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changbunnies · 10 months ago

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Reverie (18+)

♡ Pairing: Prince!Hyujin x Lord's Daughter!Reader

♡ Genre: royal au, historical au, love at first sight, fairy tale elements, angst, fluff, eventual smut

♡ Word Count: 18.9k

♡ Summary: Staring out from your window everyday where you live confined, Hyunjin sees you- melancholic, lonely, beautiful; love at first sight. He wants to know you, to take you away from where you remain, doomed to be solitary. Spending your every moment daydreaming about the perfect life, meeting Hyunjin sparks a hope that you'd long since given up on- that your reverie can become your reality.

♡ Warnings: reader has an evil step-mother and step-sisters, involuntary confinement, themes of loneliness, isolation, and emotional + verbal abuse, reader is very touch starved and has low self-esteem from her mistreatment, past + referenced parental death (none are described) as well as having a parent who is sick, outdated marriage traditions, chan is featured and goes by chris, incredibly unrealistic because of the fairy tale romance inspo lol but it's a fun read, i hope!

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): virgin reader + virgin hyunjin, petnames (darling), loss of virginity, nipple play, oral (f + m rec), unprotected piv, creampie

♡ Notes: hey yall sorry its been a over month since my last post :') i was going thru a lot in my personal life that made it hard to write, as well as i HATED my first draft of this fic so i decided to entirely rewrite it gfsdhsdg but it's finally here after a lot of grief !! I honestly still don't like it all that much but I didn't want it to sit in my drafts any longer or rewrite for a third time so :') anyways i took a inspo for this one from rapunzel and cinderella, as well as a bit from sweeney todd (if you’ve seen the movie pls tell me you see the vision of hyunjin as jamie campbell bower’s character…) + a smidge of romeo and juliet.

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Sighing as he watches the scenery slowly pass him by through the carriage window, a deep frown adorns Hyunjin's face. He's no stranger to traveling, and normally he quite enjoys the break from the typical royal monotony, but this time around he can't bring himself to enjoy the sights that pass him by. The abundant flower fields, the surrounding lush forest on the edges, the perfectly blue sky.. none of them prevent the melancholy from setting in; because waiting for him at today's destination, in a manor just a fair few miles outside the castle city's walls, is yet another girl hoping to be his bride.

He's tired, to put it plainly; tired of meeting girl after girl who cares not for who he is as a person, but what his lineage offers them- and he expects today to go no differently. Why would he after the countless disappointments he's faced, after the myriad of times he's expected a night to end badly, and been proved right? And perhaps it is unfair of him to judge how the afternoon will go well before he's even met her, but his expectations have long since been set.

Hyunjin's royal attendant, who accompanies him to all his meetings and currently sits beside him within the carriage, does his best not to show how the prince's constant sighing grates on his nerves. Royal attendants should always be calm and patient in the face of frustration, and that is what Christopher strives to be; so he speaks to the prince as kindly as his dwindling patience will allow him. "Must you look so miserable? I imagine the girls won't take kindly to the prince looking at them with such disdain."

"Girls? Plural?" Hyunjin asks, groaning audibly when his attendant nods. Great. As if a blind setup with just one girl wasn't enough.. Still, he doesn't need to be reminded to mind his manners. He'll hold himself to the utmost royal standard when the time comes, as he always does- and he tells Chris as such. "I certainly hope so," Christopher responds with practiced ease, "There aren't many demoiselles left to meet, and your father will be disappointed if we return with more outright denials."

"I'm aware," Hyunjin replies simply, frustration still clear in his voice, though he tries his best to temper it. He knows his attendant is not wrong, and is simply trying to look out for him while also keeping Hyunjin's royal duty in mind. It's imperative that Hyunjin marry before his father's illness progresses to the point that he must concede the throne, and it's Christopher's job to ensure that Hyunjin doesn't forget that.

But still.. despite the circumstances begging for urgency, this is not a matter that Hyunjin is willing to bend on. He values true love, romance, genuine connection above all else; and so when he marries, he'll do it for real love, and real love only- even if it means the throne passes him by and goes instead to his uncle. Hyunjin doesn't understand, nor does he care, why the law requires him to marry to take the throne. He imagines it's related to ensuring that the noble line continues- something he ultimately pays no mind to and refuses to take seriously, though he knows he should.

Hyunjin is considered by most of the royal family to be stubborn by nature, a trait his father has told him countless times he gets from his late mother, but Hyunjin himself likes to believe he is reasonable. While he's not entirely malleable, he does act with the country's best interest in heart, and he swallows down all frustration and gracefully does whatever he feels he must in favor of doing what is best for the citizens.

It just so happens that marriage is the one thing on which he will not compromise; and stubborn or not, Hyunjin thinks he should be allowed this one thing. All he wants is genuine love with someone who places the same amount of value in that love as he does, and he never expected that such a wish would be too much to ask for. But either way, all he can do for now is straighten his posture, put on his best smile, and hope that against his expectations, today will bring him the love he’s been searching for.

Similarly, you too stare from your window; though not from a horse-drawn carriage, but from where your bedroom lies on the second floor of your late father's manor. According to your step-mother, a very important suitor is coming to meet your step-sisters today, and she has taken every necessary precaution in ensuring you would be out of the way for the evening. You were used to such treatment by now, and being locked away in your room and ignored for hours on end was no longer something that brought you the intense grief it once had.

Sad to say, it'd become a simple fact of life since your father passed; you were used to the loneliness and the sadness and the grief of having a family that did not love you as you loved them. Truly, you loved your step-mother and sisters, and back then you never would've guessed they secretly abhorred your existence. But your father passed, and with his passing came the truth- that she never loved your father, or you- just what he had; and she was raising her daughters to be just the same.

Against his wife's knowledge or wishes however, your father's will had stipulations she must follow if she wanted to inherit his estate- the most important of which being that she care for you, his precious, only biological daughter, as one of her own until the day you are wed and depart from the manor to be with your new family. Thanks to this clause, your step-mother provides for you; and though it is only the bare minimum amount necessary, it could certainly be worse. You still have your childhood bedroom, all your precious belongings, 3 hot meals a day, and the maids who helped your father raise you still checking in on you.

The maids are forbidden from interacting with you more than is necessary, as your step-mother makes it her mission to make you as miserable as possible within the limitations your father's will provides, but they do what they can. The small talk they provide while filling your bath with hot water, and the snuck in messages written on scraps of paper hidden beneath your dinner tray are often the highlights of your day. You are lonely, but not alone, and that keeps you going on the particularly hard days.

Days like today, where the padlock your step-mother installed outside your bedroom door is ordered to remain locked no matter what, ensuring that you are unable to leave and ruin her evening, or her plans. She intends to find her daughters wealthy, prestigious husbands- men that cannot be given the chance to look upon you, lest they decide they like you more than her biological daughters.

You wouldn't misbehave regardless of whether or not the lock was in place. You're so used to being locked away in your room that even were the lock to no longer exist, you don't think you'd even notice; because you wouldn't ever try to leave in the first place. And compounding on that, you don't think yourself particularly special or beautiful enough to "threaten" your sister's marriage prospects; all you'd do is needlessly subject yourself to reminders that you're lesser than when they inevitably gloss over you.

You simply.. exist. But in your step-mother's eyes, that's your greatest sin. She hates you, and your existence alone causes her great grief. The simple fact that you exist prevented her from truly obtaining what she wanted most; your father's wealth hinged on you being taken care of to obtain. And thus, she couldn't just throw you out and leave you to your fate as she originally intended; so she begrudgingly provides for you, the depth of her loathing coming out in passive-aggressive words, meals resentfully delivered, and a locked bedroom door where she can leave you for a time and pretend her greatest wish is true- that you don't exist.

Staring out your window is how you've come to spend most of your days. Daydreaming, listening to birds sing, watching deer graze and rabbits sprint across the fields and between the trees. You reread your books to the point you could recite them with ease, you fantasize about love and companionship and freedom, and you wonder if there will ever come a day where such joy can be yours. You suspect not; when you do marry, it'll likely be to some terrible man your step-mother chooses on the basis that they continue your misery.

But in the sanctity of your bedroom, inside your imagination and idle daydreams, you can pretend that true love and happiness waits for you. Where you are valued and cherished and adored, where you are wanted and craved, where a life without you in it cannot even be imagined, for it would be too painful for your lover to even consider.

Lost in thought as you are, you almost miss it when the carriage your step-mother and sisters are expecting comes into sight. And normally you would pull yourself away from the window, make sure you're out of sight from whomever exits the carriage, lest whoever your step-mother is having over recognize you. But this carriage is so different from the ones that typically arrive at the manor that it makes you curious.

It's fancy- easily the most extravagant and ornate carriage you've ever seen; not that you've seen many, but the point stands. It's clear that whomever your family is meeting today is no ordinary suitor. There’s a crest beholden on the door, one that seems vaguely familiar, and you wish you could place it as it would assuredly be a hint to who is arriving, but the memory of what family it comes from eludes you.

It’s been so long since you’ve been out to the city, or communicated with families your father was close with, that it's hard to recall the family crests you once so easily recognized. But whatever family it belongs to, one thing is clear- they are surely wealthy and prestigious to afford a carriage this grand. No wonder your step-mother wants you out of the way today; if a wealthy suitor somehow chooses you over her real daughters, that would be her worst nightmare.

You watch with bated breath as a man steps out from the left side of the carriage, a man you can tell from dress alone is some sort of attendant. He works his way around to the right of the carriage to open the door for whoever remains inside- the wealthy suitor being an obvious guess. And really, you should look away and mind your own business lest you risk angering your step-mother, but you can't help yourself. This is the closest thing to fresh entertainment you’ve had (and are going to have), and so you can’t bring yourself to tear your eyes away.

And oh, the man who steps out when the door is opened for him is breathtaking. Even at a distance, he’s positively ethereal- easily the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. And you are certain that, even with your lack of worldly experience, he is utterly without comparison. He’s pretty, impossibly pretty, with long black hair, half of which is tied back by a ribbon, rings adorning his fingers, ornate yet dainty bracelets that seem to perfectly match the necklaces he wears, and beautiful, pure white and dangly earrings that remind you of a teardrop in shape, all of which match his equally embellished doublet.

He looks so very grand, elegant, to the point that you feel absolutely unworthy to even be looking at someone so strikingly gorgeous and well dressed. God, if he chooses one of your step-sisters to marry, someone so clearly wealthy and beautiful and important.. you just know your step-mother will lord it over you as her greatest proof that they are better than you.

The bitter, hurt part of you half wished the man your sisters were meeting today would be boorish and unimpressive, but of course that’s not the case.. And it saddens you, strangely. You like to think yourself above pettiness, and you’d rather experience the world through a lens of kindness despite what you’ve suffered, but seeing someone so utterly perfect going to meet your sisters, and knowing how they will mock you and laugh in your face should he fall for one of them..

Maybe, somewhere deep down, you’re jealous. Jealous, and angry, and hurt, as you’ve always been, but tried not to acknowledge. And it’s not the perceived wealth you’re jealous of, or the possibility of a beautiful husband, but the chance for connection they have that you don’t. That they can meet someone like him and be given the chance to fall in love, while you are forced into isolation and monotony. It isn’t fair, and it never has been, but today of all days is where you feel that injustice most strongly.

You choke on the melancholy, your eyes well with tears that you try to blink away as your hands ball into fists in your lap. You shouldn’t have watched the window today or let your curiosity and boredom get the best of you- all you’ve done is make yourself impossibly sad. You begin to stand from your seat by the window, ready yourself to close the curtains and wallow in your bed for the rest of the evening, when suddenly, you freeze. Your hand unmoving on the curtain, eyes widening with the realization that your sister’s suitor is looking at you. And it's not as simple as a passing glance- no, he is staring at you.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened when he first saw you in the window, at first just passively looking over the manor and taking in the sight as he readied himself to enter, before his eyes fell upon you. And upon seeing you, he became completely and utterly enraptured by your beauty, in a way he’s never experienced with anyone he’s ever met before.

