Flower maiden (blodeuedd83) wrote,
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Flash Fiction Friday

Dottie over at Tink's Place has come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge.  Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to  participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take. 


The Bodyguard
by Blodeuedd

It was about to rain. She could feel it in the air and she threw her head back and for a few moments she savored the rain drop on her face. She wet her lips and it felt like a lover’s embrace. The rain softly fell and she remembered.
She had been 18, young, foolish and quick to act without thinking. It had been her second yea training at the imperial palace to become one of the Emperor’s guards. Already then she found the uniforms for the women silly, but if the Heavenly Emperor liked cleavage than that is what he got. It was the year she had fallen in love, he was the emperor’s cousin and she should have known better. But he had been young too and they had had a summer romance neither would forget. Their first kiss had been tender, their second kiss had been fierce and the third kiss that put the heaven on fire. She still remembered the feel of his naked body next to hers and the games they had played. But nothing lasts and neither had their summerfling. The cousin had been exiled as his family had rebelled and she never saw him again. She had had other lovers, many, some good, some not so good. She had had lovers that ignited her soul with passion and others who left her empty and wanting something more. Something that always eluded her.
But that was 10 years ago, she has risen in rank and gained that which she craved. She protected the Emperor who was the Gods beloved, she would die for him and when he wished she gave him her body too. It always left a bitter taste in her mouth but he was the chosen, she did not question what he enjoyed.
She pulled her sword from the sheet and kissed it. The rained had stopped now; it had only been a brief shower. She looked down at the prisoner before her. He was the 20th or so that she was about to execute on this battlefield. The first today though, and, she looked at him and a single tear fell from her face. Hidden among the raindrops. He looked up and she saw the same tears in his face.
“I forgive you,” he whispered and she took his head with one single try. Summerflings never last.

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