My Lowly Knight

I brushed my fingertips across the soft rose petals. Our secret garden filled with all different colors of roses. He promised to meet me here tonight. Tonight was the first full moon since we agreed to have these secret meetings. I know I shouldn't continue doing this, but my heart desired nothing more. I was royalty and he was a knight. Our kinds should not be mixed together, according to my parents at least. They did not want me to mix our blood line with something lowly. Even though everyone is forcing these thoughts into my head, I continue to follow my heart. I cannot be seperate from him.

A twig snapped, startling me out of my thoughts. I felt a sharp burn slice through my fingertip. I winced as a bead of blood started to drip out of the fresh cut. A thorn must of pricked me when I jumped. My knight quickly wrapped my finger in his hankerchief pressing slightly to apply pressure. He gave me a quick kiss on my forehead when he noticed I winced.

There in the moonlight, I became entranced by his caramel eyes. They sparkled with love as they stared back at me. My heartbeat quickened as butterflies fluttered erratically in my stomach. My invasive thoughts from before disappeared, every worry laid to rest. He slowly leaned down as his lips met mine. Here with my lowly knight, in our secret garden, hidden by the roses, nothing else mattered.