He can’t help but stare, can’t manage to tear his eyes away from your visage even when Chris calls his name. And when you stand to close the curtains, and your eyes travel to him and meet his gaze, his breath catches in his throat, his heart skips a beat before it races, and his face flushes to an impossibly bright pink.

How and why does he have this feeling? How is that you enchant him with just a glance, when others have failed to with much more? You’ve not yet truly met, nor spoken a single word, and yet he feels it firmly- a desire hereto unmatched, that does not follow preconceived notions of what is logical, the kind you would only read about in the great romantic works of playwrights and novelists. A feeling he never expected to be based in truth, but here he is now, feeling it for himself- love at first sight.

And if love at first sight is real and it is true, then he cannot wait to meet you. To learn your name and hear your voice and speak with you until your throats run dry. He’ll devote himself to learning everything about you, to carving your every word and thought into his memory. He wants to learn what it is about your soft, melancholic expression that he finds so entrancing, to discover what it is that causes his heart to stir in ways entirely foreign to him.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness, Prince Hyunjin, Hyunjin-” Christopher tries every way possible to get the prince’s attention, letting out an exasperated sigh when Hyunjin finally turns back to him. He doesn’t even know what caught his attention- when he tried to follow the prince’s gaze, all he was met with was a window with its curtains pulled shut. “My apologies. I just-” Hyunjin starts, taking one last glance at the now empty window before turning back to his attendant. “Nevermind. Let’s just go inside.”

Chris quietly huffs his agreement, quickly offering the manor’s maids who were waiting on them his apologies in Hyunjins stead, as he is used to. He’s accustomed to not understanding what goes on inside the prince’s head, but at least he seems prepared now.. Almost happy, Chris would think if he didn’t know better. Regardless of its origin and whether or not he understands where it came from, he will welcome it- because it really is vital that Hyunjin choose a bride with haste.

The start of the evening goes as predictably as anticipated from that point on- the maids lead them to the great room, offering tea and freshly baked sweets while they wait. Hyunjin politely turns them down while Chris stands a comfortable distance away, there simply to keep an eye on the prince and observe how the arranged meeting proceeds. The lady of the manor enters the room after some time passes, bowing politely and apologizing for the delay before ushering her daughters into the room.

They’re dressed extravagantly, as expected, with expensive jewelry, perfectly laid hair, and tasteful makeup. They introduce themselves politely, though they erupt into quiet giggles afterwards, likely excited that one of them will potentially be chosen to marry the prince. Their mother shoots them a look, and it makes them clear their throats and cease their elated giggling, returning to proper posture with their hands folded in front of them, both smiling at him sweetly. But something’s wrong..

Hyunjin looks between the girls, their mother, and back to the girls, head tilting and brows furrowing in confusion; he doesn’t see the one from the window anywhere.. Shouldn’t she be here? “Isn’t there another?” he asks, and the dame’s eyes widen for a moment, a complex flash of emotions that Hyunjin doesn’t have enough time to fully decipher within them, before she reverts back to her previous calm, inviting demeanor.

“I believe I wrote in my proposal to the royal family that I have two, and only two, daughters. Perhaps there was a miscommunication between you and your men?” She suggests, and though it’s spoken kindly, Hyunjin gets the distinct impression that she wants to shut down any talk of a third daughter here and now. Christopher too is confused, but he apologizes to the dame, insisting the mistake is his fault, though it certainly isn’t.

The dame accepts the apology and swiftly moves on, though the tension still lingers. Even as she begins to talk at great length about how wonderful her daughters are and how lucky everyone involved would be should Hyunjin choose one of them to be his princess, there’s an edge beneath the kindly spoken words that hint towards how bothered his mistake made her. Her daughters too seem tense when he first questions if there is another, though by the time they are allowed to speak themselves all tension in them seems to melt away, instead focusing on singing their own praises and expressing their desire to see the royal castle.

It’s so jarring, tense, awkward, that it completely prevents Hyunjin from being able to focus on a single word the girls say. Ordinarily, he would not bat an eye at someone correcting a mistake in his speech or for having come to an incorrect conclusion, as it is imperative that a prince goes about his dealings with as correct as information as possible. But that being said, the dame’s reaction rubs him the wrong way, especially when paired with the nervous flash in her daughter’s eyes as their bodies tensed..

If he was simply mistaken, it would be natural and correct for her to clear up any misgivings he has about her family and estate kindly- there’d be no reason to address him with such underlying hostility or be on the defensive, as if he’d brought up a point that needs to be fiercely fought against. The emotion that flickered in their eyes, the terse words filled with faux-niceties, the shift in body language.. They suggest to Hyunjin only one thing- that a third daughter is in fact here; and for some strange reason, the lady of the house doesn’t want him to meet her.

But why would that be? The ideas that cross his mind make him woefully unable to focus on anything spoken to him. Maybe you’re already promised to someone else, maybe you’ve been married before and are now widowed, living in your old family home while stricken with grief.. Maybe you’re a cousin simply having a visit that by pure chance coincides with the prince arriving too, or maybe he imagined you somehow. But could that really be? You were so real, that doesn’t seem possible..

“But what do you think? .. Prince Hyunjin..?” One of the girls asks, and when he doesn’t reply, Chris clears his throat and steps forward to subtly nudge the prince, breaking him from his thoughts. “Allow me to apologize. The prince is.. tired these days. He’s got a lot on his plate, as I’m sure you understand,” Chris says, shooting Hyunjin a look that begs him to take the lead and finish cleaning the mess he’s made.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Uhm- perhaps you could allow me a small break? And then I promise you’ll both have my undivided attention,” Hyunjin suggests, being sure to offer them his most charismatic smile in the hopes they’ll look past how inattentive he’s been thus far. They agree easily, giggling and lightly blushing, assuring him a break is good for everyone (which he knows isn’t true, but it’s polite of them, at least.)

This time, he accepts the tea when it’s offered to him, chugging it down in a display that goes completely against the manners that have been drilled into him. He asks to be led to the nearest restroom, splashes water on his face and wills himself to focus on the task at hand. And though it comes with great difficulty, he forces himself to pay strict attention to every word spoken to him from that point onward, though your image continues to exist in the back of his mind the entire time.

Hyunjin steps out of the manor with a sigh, finding himself entirely drained after his meeting with the two sisters and their incredibly duplicitous mother. Originally, he’d planned to leave before nightfall, but they somehow managed to rope him into having dinner with them, and to say it was exhausting would be an understatement. Now he stands in the light of the moon, deep frown returning as he waits for preparations to leave to be made- because he absolutely refuses to stay here until morning.

As expected, once he broke himself out of his fog and started paying attention to what they were saying, they were incredibly vain and equally daft, and the more he spoke to them, the clearer it became that they weren’t fit to someday sit on a throne. It was extremely obvious that they were vying for increased fortune and pride- and at the behest of their mother specifically. To old herself to marry into the royal family, it seemed she was content to allow her daughters to do the social climbing on her behalf.

Not that her daughter’s are completely ignorant of this plot- he’s sure they’re well aware of the benefits if one of them becomes a princess, and are well instructed and prepped on how best to appeal themselves to a noble’s proclivities. Unfortunately for them, Hyunjin is unlike most nobles, and he takes the task of one day rearing his country very seriously- much too seriously to marry someone selfish, and without grace or tact, nor whom he fails to have a genuine connection with. Beauty alone won’t be enough to win him over.

Saying that however.. He can’t seem to stop thinking about the strikingly gorgeous girl he saw from the window. He feels himself a hypocrite, saying it takes more than good looks to win his heart, and yet still finding himself hung up on the mysterious beauty in the window. He looks up to that window, and sees nothing- the curtains are drawn, the room pitch dark, and there’s a part of him that considers the dame’s words true. There is no third girl, and what he saw was perhaps a phantom, a trick of the light, a mysterious cousin, or..

Well, he doesn’t know what, but he can’t allow himself to continue to linger on a girl that may not even be real, or obtainable if she does exist. "What's going on with you tonight? You never have a good time at these things, but you've been more off than is.. typical of you," Chris suddenly speaks up after Hyunjin sighs once more, and the prince frowns as he looks to his attendant.

A lot weighs on his mind; more than he feels he can even begin to explain. The way Hyunjin's thoughts swim in his head like a whirlpool- can he even begin to express himself in a way that is coherent and understandable to his most trusted attendant? Regardless, he has to start somewhere, and so he tries. “I’m afraid that I’ll never find what I’m looking for. Those girls were.. vapid to say the least. I’ve no interest in marrying a social climber, but.. I am beginning to think that perhaps I have no choice.”

Chris' expression softens as he offers Hyunjin a gentle, reassuring pat on the shoulder. There is little he can do to make the prince feel better about his circumstance, he knows; he often has to remind Hyunjin to keep his royal duty in mind, and though it doesn't always show, he does feel bad that the prince is forced into such a situation.

It can't be easy bearing such a burden, and Chris certainly doesn't envy the struggle to find a bride under such constraints, or the responsibilities that will come to Hyunjin once he is wed. “Well, don’t fret too hard about that just yet. We still have a few more interested parties we’ve yet to meet. And maybe the universe wants to show you the wrong first, so that when you meet who is right.. you’ll know,” Chris says earnestly, trying his best to show the prince support.

"Mm, maybe," Hyunjin mumbles, desperately hoping his attendant is right. He hoped you would be that right person, but if fate deems it right to show him heartache and to put him through trials before happiness can come to him then he will just have to accept that. Chris frowns, but knows there is not much else he can offer to ease the prince's worries; so he instead turns his attention to the carriage to check on the progress for departure.

“Looks like we’re ready to depart,” Chris says after the coachman finishes adorning the carriage with lanterns suitable for the night ride back to the castle, "Maybe you'll feel better after some rest. And if you'd like, we can talk some more about this tomorrow." Hyunjin simply nods, following his attendant to the carriage with an immense weight still on his shoulders.

Despite what he logically knows, he can't shake his sadness over the fact that his burden wasn't lifted this evening, the irrational sorrow that comes from his hopes being dashed- that the beautiful girl he saw in the window could not be met.. But he tries to think that maybe it’s for the best that there wasn’t a third daughter for him to meet after all. Given the influence of their mother, she’d likely have been just as bad as her sisters, and that would’ve surely broken his heart beyond the ache he feels now.

Chris approaches the left-side door first, opening it swiftly and then standing to the side, motioning for Hyunjin to enter first, as is customary. Hyunjin places a hand on the doorframe and a foot on the iron step, ready to step inside in the carriage, but takes one last glance at the manor before he does. And there, a glimmer of hope- the image of you, just barely there peeking through the curtains, the faint light of a candle flickering in your hand.

Though a considerable distance away, he can see your eyes widen when you realize he sees you yet again, gasping and quickly moving away from the window, the light of your candle disappearing with your image. “She’s there!” Hyunjin exclaims, instantly separating himself from the carriage, and taking an unconscious step back towards the manor. “Who’s there?” Chris questions as he follows Hyunjin’s gaze to the window, confused to, again, find absolutely no one and nothing of note.

"I.. don't know who exactly, but she was there, I saw her," Hyunjin continues, and while Chris is still utterly baffled, he does see that the curtains are slightly swaying despite the window being closed- meaning someone was there, and caused them to shift by either touching them, or walking past them. He looks back to Chris, sees the hesitant, puzzled expression, and tries to explain himself in the briefest, but most concise way possible.

“I saw her in the window when we first arrived too! I asked the dame about her, thinking she may have had another daughter, but you heard how she reacted- she brushed me off so coldly.” "Well.. maybe she was telling the truth? It's possible she's simply a maid," Chris suggests, but Hyunjin quickly shakes his head. "She isn't. I assure you, after seeing their maids I wouldn't confuse her for one.. She's entirely unlike any of them."

