode ahead of his men, side to side with his comrade Prince Edwin; his face as well as the rest, held high and oozing confidence. Their clothes and skin was marred from the blood and muck that came with war and the loud sound of the trumpet and the cheers of the people lifted as they walked through the streets.

Long live Prince Edwin. Long live General Obasi. Long live our men of war. We're their words.

I couldn't help but to admire him. Even in his present state, he still looked gorgeously handsome. His armor looked absolutely divine on his muscular body even with it covered in dirt, and the way his arms muscles flexed with each trod of the beast he rode, I knew instantly my heart, mind and body desired him.

When our eyes met, though his face held no emotion, those two dark orbs, lured me slowly into a wormhole of desire, that I was happy to partake in.

That was three years ago.

After that day, all focus went into my book and as if luck was on my side, within one year, my book One's Core Desire had become the most sought out book in the Capital. And at the release of my second book, within days it was all gone.

My brave ones spoke boldly of their love for the book, while my silent readers, quietly showed their support. My entire status went from a simple village girl, to my leading title as the Lady of Desire; recognized everywhere I go, the Capital's Awards holder for Writer of the year, and Gene...publisher of the year and an esteemed business woman.

It was only last year that we were officially recognized by the royal family, and was invited to a banquet the King had decided to throw in honor of Lutalo and the Prince, that I had finally seen him face to face again.

I remember entering the room and all chatter ceased; their Ladyships Agatha Phillia, and Gene Bathwell were our titles declared before them all. We descended down the stairs, Gene in a beautiful A-line design emerald green satin off shoulder gown, and I, in a gold sequin, fitted bodice, floor length sheath gown.

Making a statement was the most important on the agenda of the night. The other was seeing him again.

Though we didn't get to speak, our eyes met frequently during the course of the night and I was so grateful for the position of my table giving me perfect line of sight to him.

Humorously, I don't think a particular princess was pleased either with our constant locking of gazes, but even then, I never took my eyes off him.

"Agatha!" I snap out my thoughts, as Gene shook me.
"I've been calling you for awhile now." My lips stretch out into a smile, and she follows suit, steeping back.

"We shall make you as beautiful as the moon on the cool evening night." I chuckle, nodding.

"Sounds like a wonderful idea...Though his attention might be held to a particular princess." She rolls her eyes at me, folding her arms.

"You sound low of self esteem." I burst out laughing.

"I am not. I simply state the obvious. The King would want someone like him to marry one of his daughters Gene. He is an asset to the Kingdom." I tell her.

"Still, you're going to take his breath away at the ball." The corner of my lip tug up into a smirk.

"I mean...it's the least we can do." She mirrors my smirk, both of us beginning to chuckle.

"I was thinking-" The loud sound of a trumpet cuts her off, and she loudly squeals in a high pitch tone, nearly bursting my eardrums.

She grabs my hand, pulling me out of my chair and towards the window of my office here in town. I'm surprised the poor window didn't fly off its hinges by the way she threw it open.

"LONG LIVE PRINCE EDWIN! LONG LIVE GENERAL LUTALO! LONG LIVE OUR MEN OF WAR!!" The crowd bellowed beneath us. Drummers and dancers leading the way in front the entourage, some waving streamers, others flags of the kingdom's national colors Green and yellow.

Prince Edwin, General Lutalo, and the few soldiers with them were not covered in muck and blood this time; both wore the finest material of royal suits, both dashing in their own light, and the few soldiers behind them, armors shined brightly as the sun rested against it.

"You're smiling." I glance at Gene, rolling my eyes and focusing back ahead. She giggles, clapping along to the drums as we watched them draw closer and closer to our building.

Looking towards Lutalo again, my heart flutters in an almost peaceful sense. His hair was tied up in one, and his brown skin was complimented greatly by the navy blue suit he wore.

Absolutely gorgeous, if I'm being honest.

"General Lutalo!!" Gene suddenly shouts next to me and I look to her with wide eyes.

"Gene!" I hit her hand down from waving.

"General Luuutaaalooo!!" She sings, waving at him again. He does not look towards her, most likely not able to hear her over the loud chants and music; but she did however, manage to draw the attention of some onlookers below us, who happily waved up at me.

"I love you!!" One girl shouts.

"Love you too darling!" She screams turning to her friends, gushing at my acknowledgment of her. I laugh lightly, looking back to the entourage who were just about to pass in front of us.

Gene tries once more, but still to no avail, as he waves to someone on the opposite side.

"It is okay Geney." She glares at me, and storms off out the door. Shaking my head at her, I focus back at the scene in front of me, slowly clapping along to the beat of drums, my body leaning against the left edge of the window.

A loud scream of his name is heard again, sounding too familiar for my liking.

Holding on the window ledge, I lean slightly out, watching in horror as Gene waved a large yellow flag back and forth from her office window; and to my dismay, an image of the general's face was printed at the center of it.

Oh gosh no.
"Gene!" I move to go to her, but her loud scream causes me to turn back around.

"GENERAL LUUUTAALOOO!!!!"
My eyes move towards them in horror, finding the Prince looking towards her antics with an amused smile. He leans over, tapping Lutalo's shoulder. My heart drops to my stomach, as I watch him look towards her, shaking his head amused.

Their attention suddenly turns toward me and I hold my breath.

Prince Edwin's face brightens up with a smile, which I return back. He glances in the direction of Lutalo, our eyes finally meeting for the first time after one year.

Truly it felt like a part of me was finally able to be content with itself, and the longer we stared at each other, the warmer my body became.

He holds his hand to his chest, and surprisingly, the slightest bow of acknowledgment he gave to me, eyes never leaving my own. Taking a slow breath in, I bring my hand to my chest as well, acknowledging him also.

The corner of his lips turn up into a small smile, before he breaks gazes trodding forward on his horse. Watching after them still surprised by what transpired, I see the Prince leaning towards him, but Lutalo pushes his head away from him.

"Now that was what I call sexual tension of the highest public order." I look behind me to Gene, who still had her flag in hand.

"Where did you even get the flag Gene?" She giggles.

"Made it myself." She says posing. Shaking my head at her, I honestly couldn't stop the smile from spreading on to my lips.

I look towards them again in the distance, my heart filled with joy.

He's returned.