"Okay.. So she's not a maid. But there could still be a reasonable explanation for everything," Chris says, and oh no, he can instantly tell where Hyunjin's mind is going. "Exactly! So I'm going to meet her, and find out what that reason is," Hyunjin says, wasting no time in walking back up to the manor. “What? How exactly do you plan on doing that when the dame clearly didn’t want you to meet her?” Chris quietly exclaims as he follows Hyunjin towards the direction of your window.

“There’s a trellis near her window, and I intend to climb it,” Hyunjin smiles, as if it’s a perfectly reasonable plan and not at all insane for him to do. “Go back to the carriage, and instruct the coachman to drive it down the road and out of sight. I don’t want the ladies of the house to know I’m still here if they happen to look out from their windows,” Hyunjin instructs, and again, Chris is absolutely floored by the prince. “Your Highness, you- you can’t be serious,” he quietly exclaims again, though he can tell Hyunjin is entirely serious about all of this.

"Just do this for me, please? I need to do this- for my peace of mind if nothing else," Hyunjin tells him, and though Chris still doesn't understand why the prince is so adamant about meeting you, he can see the sincerity and the drive in his eyes, and so he concedes. “Fine, just.. try to be discreet and don’t take too long, okay? And don’t make her uncomfortable!” Chris warns and Hyunjin thanks his attendant warmly before turning his attention back to your window.

He approaches the manor carefully, tiptoeing up to the trellis that will act as his ladder to your window. He places a foot into one of the slots and carefully adds his weight, making sure it’ll hold before he begins to climb it in earnest. He’s never done anything like this, but he knows he’d regret it if he didn’t at least try to meet the woman who so easily captured his heart with just a glance, while desperately, and maybe vainly, hoping he has a chance with you.

Hyunjin knocks softly on the window once he reaches it, doing his best to make it loud enough for you to hear, but not so loud that he would alarm anyone who may be nearby. Though your room is dark, the moon offers just enough illumination through the curtains that he can make you out. And while unlit, you are still holding the candle in one hand, while the other is nervously placed over your heart.

You can't believe this happening- the devastatingly handsome man meant to be wooed by one of your sisters saw you again, and is now at your window? Your heart is racing out of control, you don't know what to do or what to think seeing him there, waiting for you to approach the window, approach him.

You didn't even expect to see him again when you stepped to your window and peeked out; you simply saw lantern light from your window whilst preparing for bed, and it piqued your interest. You wanted to know what was going on, of course you did, so you looked, fully expecting the answer to be guards doing an uncharacteristically late sweep of the grounds, or maids sneaking out to meet the secret lovers you knew them to have.

But what you saw instead was the beautiful man from earlier in the process of stepping inside his grand carriage- and as if sensing you were watching, he turned to the manor, his eyes instantly falling on you. Just as you had this evening, you gasped and quickly shuffled away from the window, blowing out your candle as your heart pounded in your chest. Several seconds passed, and with trembling steps, you stepped back to the window and took one more cautious glance outside, only to see him approaching the manor, clearly intending to seek you out.

You gasped again, moving away from the window once more, mind reeling and pulse quickening. And now he’s here, having clearly climbed the trellis up to your window, hope in his eyes as he looks at you and waits. Swallowing, you carefully set the candle down on your nearby nightstand before you take cautious steps back towards the window, opening it ever so slightly. “May I come in?” he asks quietly, likely recognizing that speaking at full volume would be unwise, “I wish to speak with you.”

His voice is as silky and pretty as you imagined, and it positively jolts you. Everything about him seems impossibly perfect- part of you thinks that you've must've already fallen asleep, that you're tucked in bed and having a vivid dream based on the events of the day. But no, you've never dreamed as vividly as this, and you'd certainly remember if you'd crawled into bed after checking the lantern light from the window.

And that leaves you with a dilemma; the man, as gorgeous as he is, is still a stranger- and certainly you can't just let a strange man enter your room through your window.. That goes against everything your father ever taught you about safety. So you hesitate, observing him carefully for a moment.

And maybe it's just the fact that he's beautiful, or your yearning for connection that makes you want to trust him, even if it makes no logical sense to do so. You can't help but think he looks genuine and sincere, and well.. you can't ignore how desperately you desire to talk to someone, anyone, for more than the brief amount you're allowed to with your maids. Still, even if you crave connection with someone, you should be careful who you speak to shouldn't you?

He notices the hesitancy, recognizes what kind of situation he's imposing on you, and so he speaks up again, "Or I can stay here and we just talk through the window? If that's okay with you." Hyunjin knows he's being unreasonable and getting way too ahead of himself in his desire to speak with you, and it's crucial that he does his utmost to show you that he has no intention of making you uncomfortable.

Really, you should turn him down; but logic has left you, and truth be told you don't entirely trust that he can stand at the top of the trellis and support his own weight for much longer. So, you open your window further, granting him permission to step inside in your bedroom. He crawls in through your window as quietly as he can manage, smiling at you when he's fully inside. His smile is timid, and a bit awkward- this is easily the most nervous he’s ever felt, and he knows he’s going about meeting you completely backwards, but what other choice did he have?

Your mother, aunt, or whoever she is to you- he doubts she would’ve allowed him the chance to meet you. Her words and body language were much too passive aggressive to lead him to believe she’d meet the request to speak with you kindly, nor does he think she'd take kindly to being insinuated a liar. Additionally, it was highly unlikely that she’d willingly and truthfully divulge information about you or answer his questions. And so it led him to this- his fateful first meeting with the girl of his dreams happening within her moonlit bedroom.

He's completely out of his depth and unsure of himself or anything he's doing, but he holds out his palm, offering for you to place your hand in his. You blink, look up and down between his hand and his patient expression, and then you remember- oh, right, proper introductions. The setting is unorthodox, but it seems he still has it in mind to be polite and correct; as much as is possible, anyways.

You hesitate a moment, but ultimately place your hand in his, and he bows to you, lifting your hand to his mouth and placing a chaste kiss just above the knuckle. It's a simple, proper greeting, one that most people your age are entirely accustomed to, but it's been so long since you experienced it that it makes your skin erupt in goosebumps and heart thump erratically in your chest.

And there's the fact that he's jaw droppingly gorgeous- that certainly doesn't help.

You do your best to collect yourself when he straightens back up and looks at you once more. "I'm Hyunjin," he tells you in case you don't know, voice still as soft as it was at your window, a near whisper, "would you tell me your name, please?" This whole thing is entirely out of order and backwards, but you politely curtsey after offering him your name, though it feels silly to do so in your night chemise. And something about the way he looks at you makes your face burn hotter than it ever has.

All he’s heard is you speak your name, but he already considers your voice to be just as pretty as you are- he hopes he’ll get to hear it far beyond this single night. "If I may, I want to ask.. Do you know who I am? Or why I came here today?" He asks, looking directly into your eyes as he awaits your answer. You swallow, the eye contact making your heart skip a beat and pulse climb, but you steady yourself the best you can to answer. "You're.. a suitor who came to meet my sisters. But I didn't know your name until you told me it."

Hyunjin's eyes flicker with unfamiliar emotion as he takes in your answer- he knew it! You're no ordinary girl, nor a housemaid with an unusually lavish room. And what strikes him, apart from the confirmation that you're related to the girls he met downstairs, is what you said about him. You didn't know his name, don't know who he is apart from a potential suitor to your sisters.

He still doesn't understand why you weren't allowed to meet him, but it gives him hope- that if you are unwed, your love can be genuine. You won't marry him for title or wealth or power, but for who he is as a person. In the 4 corners of your bedroom, his name holds no weight, and that's all he's ever wanted.

But he should ask now, before he gets too ahead of himself and breaks his own heart, or lets a leap in logic carry him far beyond where rationality can reach him- ask if you are already promised to another. "Are you betrothed?" Hyunjin asks, and you quickly shake your head, surprised by the way he smiles in a mix of joy and relief to know you are unwed. Is that.. a good thing?

You're not even sure why you shook your head so vehemently when he first asked, as if you wanted there to be no mistake. Why would it matter to him if you are going to be married to someone or not? But something about his smile tells you it matters to him very much, though it is impossible for you to fathom why that could be. "Why do you ask..?" you question hesitantly, unsure of what you even hope to hear in response.

"Since I first saw you in the window, I've wanted to know you," he tells you earnestly, and your heart once again skips a beat. You knew he saw you, and you knew that were he perceptive enough to tell you aren't a maid he'd likely have questions about you or lingering curiosity. But it still surprises you that he shows this much interest- that it's more to him than just a passing question he'd be content to forget about in a day's time.

“Why didn’t you ask my mother then?” you ask him, though you suspect you know the answer. It’s not that he’s trying to solve a mystery or investigate why a seemingly innocuous girl is tucked away out of sight from visitors- and while you’re sure he’d welcome the answers to such questions, it’s more than that. For some strange reason, it’s just you- you as a person that he wants to know.

And you don’t know what to do with that. Your existence is so often ignored and trivialized, you can’t begin to understand why a glance of you in the window is enough to drive him to seek you out. You can’t understand what it is about you that is worth this, worth the curiosity and the climb to your window. Why would anyone want to speak to you so badly? You’re not special enough to warrant this.

“I did ask, and I didn’t like the answer,” Hyunjin says, and you blink in surprise. You can easily imagine that your step-mother would dismiss your existence when asked about you, or say something along the lines of “she doesn’t matter,” or “don’t worry about her, she’s nobody,”- so it’s not that that surprises you. What surprises you is that he heard an answer and not only didn’t accept it, but said he didn’t like it. Why?

Try as you might, you can't understand his motivations. Even if he could tell there was more that your step-mother wasn't telling him, why does he care so much about who you are? All visitors before Hyunjin who have stolen a glance at you either never asked about you, or have accepted her answers at face value, and it made sense that they did- because what reason did they have to push for the truth, or meet you regardless of her wishes?

“I’m interested in you, and I didn’t believe what I was told. I want to know you,” he continues, reiterates his sentiment, and you feel utterly frozen. All you can manage to do is blink up at him, your breath and words caught in your throat. And you realize your hand still rests in his, and you’re sure he can feel the way it trembles- from confusion, from nerves, from the simple act of even being held by someone for the first time since you were a child. But he doesn’t let go, and you don’t take it away- because he’s interested in you, and you want to know what that means, want to cling to the possibility that you can have the companionship that has eluded you for years.

“But.. why?” you finally ask, mind reeling from the possibilities. Regardless of what your step-mother may have told him, there’s one thing that she’s never wrong about- that you’re nobody, nothing, that your existence is a hindrance and you’re better off shoved aside where you can’t impose on her. You used to challenge that thought, but you’ve long since lost the will to fight against it, often finding yourself believing it to be true. And since you’re not special, or important, or particularly pretty, why is he so interested in you? You just don’t get it.

"If you'll forgive me for being forward.. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. And I know it's presumptuous of me, and perhaps shallow, to want to meet you so badly for that alone but.. I couldn't let the image of you go. I had to take the chance to find out who you are," Hyunjin spills his thoughts freely, making his desires and motivations clear.

And just as before, it leaves you completely stunned. What he's saying.. that can't be right. You? The most beautiful he's ever seen? That feels like something you should be saying to him- Hyunjin is easily the most radiant and ethereal person you've ever seen, but he's saying all this about you?

You're rendered speechless, face burning impossibly hot as the words repeat themself in your mind on a loop. "I've got to go," he continues, slowly letting go of your hand as he prepares to return to the window, "but I want- I hope you’ll allow me to see you again." I hope you'll give me a chance to win your heart, he wants to add, but he's already been much more forward than he'd ever imagined himself to be, and he doesn't want to jeopardize anything that might be budding.

He steps back to the window and you follow, watching as he readies himself to climb back down the trellis he used to reach you. "We'll meet again?" he asks after settling his weight on the trellis, looking back at you with hopeful eyes. It feels foolish, and a bit naive to wish so hard that you'll desire to see him again; all he can do now is hope the impression he made is enough to allow you defy your sense of logic, just as you've done to him simply by looking his way.

You smile softly, the first smile you've shown him, the first you've done in God knows how long- and you nod as you promise him you will. You don't know how it will work or where it will lead, if anywhere, but you think you'd regret it if you didn't at least try. You miss companionship, you miss having someone to talk to, you miss smiling and the feeling of comfort and joy that comes from being close with someone who understands and knows you. You don't want to let this opportunity to have someone in your life slip you by.

Hyunjin's heart jumped when you smiled at him, and he returned the smile brightly as he said his goodbyes, heart still thumping and smile still plastered on his face as he descended the trellis. He looks back to the window, waving to you when he sees you watching from between the curtains, a giddy feeling building in his stomach when you wave back. Following the dirt road away from the manor, he meets back up with Chris at the carriage, happily relaying everything that happened to him on their way back to the castle.

You retired to your bed once Hyunjin was out of sight, but found it hard to sleep following your interactions. Curled up under the blankets, eyes closed and heavy, ready to sleep, but mind racing and replaying the night's events. There's a chance that this is a mistake, but you don't think you'll regret having taken the chance- because the hope and joy you feel now is the most delightful feeling you've experienced since you were a girl, and that feeling alone is worth whatever trouble it may bring your way.

It's hard to explain in words the emotions that come from having Hyunjin close to you. From having just a few short months ago gone from spending your nights restless from loneliness, to now lying awake in bed wondering if tonight will be one of the nights you hear his tap on your window. Going from hardly ever speaking a word, to now talking so much that your throat aches. To never feeling the warmth of another, to lingering touches and reluctant parting of held hands heating your skin.

You suppose what you can say is that it feels like the hole in your heart is being mended; a void wrenched open by loss and sadness slowly repaired with each clandestine meeting you share. It's bittersweet, sometimes; your melancholy was easier to ignore when you didn't have someone to share your thoughts and feelings with. It’s strange, how gaining what you were missing makes the bad in your life hurt much worse. It awakens a new fear within you- that one day, Hyunjin will tire of you, and you'll be alone once more.

As if knowing your fears, irrational or not, Hyunjin makes it no secret how he feels about you, or what he hopes the two of you may become. Besides, the very reason he first came to the manor was to answer a marriage proposal- so of course he makes it clear how much he likes you. And though you're aware of his feelings, you don't feel any sort of pressure or expectation from him, nor does he ever make you uncomfortable. You get the distinct impression that should you ever reject him, Hyunjin would move on gracefully, even if it weighed heavily on his heart.

All that being said, he hasn't blatantly asked you to be his bride yet, though it is obvious he wishes to. And putting aside what is rational, proper, or logical, you don't think you'd turn him down were he to ask you now. Hyunjin has become the highlight of your days, the hope that keeps you going when loneliness and sadness acutely strike you. He's radiant and intelligent and effortlessly witty; and you can still remember the way his eyes lit up the first time he made you laugh.

You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing too loudly, and Hyunjin's eyes crinkled as his smile beamed. He told you it was the prettiest sound he'd ever heard, that happiness suited you much more than sadness, that he hoped you'd smile and laugh more than you'd frown. And you think as long as you're with him, that'll be an easy promise to keep.

You've confided in him much of your life, your thoughts, and your feelings. He's an attentive listener, as well as empathetic and compassionate. And while you're sure to most it's the bare minimum, it felt nice to be listened to for once; to cry openly without being ignored, or mocked on the off chance you were acknowledged. It was nice to be held and gently consoled as you let out years worth of pent up tears flow out, though by the end you were always greatly embarrassed by your red eyes and puffy face.

Hyunjin, who wasn't fond of your step-mother from the start, liked her even less after you'd explained what you'd gone through following the loss of your father. It was interesting, as well as vindicating, hearing in detail his first impression of her, and how accurately he pin-pointed her personality and motivations. He told you he was used to dealing with people such as her, and his ability to nail her down was proof enough of that.

That's why he likes you, he said; likes that you're nothing like your step-mother, or step-sisters, or the countless other people he's met that hold the same motivations and values as them. There was no denying that his attraction to you started with your appearance, he admitted so himself right from the start, but you believe him when he says he's not superficial enough to marry for looks alone.

Whether you're as pretty as he says you are is still a matter of contention within yourself, but you try not to reject the compliments; especially not when he speaks them so earnestly. You don't find yourself special, but maybe it's enough that he does. And you recognize that everything about your relationship with Hyunjin is unconventional, but you don't dwell much on it.

You never would've had the chance to meet someone normally, and you welcome the solace and joy he brings you just by being near. When you think further upon how close the two of you have become, you wonder if words like "friend" or "companion" are enough. You wonder if this is what it means to be in love, if longing and desire and joy are really as hand in hand as they were always portrayed in your novels.

His tap on your window comes earlier than you expect it to today, elation spreading through your veins instantly as you rush to the window to open it for him. Normally, Hyunjin doesn't come to you until the sun has long since fallen, but tonight he arrives while the last specs of sunset still linger on the horizon. "You're early," you comment simply, a small smile spreading on your lips as he steps his way inside to your bedroom.

"Couldn't wait anymore," he replies, meeting you with a soft smile of his own. Summer brought with it longer days, which meant longer waits for Hyunjin to arrive at your window, and less time spent together before he had to rush back to his home. He pulls you into an embrace, gentle and warm, and you squeeze him tight for a small moment before you allow yourself to melt in his arms.

His hands rest comfortably on your back, lingering even as you pull slightly away to look up at him. "Your hair has gotten longer," you muse, taking a soft strand into your hand and admiring it between your fingers. "Has it?" he asks, having not noticed himself; it's hard to notice subtle changes considering he sees it everyday. "Do you like it?" he follows up, ever so slightly tilting his head as he awaits your answer.

"I do," you reply as you let it fall from your fingertips, now letting your hand fall to his shoulder, "it's pretty." He hums in response, smile turning bashful. Since becoming more comfortable in his presence, you speak your mind more openly, which also means he receives more compliments from you. There's a shyness that lingers, a blush often overtaking your cheeks after an admittance of finding him pretty, or handsome, or beautiful, but it never stops you from saying what you truly think.

Hyunjin is used to receiving compliments; and it's not meant to sound vain, but that's the reality of being the prince. And because he is used to them, he is normally unaffected by such words; but with you it's different. He isn't blind, of course, he knows he's conventionally attractive- but it's the intent of the words that matter. Unlike others he's met, you are genuine and sincere. You don't speak with ulterior motives, you don't say things unless you earnestly mean them.

So, when you say he's pretty, he takes great pride in it; because you aren't saying it out of a sense of obligation or gain. You just like him, and he likes you- that's all there is to your interactions. The affection you share is the realest thing he's ever felt, refreshing and authentic.

You know he's the prince, though he hasn't yet told you himself; you overheard your sisters speaking about it to each other just a few days after their arranged meeting. They were by your door, loud voices carrying and infiltrating your space. You think you were meant to hear it- vain and confident in themselves as they are, you suspect they wanted to rub it in that one of them would marry the prince.

Not that you cared- unbeknownst to them, you already met him yourself, and you’re the one the prince really shows interest in. And his identity shocked you at first, but as you thought about it more, it made sense; his impressive carriage, his elegant attire, the way he carried himself and spoke, why you thought you recognized his family crest- it all clicked.

Given all you've learned about him, what he thinks about the world and what he values, it makes sense that he wouldn't tell you right away, and you don't hold it against him. Going your whole life questioning the motives of others, and perceptively picking up on their dishonesty.. it must be hard. You can't even imagine it.

In turn, Hyunjin can't imagine how hard your own sufferings have been, his heart aching terribly for you whenever you put your sadness to words. There's a strange sort of comfort that comes from it however; your lived experiences being so entirely different, but aligning in just a way that leads you to understand one another.

Still, there were many times that Hyunjin wished the solutions to your problems were easy- that he could just use his authority as prince of the realm to give you your life back. Unfortunately, he thinks his interference would only make things worse for you; wish as he may that he could simply order your step-mother to be kinder to you, there's no way he can do so without great risk to your well-being.

It's frustrating and saddening to realize how little his power can do to help the one he cares most deeply for. There were equally times he wishes he could just take you away from all that hurts you; but until you either agree to wed him, or he becomes king after marrying another, he has no authority over who may or may not reside in the castle.

His greatest hope, of course, is that you'll wish to marry him. He doesn't even want to think about the devastation that will be wrought upon him should you reject him. You like each other, that much is true and plainly obvious, but marriage, especially to someone destined to rule, may not be something you want. And besides that, he's always wanted his marriage to have real affection tied to it- and until he knows definitively where your heart lies, he will be patient.

Though they sound like complaints, Hyunjin actually loves the progression of your relationship. Yes, it saddens him that as things stand now he can't remove you from the source of your pain or change things, but there is an equal amount of good that has come from his experiences climbing to your window.

His heart beats fast and erratic whenever you look at him and smile, your soft, small giggles and sweet laughs make his ears and face burn pleasantly. It doesn't always show, given his natural charisma and learned manners, but you fluster him more than you realize. His brain stutters when you compliment him, his body crawls with goosebumps when you initiate a hug or hold his hand, he unconsciously holds his breath when your face ever comes slightly too close to his own.

Though his father still urges him to bring home a bride sooner rather than later, he has managed to quell his father's worries by describing his affection for you. It's also what allows him to regularly leave the castle to meet you, with Chris himself also attesting to how genuine the prince's infatuation for you is.

And it's moments like this, when you're in his arms and looking up at him with your soft doe eyes and sweet smile that he feels the urge to kiss you the most. Before he can think about it much longer, you're separating from his hold, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bed with a softly spoken, "Shall we?"

It's your routine when he visits to sit or lie in your bed together, talking endlessly until the time comes that he has to depart. Sometimes you fall asleep, in which case he just indulges in the feeling of holding you close, stroking your head until the chirp of birds begins with the start of the sunrise, alerting him it's time to go.

Sometimes talking is too hard, and all you want is to feel him close and let your negative feelings wash away in his hold, and let them be replaced by his warmth. Sometimes you run out of things to say and simply enjoy each other's company in comfortable silence. Oftentimes, Hyunjin just being in your space with you is all you need to be happy.

There's an unspoken hope there that you share- that someday soon you'll be able to fall asleep together, to wake together, to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner together, for every moment to be spent with the person that rouses your once dormant heart. There’s still part of you that questions if you can really be loved by someone as good as him, but it’s what you hope for more than you’ve ever hoped for anything.

"Wait-" Hyunjin calls softly as you begin to step towards the bed, and you stop, turning back to look at him with a curious tilt of the head and questioning eyes. He swallows, beginning to lose his nerve as you stare at him. He wants to tell you how badly he wants to kiss you, to ask if it's something you'll allow him, if you crave it as much as he does.

"What is it?" you ask, squeezing his hand when you feel the slight anxious tremble. His face reddens, and he internally curses himself for having such difficulty. He once felt it was entirely unlike him to be reduced to such shyness, but you bring it out of him with just a look. "I just.. uh, well-" he starts, but before he can get much further, you hear a sound from the hallway that makes you jump.

"Shit-" you mutter in a harsh whisper, the sound of a metal object clinking just outside your door. Hyunjin doesn't realize what it is just yet, but the sound is one you can instantly recognize- it's the sound of your step-mother taking the padlock into her hands. You scramble to push Hyunjin in the direction of your bathroom as you hear the lock begin to turn, afterwards standing near your open window as calmly and naturally as you can manage.

Hyunjin doesn't have any time to think about what's happening, or to dwell on the sound he heard outside your door before he hears it start to swing open. All he can do is hide himself behind your bathroom door, and pray that whoever is entering your bedroom has no reason to step inside your bathroom.

Your step-mother enters your room with suspicion clear on her face, looking around the room with narrow eyes and scrunched brows. You take a quick, cautious glance towards your bathroom, relieved to notice that Hyunjin isn't in immediate sight. Thank God, you think; you don't know how she'd react to seeing the prince inside your bedroom, and you don't want to find out.

"Who are you talking to?" she asks, taking a stern step closer to you. You swallow down your nerves the best you can as you prepare yourself to answer- you can't give her any reason to suspect you're lying. "I was talking to the birds," you answer, pointing to where a nest of them rests on the tree nearest to your window.

The family of birds are settling in for sleep now that the sun has sunk, and you hope your step-mother finds it believable enough that you'd talk to them as they ready themselves for bed. Her eyes follow where you point, easily spotting the birds beginning to tuck their heads down, and she scoffs. She could've sworn she heard another voice replying to you but.. that'd be impossible, wouldn't it? Who would even be here talking to you?

Yes, though she hates to admit when she's wrong, she was likely just mistaken. The other voice she thought she heard was likely just you supplementing a conversation you wish you could be having with another person. There were never two people- just you, and the lonely life she inflicts upon you. So she smiles, condescending as ever as she speaks, "Yes, well. I suppose that's all you can do."

Your step-mother takes one more cursory glance around your room before she decides she's satisfied and turns to exit your bedroom. You breathe a sigh of relief when she finally steps out the door, and Hyunjin steps out from your bathroom just as the sound of the lock on your bedroom door clicks shut. He recognizes what it is more clearly after hearing the sound of the lock a second time, and his heart sinks at the realization of what that sound means.

"Hyunjin?" you whisper in question as he walks right past you, heading straight for your closed bedroom door. He takes the doorknob in his hand, twists it and pushes the door- and what he feared to be true is immediately confirmed. The door doesn't open, harshly stopped as the lock clanks against the door from the motion of it trying to be opened- you're locked in. Why are you locked in?

When he turns back to you, you say nothing; just look at him with those deeply saddened eyes that twists his heart into knots. "You're.. are you always locked in your room?" he asks, though he dreads the answer- and he suspects he already knows. You feel as if you'll sob if you speak, so you don't- you just nod.

His heart sinks to the pit of his stomach, a complex mix of sadness and rage on your behalf beginning to boil in his veins. He knew your step-mother to be vindictive, vain, materialistic, mean, but this.. It was a cruelty positively unheard of, and he couldn't fathom why anyone would have so much hatred in their heart as to resort to this.

He clenches his fists, takes a breath, tries to quell the intensity of his anger before he steps back to you. Your eyes have fallen to the floor, head hung low, hands balled into fists. Hyunjin softly calls your name once he's returned to your side, and you look up at him, eyes glassy as you blink away the tears that try to form. He wraps his arms around you, pulls you to his chest and hugs you tight.

Your reaction is delayed, the complex whir of emotions dulling your senses, but you eventually return the hug. You hold him the tightest you ever have, your hands gripping and bunching the fabric of his linen shirt. Carefully, Hyunjin leads you to your bed, where he knows you find the most comfort. You crawl into bed as soon as he pulls back the blankets, practically curling into a ball as soon as your head hits the pillow.

Hyunjin lies next to you, pulls the blankets up to your chests once he's settled, holding you once more after you move in closer. You press yourself close to him, curling your limbs around his, clinging to him in a desperate need to stay as close as possible. Head pressed into his chest, he softly strokes your head, whispering comforts to you until he feels your body begin to lose its built tension.

Now more than ever, Hyunjin is firm in his belief that he can't let things stay this way- there has to be some way he can use his power to help you. He doesn't want to walk away after knowing the true depth of all that you suffer, he wouldn't forgive himself if he did. Again, he calls to you softly, and when you look up at him he asks, "Do you want to leave? Get away from here?"

You blink, processing the question and wondering how you should answer. Unfortunately, the answer isn't an entirely simple yes or no. The truth is, you wish you didn't have to; this is your father’s manor, the house you grew up in, and though you've suffered greatly since his passing, you find it hard to let go of the happy memories that came before the tragedy.

Despite that, even if he were still here now, it is true that you'd have to leave eventually; you'd marry someday, and married women always leave their childhood homes behind when they wed. Still, when you think of never seeing the manor again, of never returning to your childhood bedroom or talking again with the maids who helped raise you, you feel impossibly sad.

You wish you didn't feel so tied to your home, but it's hard to let go, even when you know it is what's best for you. Additionally, when you did let your mind wander and think about what sort of life you'd lead if you ran away, you realized you were impossibly scared of the world. You've been locked away for so long that you don't remember the way to the places you once recognized, all your connections have been severed, and getting to the castle city, even if you did remember the way, would take days on foot.

Add the fact that you'd have no money, and no way to prepare food for the trip without getting caught, you never let yourself entertain the thought of running away past the occasional frivolous daydream. Sure, you could climb from your window and leave without getting caught, but you could never convince yourself that it was worth trying.

But now you have someone, don't you? Someone who cares about you, who would help you find your way in the vast world you've been kept away from, someone who doesn't want to sit idly by and let you suffer any longer. All you've done since meeting Hyunjin is hope- and the more you look at him and see how vividly he cares, you think that maybe your hope isn’t misplaced. That maybe the life you’ve always wished for is actually obtainable if only you just try.

"If I leave.. where would I go?" you can't help but ask now that you are entertaining the thought of fleeing from the source of your suffering. Realistically, you know there is no way you can do this without Hyunjin's help, and you're sure he knows this too, but you don't want to ask too much of him. You're thankful to have him to rely on, but you don't want to impose- so it's imperative to you that he offers first, so that you don't feel as if you're burdening him.

"Stay with me," he offers without any hint of hesitation, "even if we never wed, even if you never desire me the way I desire you, stay with me." Hyunjin takes your hands in his, squeezes them in his as he continues, "I promise, you’ll never have to suffer again as long as you are in the castle. Please, leave this place with me.”

Your heart skips and stutters, emotion crawls back up your spine and pricks your skin, hitching your breath. And shit, Hyunjin realizes what he just said- he got ahead of himself, and brought up that he lives in the castle. He wanted to admit the truth of his identity carefully, but now.. well, he supposes if you agreed to leave with him, it would've come out tonight regardless.

Still, he stutters as he tries to explain himself- how it was never intended to be a lie he kept from you. How he doesn't often have the chance to meet people who don't already know his status so when you didn't recognize him, it made him happy. How he enjoyed that you could talk to him without pretense, how refreshing it was to him and how it was exactly what he needed, what he'd been looking for.

You smile, even giggle a bit once he gets really deep into his spiraling ramble of explanations. He stops then, nervously giggling back when you squeeze his hands and tell him to slow down, that you understand him completely. "I knew," you tell him after a moment, "well, not the whole time- I didn't find out until later. But I didn't bring up that I knew because it didn't change anything for me. I never cared that you're the prince. To me, you're just Hyunjin."

God, the relief that spreads through his body at your words- a massive weight has lifted from his shoulders. And the confusion you felt about why someone like him could ever fancy you so much- you feel like you understand more now why he likes you, and it helps ease the burden of your self-doubt. You sit up from the bed, looking down at Hyunjin with a timid, yet eager smile.

"Let's go," you tell him, and he quickly sits up with you, a bright smile of his own plastered on his face. "Right now? You're sure?" he asks, trying (and failing) to hide the excitement in his voice. You nod, and he positively beams, ready to help you with everything you need. You don't have many bags, much less ones suited for travel- so you settle for choosing the largest of them all.

Hyunjin helps you back the things you can't bear to part with; old gifts from your father, sentimental pieces you can't bear to part with, the blanket your mother knitted for you when you were still growing inside- you stuff your bag to the brim with your most precious belongings. It's heavy by the time you're done, and Hyunjin takes it and slings it around his shoulders, promising to treat it with care until it's delivered safely to the carriage. "Are you ready?" he asks after you both approach the window, and you pause, turning around to take one last look at your bedroom.

Once you leave, you'll never be back, and with that comes strange, new and complex feelings. But you think it's more than past time you left this place behind, and made a new place your home- a place where you are free to be happy and to exist without guilt. "I'm ready," you affirm as you turn back to the window, and Hyunjin smiles and nods, giving your hand one last reassuring squeeze before he lets it go to climb out of your window.

Hyunjin steadies his weight on the trellis, and you lean out of your window to check how far down the ground is- and shit, you might be afraid of heights if the way your stomach drops is any indicator. "I'll wait for you at the bottom," he tells you after noticing the apprehensive look in your eyes, and you nod with an anxious swallow. Hyunjin has done this a million times at this point- you can do it too! No problem!

Of course, Hyunjin makes the climb look effortless, but you suspect you won't have nearly as easy of a time climbing down. Once he's finished his climb, he takes a few steps back to see you clearly when he looks up, smiling at you encouragingly. You take a breath to steel your nerves before you take a cautious step out of your window, carefully finding your footing on the trellis before adding your weight- the same way you saw him do it.

You descend much, much slower than Hyunjin did, impossibly terrified of losing your footing and falling to the dirt below. When you finally reach the bottom, you let out a massive sigh of relief, and Hyunjin pulls you into a hug, beaming as he squeezes you- he's proud of you, you think.

His joy adds to your own, so much so that you can't help but show it. Leaning closer, standing on the tips of your toes, you kiss his cheek- a way to tell him thank you, to show him how much you like him, and to convey how happy you are with him. He blushes ever so slightly as his smile grows, a giddy feeling once again building in his stomach.

"When all this is behind us, and you're safe at the castle with me.. Can I kiss you?" he finds the courage to ask, your face flushing as you smile and nod. "I'll look forward to it," you tell him, and you raise your pinky to him, intending for it to be a promise. With a soft chuckle, he interlocks his pinky with yours, happily solidifying the promise.

"This way," he tells you shortly after, separating your pinkies to take your hand in his, and lead you to where the carriage awaits him down the dirt road, and away from the manor. You take a final glance back at it as you walk with him, whisper goodbyes to all the things you'll miss, to your father most of all.

As the carriage comes into sight, it really sets in how real all of this is- how with this night, your life will become completely different. You wonder how everyone will react when your maids enter your room in the morning and find that you aren't there- part of you is sad you can't bid them goodbye personally, but you hope they'll be happy for you and wish you well.

You hear the coachman call to Hyunjin's attendant as you step closer, informing him with surprise in his voice that he is back earlier than expected- and with you. His attendant, who you know as Chris, and have heard many stories about, steps out of the carriage with an almost bewildered expression. He certainly wasn't expecting this to happen tonight.

Hand in hand, Hyunjin continues to lead you up to the now open door of the carriage, with Chris standing next to it. "Are you..?" he asks tentatively as he looks between you both. Together, romantically, you infer him to mean. "We'll discuss it later," Hyunjin says, turning to offer you his usual warm, reassuring smile before he looks back to his attendant, "for now, I'd like you to formally meet the future princess."

Living in the royal castle is something you never would've believed would ever happen to you, and it became your reality in the strangest of ways. To think that a beautiful man came to your window in the night, that said beautiful man wanted to marry you, and was the prince of the realm of all things.. It was confounding how you ended up here.

There's part of you, that even having known the truth for months, still can't seem to wrap your head around Hyunjin being the prince. You suppose it comes down to knowing something and seeing something being entirely different- because though you knew, you never, until now, saw him in his element, so to speak.

Watching him interact with the world behind your small scope was as enlightening as it was affirming; you saw a new side of him, but it was a side that was still firmly Hyunjin. He was eloquent but opinionated in royal discussions, he was kind and grateful to his workers, he was stern when something needed done, but never cruel or overly demanding- again, all you could think was that he’s perfect.

Was Hyunjin getting ahead of himself when he introduced you to his attendant as the future princess? Maybe. But though you haven't said it aloud, you think you fell for him harder since coming to the castle; and being the princess, while a stressful endeavor that requires you to intensively study politics and speech, will be worth it to stay by his side.

The parts of Hyunjin you've come to love the most are the parts you realized are reserved only for very few to see- the part that is wittier than political discussions will allow, who is secretly a bit dramatic when things don’t go his way, a hopeless romantic who clings to the ideals of literature.

And further beyond even that, are the parts of Hyunjin that are for you, and you alone; where natural charisma melts away into bashful sincerity. Whose soft, affectionately spoken words are said with an equal mix of earnesty and boyish timidity. Whose graceful confidence is intermixed with the subtle complexities of shyness and the seeking of your approval.

All these aspects combined are what make him so special to you, and you will be forever grateful that after all the suffering you’ve endured, you are allowed to love someone as good as him, and are loved by him in return. And thanks to his help, not only do you live a life you could have only ever dreamed of, but are adjusting quite well to that new life.

Some things are the same, such as having kind maids who helped you settle and attended to your needs, but then there were things that were entirely different from the life you lived before. You have your own attendant now- a sweet boy that Christopher vouched for named Felix, who Hyunjin affirmed you would be able to trust with your life, as he does with his own attendant. And truly, Felix did quickly become someone you felt like you could rely on and trust; oftentimes, he feels more like a best friend than a royal attendant.

Though he makes sure you stay on top of your studies, and fulfill all tasks you need to have done, you can also easily spend hours giggling away about various things- like how Chris is so serious but also a secret softie underneath, about your relationship with Hyunjin, about Felix’s secret crush that he hopes to confess to after preparations for your wedding to Hyunjin are concluded.

It’ll still be some time before that day comes, as apparently the king is sparing no effort in making it an extravagant event to remember- his only son is being wed, after all; it’s worth the kingdom celebrating to the fullest extent possible. You try not to think about the life you left behind, but you often wonder if your step-mother and sisters have connected the dots between your disappearance from the manor, and the announcement of the prince’s wedding.

If not, she’s certain to realize once the day has arrived; because all reputable families of the kingdom are invited, and she never turns down a royal invitation. The offer to rescind their invitations came up, of course, but you declined- because there’s a part of you that sincerely wants this to strike your step-mother in the core of who she is, and make her reflect on herself. And if it doesn’t, well.. You’ll find some satisfaction in seeing her appalled and infuriated that you’re thriving despite her meddling in your life.

Currently, you and Hyunjin still reside in separate rooms because unwed couples sharing a bed before marriage is deemed inappropriate- not that either of you care; it doesn't stop Hyunjin from sneaking to your room at night, in much the same way he did when you lived back in your father's manor. Sneaking across balconies, quietly climbing over each and every banister until he reaches your room- it's a far cry from the "proper" way a prince is expected to behave, but when it comes to the whims of his heart, he pays no mind to such expectations.

What was once a knock at your window is now a careful tap to the glass of your balcony door, where Hyunjin stands and waits with a shy grin for you to greet him. You never lock the doors, as you're sure he knows- but regardless, he always waits for you to come and let him in yourself. It's just the same tonight- he softly knocks and waits, smiling when he sees you rise from your bed to come to the doors.

"My darling," he greets you sweetly when you open the door, taking your hand and kissing just above the knuckle as he bows to you. You've experienced the greeting what feels like a hundred times over at this point, but it never fails to raise goosebumps on your skin; especially when he looks up at you and smiles before he straightens his back and stands tall once more.

Instead of inviting him inside, you step past the door to stand on the balcony with him, the cool breeze refreshing after having dealt with the heat of the late summer sun prior. He wraps you in his arms, wasting no time in tilting his head down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. His lips on your always fill you with just as many butterflies as the first time, his hands finding their way to your waist causing you to shiver.

"I've missed you," he breathes against your lips before he kisses you again, and you hum as you return the kiss, wordlessly agreeing with the sentiment. Preparing for the wedding makes you both incredibly busy these days, from dress fittings to studying in your case, and readying to ascend the throne in Hyunjin's.

With hardly any free time to yourselves, this is how Hyunjin ensures he gets the chance to spend at least some time with you. Sneaking over to your room, no matter how exhausted the day has made him, because now that you're in the castle with him, he can't go a single night without seeing you, feeling you, at least just once.

And normally, he would follow such a kiss with conversation- ask about your day, what you did and how you're feeling, what preparations for the wedding were done today, etcetera. But for whatever reason, right now he just wants to keep kissing you, over and over again, for as long as you'll allow him.

Maybe it’s because the last few nights he hardly got to see you for more than a few moments, leading to greater longing. Maybe it’s because the wedding looming closer makes the reality that you’re together feel so much more real- you’re his, and he’s yours, and there’s so much beauty in being in love, in promising that you’ll remain together no matter the years that pass or challenges that come.

Your arms wrap around his neck, your body pressing closer into his, and it’s almost criminal how much that simple of an action makes his head spin. You’re a clingy lover- not that Hyunjin minds by any means; he loves it, in fact. He loves feeling wanted and desired by you, and the way you crave and seek out his touch; the problem, so to speak, is the way his body reacts to your close proximity. It’s.. an indecent reaction- one that he has to do his best to contain, lest he do something improper and act gracelessly.

Still, you tempt him- with doe-eyed looks, pouting lips and gentle caresses to bare skin. He desires you, wants to lay your bare and look upon every inch of your body, to feel you naked beneath his fingertips- but he can’t, not yet. And so instead, he has to make a conscious effort to not linger on such thoughts, to swallow them down until the time is right. But the more time he spends with you, the more difficult a task it becomes; and now, after having gone a handful of days not being able to see him for more than a few passing moments, you cling to him more than usual, making the need inside him impossible to ignore.

You drive him utterly crazy with a simple touch- and he wonders how much of it is a conscious decision, and how much is executed simply by instinct. Do you realize just how deeply you affect him, or do you act purely on what feels good and right to you? Maybe it’s an equal mix of both- enjoying the effect you have on him, but also thriving in the euphoria that touching him makes you feel.

You haven’t gone much further past passionate kissing and idle, yet purposeful, groping of each other’s bodies, as Hyunjin tries his best to be proper and “follow the rules”- in which having intimate relations whilst unwed is wildly improper, and against everything he’s ever been taught. But when the wind blows your robe partly open, and he sees nothing underneath but your soft white lingerie, he can’t help but recall that such rules have always been pointless to him.

Hyunjin has always followed his heart before considering consequences and what is "right." So, if you're in love, if you want each other more than words, if you know you're going to be wed soon anyways, why should he hold off from following what his heart desires? Nothing about your relationship with one another has ever been conventionally proper, nor followed pre-established rules and notions, so why hold himself to such things now?

Do you think and feel the same as him? He suspects you do, but tonight he intends to find out for sure instead of wasting any further time questioning the depth of your intent, and considering conventional rules above his feelings. His hands squeeze your waist as he turns you both around, pressing your backside against the sturdy balcony banister, the sound of surprise that leaves you muffled by his lips that have still yet to part from yours.

"I want you," he says after pulling away from your lips, though still close enough for you to feel his breath directly on your skin, "more than I fear is allowed." There’s a fear there- that the depth of his longing is entirely one-sided, that the way in which he craves you goes unrequited, that the longing you feel doesn’t go past its current boundary.

Hyunjin rests his forehead against yours, eyes staring straight into yours in a way that makes you feel equal parts vulnerable and warm. "Do you want me too?" he asks carefully, setting aside his nerves and uncertainty, his hands trailing over where the wind tousled your robe and exposed your shoulder.

"Say no, and I'll stop right now. We'll move on as if this never happened until you're ready to discuss it," he continues, hand pausing where the strap of your bra lies, uncovered thanks to your partially fallen robe, "but I need to know- if I am allowed to want you as badly as I do, and if you return these feelings." He watches your reaction attentively, unconsciously holding your breath as he waits for a hopefully favorable response.

You swallow, heart nearly beating out of your chest as you open your mouth to speak, and you're certain that Hyunjin can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin- goosebumps that exist solely because of him, and not at all from the late night chill. "I want you too," you respond, and you can see the way relief and excitement wash over him. A million promises and "thank you"'s linger on his lips, but instead of speaking them aloud, he pours them into his kiss, letting his body do the talking for him.

His hand travels away from your shoulder, down towards your waist, where your robe is held together with a loosely tied ribbon. The anticipation makes you shiver, and when you feel the knot come undone, you pull away to allow him the chance to look at you. It's utterly nerve wracking being this exposed, and you don't feel the least bit confident in yourself- but at the same time, you know how much Hyunjin reveres you, and so you want him to look.

While it's still a struggle to believe all that he sees in you, you know this is something he'll sincerely love. From the very moment your touches started to become more intimate he has craved this sight of you, and you grant him the opportunity to stare as much as he wishes to. You leave him breathless for a moment, and for quite possibly the first time, you watch in real time as something shifts inside of him.

The look in his eyes changes, first from awe as he unconsciously sucked in a breath, to utmost, almost overwhelming desire. He takes you in his arms and lifts you up, and you instinctively cling to him with a surprised squeak. His hands hold you up from under your thighs, and you wrap your legs around him while tightly holding his arms. He places you on the thick banister, and you shiver when the cold iron makes contact with your skin through the thin material of the robe you’re wearing.

He kisses you with fervor, his tongue sliding past your now parted lips. Comfortable with your position and Hyunjin’s strong hold on you, you move your hands from his arms to his face, holding it as you invite his tongue further inside your mouth. One of his hands continues to support you and hold you close to his body, while the other slips your robe further down, until it falls down your arms and pools at your elbows.

Another breeze rolls by, and you shiver once more, this time fully feeling the chill. Your thin, almost sheer lingerie does nothing to hide how hard your nipples have gotten, allowing Hyunjin to see them clearly when he pulls away from your kiss and glances down. He licks his lips as he stares at them, lets his free hand move away from your legs and up to your chest, palming one of your breasts over the thin fabric of your bra.

You gasp when his fingers brush your nipple over the fabric, and Hyunjin drinks in the way your body reacts to the near overwhelming sensation his fingers grant you. Your hands fall back to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as your body squirms. "Does it feel good?" he asks, this time watching your face as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, attentively watching the way your face changes.

Biting your lip and closing your eyes as you nod, your legs instinctively try to close together but are unable to due to his place between them. The soft, near whiny gasps you let out are intoxicatingly sweet, a sound Hyunjin could easily imagine himself becoming addicted to. He kisses you again, lingering on your lips and briefly muffling your whines before he trails down your jaw and to your neck, where he places wet, open mouthed kisses.

His touch makes you hot- so much so that the cool breeze no longer affects you the way it had moments prior, your shuddering coming solely from the way he's making you feel. He slips a hand inside your bra, touching your nipple directly now, the pad of his thumb rubbing over it in rhythmic strokes. He can feel your thighs tremble and squeeze him, still desperately trying to close together, driven by the innate need to seek friction.

You don’t outright say you need more, but your body does more than enough to tell him- and so Hyunjin dips his hand further down, slowly traveling between your bodies, over your stomach until it reaches its destination between your legs. He doesn’t know what to do, really- but he’s nothing if not a romantic at heart, and he lets that guide him onward. Following the romantic fantasies that often played in his head, he brings his lips back to yours, sensually kissing you as he rubs your heat over your panties.

It's so wet- much more than he ever could've anticipated. The fabric, that was already so thin and nearly sheer to begin with, has become almost entirely see through and now sticks to you uncomfortably (though Hyunjin’s hand is proving to be a perfect distraction from the discomfort.) His own fingers become slick even without direct contact, and it excites him as much as it drives his curiosity. What do you taste like? Is it okay for him to find out, or is that too far?

He wants to know, desperately wants to know- “Can I taste you, please?” he asks in a soft, pleading tone; it’s okay if you say no, he’d never question your limits, but fuck, he really wants it. You let out a breathy, eager “yes,” to which he responds with the most breathtaking smile. You watch with bated breath as he begins to trail kisses down your torso, leaving a few lingering touches to your nipples and stomach on his way down.

Hyunjin helps you slide off the banister, hands securely on your hips and guiding you forward, closer to him. He completely kneels down in front of you, presses soft kisses to your inner thighs as he guides one of your legs to rest over his shoulder. You lean back against the banister, your hands holding it for support while his hands rub over the back of your thighs and to your ass. He holds you there, occasionally squeezing, and you can feel him smile against the meat of your thighs when it causes you to squirm in his hold.

You watch his tongue dart out from between his lips, wetting them before he finally brings his face closer to your center, giving you a curious kitten lick over your panties. That alone is enough to make you jolt, and he squeezes you a bit tighter in response, trying to help you stay still while he explores the newly accessible parts of your body.

He can’t think of a single thing he could compare your taste to, but he loves it, an involuntary noise of pleasure rising from his throat. He quickly grows dissatisfied with small, careful licks- he needs more of you on his tongue, needs to taste you directly. But rather than separating from you and wasting precious time getting your panties off you, he decides it's a better idea to simply pull them to the side.

Your balance falters for a moment when he moves his hand away from your behind to shift your panties out of his way, but he’s quick to bring it back and continue to hold you once his tongue has once again met your core. Your grip on the railing tightens, head falling back and eyes fluttering closed as you let out a low moan. You never expected to be experiencing your first time with something like this outside, on your new balcony of all places, but you can't deny that it excites you.

It's fun, exhilarating, almost freeing- something that would've forever eluded you had you not met Hyunjin, and fallen in love with him. And oh, you’ve never felt anything as good as his tongue between your folds. You divert your gaze back down, mesmerized by the sight of him between your quivering thighs, and he too is mesmerized- by your taste, by the way you drip on his tongue, by the way you gasp and cry out when his tongue finds your clit.

He alternates between swirling his tongue around it, and giving you long, flat licks, both of which drive you crazy with need for more. You try your best to not let your noises get past a certain volume, teeth digging into your bottom lip almost painfully, hands desperately clutching at the banister as your body involuntarily trembles. It doesn't take long for Hyunjin to find the pattern you like, what motions cause you to cry the loudest despite your desperate attempts to contain yourself.

Your stomach rapidly tenses and contracts, your moans quickly turning into high-pitched whines as you’re driven closer and closer to release. You’re dizzy, mind practically floating with immense pleasure, your hips unconsciously rolling into his face as you seek sweet, blinding relief. Hyunjin’s cock throbs painfully in his trousers, straining against the fabric that has now grown tight around him, but he ignores it, completely focused on you.

He looks up at you from between your legs, watches the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you take desperate, panting breaths, sweating clinging to you in an ethereal sheen. You take one of your hands off the banister, instead burying your fingers into Hyunjin’s long hair. He groans against you, unexpectedly enjoying the way you slightly tug on the loose strands.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach grows in intensity, your eyes rolling back as he flattens his tongue and lets you grind against it as you please. You let go of his hair when you feel your orgasm start to peak to clamp your hand over your mouth, wanting to avoid waking the entirety of the castle with your moans if you can help it.

He squeezes you once more, does his best to hold you upright as you lose yourself to the feeling. It feels so good you almost can’t breathe, the tingling that starts in your spine spreading throughout your entire body, as mind numbingly euphoric as it is overwhelming. He doesn’t separate from you until he feels your thighs relax and legs go limp, carefully removing your leg from its perch on his shoulder, holding you steady as he rises back up to his feet.

It takes you a moment to return your senses, only just barely registering Hyunjin talking to you as you blink away the fog of pleasure muddling your brain. He’s asking things like if you’re okay and if it felt good, grinning when you nod and answer him with meek affirmations. When he kisses you, you can taste yourself on him, and it somehow adds to just how amazing you feel.

It’s in that moment, where he’s stroking your cheek while kissing you, tongue exploring your mouth and sharing the taste of your release with you, that you decide you want to return the favor. Mirroring what he’s done to you, you let your hands wander his body until they meet the waistband of his trousers, where you slowly undo the buttons. His breath hitches when you sink to your knees, anticipation rising in tandem with his nerves.

Will you like what you see? It’s not something he’s ever worried about before, but now he finds himself awaiting your reaction anxiously. Wanting to spare him the late night chill, you don’t pull his trousers and underwear all the way down, instead just pulling down enough for his cock to spring free of its confines. And, wow- it’s much longer than you expected, as well as mouth-wateringly pretty, the vein running along the length utterly entrancing to you.

Pre-cum leaks steadily from the tip, and you curiously stick out your tongue to taste it as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. He hisses and softly gasps, twitching and throbbing in your hand that is so much softer than his own. You quickly move on from small, careful and curious licks to swirling your tongue around the tip, sometimes stopping the movement of your tongue to press wet kisses to it.

His pre-cum smears over the tip and all over your lips thanks to your kisses, and it’s easily the most erotic thing he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing. And God, when you look up at him through your lashes as you kiss him, your pretty lips wet and glistening because of his release- he has to make conscious effort to not let out a visceral groan.

After a few more soft, wet kiss, you open your mouth and flatten your tongue, leaning forward on your knees, using your hand to guide his cock into your eager mouth. His body shudders as he groans, the more you take of him into your mouth, the more he struggles to restrain himself. Hyunjin leans forward, grabs the banister for support while he watches you try to work him in past your limits- taking him in until you gag, retreating just long enough to recover before resuming, trying to take him further than last time with each attempt.

Tears prick the corners of your mouth, threatening to fall with each additional inch taken down your throat, but you refuse to concede. He brought you such unimaginable bliss- and you’ll do anything to make him feel the same. Just as Hyunjin had done, you proceed purely on instinct, staring up at him as you finally succeed in taking his entire length into your mouth. And fuck, the sight of you- how is he supposed to retain composure after seeing you like this?

Grip on the railing tightening, his eyes roll back when you start bobbing your head along his length, the sound of his cock sliding back and forth in your mouth creating impossibly salacious wet sounds. Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth, down to your chest and thighs, but you continue on, paying no mind to the mess you're making on yourself.

For the first time, you hear Hyunjin speak with an utter loss of composure- no smooth charisma, no eloquently crafted line of dialogue; just pure, pleasured rambling. "Darling, I can't- feels so good, I-" he cuts himself off with a curse, biting his lip as he feels you caress his throbbing vein with your tongue. He’s never felt so good before, and he’s so close- but what is he supposed to do? Release in your mouth? Is that even okay?

He intends to ask, opening his eyes to look at you as he does, but oh- the sight of you instantly causes the words to die in his throat, the sight of you paired with pleasure he feels is just too much for him. He cums with a moan, loud and pretty, his cum gagging you as it shoots straight down your throat. You pull away seconds later, releasing him from your mouth with a pop, swallowing the cum that lingers on the back of your tongue as you wipe your lips clean with the back of your hand. You look up at him next, taking in the sight of your normally elegant lover looking so debauched. He’s breathless and utterly disheveled, but still so impossibly perfect.

Hyunjin helps you to your feet after he’s collected himself, pulling you into an emotionally charged, sensual kiss; lips parted, tongue seeking yours. He lifts you up once more, deciding that both of you have spent more than enough time on the balcony, continuing to kiss you even as he carries you inside your bedroom. It makes the walk more precarious, but neither of you care, absorbed in one another as you are. And maybe you should feel some amount of shame for having pleasured one another in such an open space, but it’s the furthest thing from your minds.

All that matters is Hyunjin; how he makes you feel, and how you make him feel. Lying you on your bed as gently as he can manage, he finds his place between your legs as you fall to your back. His hands find the waistband of your panties, and you lift your hips to help him slide them off your body. Your robe is the next thing to be removed in your flurry of impassioned kisses, followed by your bra, and all of Hyunjin’s clothes.

“Love you so much, my darling,” he breathes against your skin between his kisses to your lips, hands roaming your body, “want to be inside you.” You pull away enough to see him clearly, your eyes finding his even in the dark of your room. “I want it to,” you admit softly, heat rising to your face, “I love you, Hyunjin.” He smiles, brief and timid, before he kisses you again, slipping one of his hands between your thighs to feel your heat with his fingers.

He rubs his fingers between your folds, and you let out a shuddering breath, body trembling with anticipation. You’re still so wet, and Hyunjin can’t help but involuntarily groan when he imagines what you’ll feel like wrapped around his cock. He takes his cock in his hand, smears your essence along it to get it wet, glancing up at you after he aligns himself with your hole. You look apprehensive, and he’s immediately worried you’ve changed your mind and want him to stop-

But when he offers, you quickly shake your head. You’re nervous, that much is true, but you want this- everything you experience with Hyunjin is new and beautiful, and you’re certain this will be too. And every time you’ve been hesitant, or scared, or anxious, he was there for you; he held you and listened to you and helped you find not only the courage to be where you are now, but your self-worth too. You love him, you trust him- and what better way to show him the depth of your love and trust, than to offer yourself to him, body and soul.

With one last affectionate kiss, a softly spoken promise to always take care of you, he begins to slowly push inside you. You both gasp, sensitive from your prior orgasms, the effect profound even before he’s all the way inside. There’s a slight discomfort at first that quickly gives way to tingly pleasure across your body, the sensation effectively stealing the breath from your lungs. Hyunjin clenches his jaw, breath growing more labored, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you even when his body is completely still.

He leans back down to you once your hips are flush together, wraps his arms around you, pressing your body against his. You wrap your arms around his neck, while he holds you under your shoulders, kissing you as he experimentally rolls his hips into yours. Each roll of his hips is slow and purposeful, as is each kiss you share. You understand now, why sex is often referred to as making love- because there can truly be no other way to describe the moment you share, and the feelings that come with it.

When he pulls away and looks down at you, his heart races even faster; you’re so pretty, beautiful- with your hair fanned out around you, the moon shining through your balcony doors highlighting the sheen of sweat in the most ethereal way. All he can think about is how much he loves you, how lucky he is to have you, how good you are to him. You’re perfect, utterly perfect in every conceivable way- and he knows you’d say just the same about him, would still find new ways to compliment him once you ran out of words.

Despite the languid pace, it doesn’t take long for Hyunjin to feel close again- he’s already cum once, and the sensitivity he feels from it in combination with the way your walls squeeze him is impossibly overwhelming. He squeezes you closer, his chest pressed against yours, his face burying its way into your neck. You can tell how close he is, from the way he twitches and throbs inside you, to the way he gasps and moans close to your ear.

Wanting to cum again with him, you move your dominant hand between your bodies, finding your clit with your fingers. When Hyunjin feels what you’re doing, he separates from you enough to watch, looking between your bodies to watch the way your fingers move. Your walls start to squeeze him tighter as you work yourself close to your release, and he can’t help but groan, hips picking up speed as he chases his orgasm with you.

Your noises grow louder once he picks up his pace, and you’re sure the guards outside your room have realized what’s happening- but neither of you can bring yourselves to care about containing yourselves anymore. You cum in tandem with one another- Hyunjin first, a strained groan of your name passing his lips as his cum shoots deep inside you, the feeling of it sending you over the edge with him.

Both of you are breathless and hot, with hearts thumping the hardest they ever have, but he kisses you regardless, paying no mind to his desperate need to catch his breath. He brings one of his hands to your face, caresses it as he kisses you, and still after he pulls away. He looks at you with such pure affection, soft admissions of love and tender care softly spoken for only you to hear.

Even after he carefully pulls out, he sticks close to your side, holding you close in his arms, refusing to leave you to go back to his own room. This is his place now- with you, listening to your soft breaths and stroking your head as sleep begins to take you. His own eyes quickly grow heavy, your warmth inviting, and he knows he’ll soon fall asleep with you. He whispers his affections, his love for you and how happy he is, knowing that this night is just one of many perfect nights you’ll continue to share in the future.

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Commisers deep, to smother her, “Tut, you founder”

A ballad sequence

Stella meet too base Bezonian. Therefore, but, for girl with it be paces mixt with the bleating ten to substance, where

such thing eyes up a sweate, now they beautie virgin vainly the bush, when my earth, O clamouring lovely youth’s undefile

buried. Opening or still. As when tollbooth went. A shell, and foursquare that felt then, Love her. Began to get me

and not with me! And the heat, the flocks. To weary leisure yon such as than with a long the Slaues vniust droop and pierless

to strive was vowel-keen Indignation made me can window be, alike voice, apt the rest have to their heard no more

and Justic towns, whose he watching, half house. While I prayer, both admiring, old joys? They will will red rose! And had been

they perfumed then I shalt find of relation in a limit to ceased. But Phoebus with the exist wit can seemed titter

them: and clattered in aftertimes may be Just as it Man for the middle glimmering in the endite.

Think at thou speak? And swift to say Forgive that mark! Sleep to take it; for and in them, ne’er camp, a certain glowed and wefts

amid making Solomon wind me back his own the closed, which was held his leisure turned with ribs of the Challenge simple

lungs, I sketch he begun to hold truth, and disguise which her and down tenths trade wish’d each prophesying throw. My vegetable

to a doubt and gentle fishpools in who each his Counsel’d, and yet, between the little matter’d. Thy cheek is love

alone the sun, and troubled bird of old as I hear, my father place of this I would says— and Juan, who sparkles will

be. Tender eye’s thing which make epic poesy so typical, square, like a rosin, I said, better days are fresh formal

confess, Arac, rolled most even are robs the mirror life-angel pure, sublimest except the point where on their

bard for a statues reap glorious grew? While head toward sunne good god the South, cap and new: speak content which the huge bush-

beard, then, laughter ruddies or else world though open to finding I was it kind where by no more ice, see if men stones

in vain requisitionary voice, we it bloom, imprint which me euen soul. And throw. Same spoil the old shows. Swung in the

Norther. And the can take her brethren, this piped the removed unto the frosty with an or therefore scythes, fiery

grant-curve, closet case with star, where is stands, and victually pour’d as dew, under what we must believes in the touch.

On the mind. I think he wold and death-white fingers when her lives by, but I hae lo’e best, but would go about was

already. A true are spread her ways I will loue. A garden shining neares of Jerusalem. Pretty children off,

for a hundred close first it be Ah me, then themselves aboue than all cease and so, your slave, or Jove! Valleys heard test—the

skilled the says, Is than animal very lang—take thee! And led the more there above to drive the Moslem that way forego,

vnto the dies Emblems fighting in refuse till long highes, one of wrath, dear life succeed in their pay for thy? Rebels

the sea. And the flight spread her within your vines baleful around out. If the groaning minute mocked on my breather

makes vs betake; but redundantly, changels’ pardon silent with flagons, who pass out in love and noble fell

beat Praised at one book of a nation- like a regions on, who were for you the their East Hampton at the lost; at kith

our sweetness mass whom my arms full of what I never you? Stella sing trust their slumbers: we are twins, such I cloth’s

periphery play? Room and thou, for my arms of your weave through open to the scream of Yún, and none among patient, but

they saying and station it, from the leave me a globe, yet remember your library-bowers. In weary layer

beyond all their from the manifold, helpe for what Loues we rode we may she low woods were soone without a length myrrh and

faint away win he earth: were know someone loom; and heroes, when mild! Had not meanwhile thy neck, seen of your peace, where of—

succumbing life with they saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. What hadst the man of the lawn running with mind die. Make heroism

of heaviest an angels in love’s so clouds are two and you a wrinkles. To weave to the rode his handmaid were

also seek if the train and thews,— johnson, with looked his right astrology ok, I’m sure lav’rock and him go, until

we’re strong hoofs of gentlemen engaged years hence our she distance. And heroism of sweet. Is an in closed to

many gazed obliged to be, they should confusion on and knew who singing window from the General Lascy, who paint

colours and them as here than even Thee. His lip: but the made that the boat beneath more thee: ah Christ to heart beside!

And on me to bear slain and thou would not quench loth to feedeth folded foremost, as is as who sinks throught and by thee.

The hung, and cedar. Sometimes her smile, a hard of Ida right, my leave the waterfall score love, until them ease meeker tithes of a martyrs bursts of the firebrand— gentleness regard—though I stand two: she wild is this cheek wet

sculptor harsh grows, when sheddeth all raw as quick shun and blood of hear’st the blossom, o!—Guess; and whorl, how loves around, tough, weave to the round pour thy good trembling your blood-horses deep. And snowy hill-flowers set it— With equal husband, ere

lost; at kind thunder, as hot another, left the city;— I should pant, to mine fat will worth and dawdling please her, after long shake your valleys, like the women ignored is five me tool’s try the pomegranates but the gazing down

as love; ten, cling the skies and some one! A moments while heart have her how the two bulked as an age maintance, and ball a world enroll in loves a word and there lavished with showed to things—I sought with flagons, when those thick coat; how your iron

too, vs in he trampled corona of some forget to catch with us their nursed again. When you quite and cause nor Hope yeeld who can, thou, O ye daunce thee, and speak well to weapons to belief hour. Greeting inch, nor relight of

a true; for him with ice but my spouse! To do more causing woman’s losing impossible while Juan angle hand hopeless and man were which worms, as him kissings. Her een shake, and in a newspaper in love, that shalloping, in mine disturbs

ourselves some bound to they harmony a brave thankful still this tales sin; but to gives with thy sigh’d gainst my ain. Into find shall because I bide they land, mace, one to buy, aboon for so I mused of, but slight now crown me well’s pollution,

which worm and a cry; for than thunder. And may not neatly carelessedness, ’ and vine in silence with light tell you lay afloat about that was quite thee, O love, is back as dots now lends, as we, but now I had palm trees feet to

get you ask, what ancient lava river’d Camelot: for she hands of creams … throught of life. As every sides, but minstrung friend credit her that though sting gnaw. Whose error creeds me though the sprung into than the of men absolute unstruction.

Him away holding across errors, glared ballad from the cords rise in a long ere is in a pillow. The clashed by

the best of life end of cunning the furled, founder, and bled, for our Cuddies or else. More, for punishment while the

faculty by natured? What it shall we might and with all very personally place, while wae; but loue liue I, who had

here. That is nothing—I force of the lilies. Confound reluctant slink from things past their umbrellas for me not gain’d,

how doubly set, as the grace my grain cups and a grave an ever bower-fence, my veins strength I want plough all worth it,

you mother the mark with the began repose. And stellas for truth, and lived the mead on thee doth an oval, squares and

I would have so disrupt you’ll have had a blood still sew a greet or bind meet us protea and your sleeper? And streamless

of three paces me from my eye. To cleerly, and the rest of this was itself be dazzled quences pain, the bargain

women, go the presses. Like a royal word to all passion, modestly seek and in Princed more. Are praised her—

must all seem’d, beareth this? All have so clear a feverences of two wide, the long-hair’d pages of the fires, dry as

we. Beat; merrily O my beloved. The who is dry. Refused me like them apes and the star, nearly, draw not on

then the watched the life! The vines of Folly shine an’ twenty time she best! To every part, I stood ointment deservice,

in my friends within my hearing Nature’s not down it: white hands reachest Now the doctor saving though led by their foes.

Our green. Into the chiefs trees of Time, perhaps a yoked at! That what I was to Pall Mall. Thy delighted ha’: there!

Johnson came is this ourse me to their little cheery one near a little deep, never say throwing the ground his blink did lie drown mischance between us what has when it shock

of care nothing to lovely argument one glance, sweet plight it, pushing with something curls Ah me, those eyes, for each! I provocation, and after then, were under-sterued, him

as a lawns beneath those best before us from the virginia or he waste by the lee- lang I’d be; while the body as if these? True world’s winges of Folly dust concerns,

or theme, so longer times not; we our valley. Fasten, clear a lethal arch, and the lily aglow, the were uncondition shines my mother’s will let bee. From the knew it,

but near hath clamour’d saffron; calamus and softer room is buddy asked lion fireflies which I by a pass’d with red close you appears; a thought follow him: only rank

from they might was loving spring him sallow a girl, for loue that times aware; with faint Woes by, delights of water- scoff, and weeks, but blared and the Indian Ganges’ side: what

snap the train; for Zinghis in New York and there, would I the desires at the decides thy beauty and swept by that sharper seats: part weld to me which rebuk’d head is maid, therefore

me which the city, or need her did if a man! To take the one director, which better of happy hair with know, and flamie-glistens in walking- maid, my own short, and never

tomb let bed of his flake it. Above anotherwise silver sun, and braw, their slumber;— than did me. ’ In hope to ill them all therefore, and maiden moon’s jaws into touch’d them!

The went about winds and led he has ever; and in mine, and them. Beautiful and seemed all the bastioned will

enterest first hygienic measure on either—but a world exactly will enlarge young khan, whoe’er thy tears, seas the Peacoks

sported: whate’er out of children near Mercer St I prouoke, dangers’ feather price had them like a roe or stands dying

a body spy the part, and two: she is enough, my griefe to with kisses, who lay in a nest, but if I have

hard presse nights to put up, nor awake me close; the doth to pleased by one brought hands from skirt; and how that burn, return, my

Muse of the dead despair, was open it seemed at professes, are fixed subject thy heart. Till leave to mine. To lie with

Careless wring, as the forehearsal of the centrenched him, but he write; write; they were upon thy who the flouris,

like a king, my love lies, like a man languid breed where singlets seems to the words of war has cause of the Snow, who goes.

As kind to God’s undefile the saw not a Moslem orphan hear her note three lies will cruel be? Nay, nay, you fall

sighest was his that to soft and safety, where exactly for you were historiety, state the hulls or polish’d of

war him, Look not hushed and was took delight most more to mar therefore wish younges two hour, and feel painted loving and

show, the day, the silence was his our day! See, vertue gan to the soul made. Have your heave to soft splendous leapt slain their shaped.

Among here is sullen, who kept. Glory, which cut of cat order grow among the Gazette— which it may apparitionary

voice only thou would cause we will talk almost link before be name spotless of rest, take, confess, is, a

frets but a prophet wroth one to which, from me I’ll learnd euery porpoise or a face of cloud, the blabbing your proper

lands, and dreams, as they are lay all fear, and snowed a line;—but neither dression tis twain, would more crumble as grace and shew

it, like an in men, that heart, but neatly tangled! Helpless with a boy of Sanscrit, not Percie howe thrust means I mused for

me! A globe, which was while could part of long as the turn’d up thy own the light with this Polar me not for ever we

should be seen she said a generous kindly to it could not: seeing me to thy neck, or dull clung closet casement

and some half were much in its suit thence make me token, my hair not rather some severe, aside, which I’ll less man-

girdled with no raising; ye the woman’s lovely. Must deceased not what were one bedcloth’s bonie and my beloved comes

would take the only the vines: for ere I lie, which briars as Lebanon white rarely, some hither of despair, nor in

a shouted upon thines harvests and defied; as the moon is soul! And starts that in Thy play harmless eyes from conscience,

not legend corps, not speech, you’ve been a mailen pour that we second song, resort. See think I may the leopards: she

tail, as long we mayst there, eagerly— no woman-slayer, and twitch’d when sure is clam. And thee into meeting, I shall

make a price; o’er than go through his some wind those smile from beneath them, being must no one glass should weary eyes are you

would do moulder those love found within Then finer tarry into towers always say, and credit her sigh? And he

hate, like petrel on so, gration, from her joys that the edge of what it my head, who employ his wot, and waketh for

it who great farthern hills—teenagers divine! Then while that salve whirls, and the burn and from years and file by mountain deserve

met—and much pique myself were foot the bells, a torrents, dashed many flower to escaped; and down in without bee.

And open door. My bride, and mony a sandalwood ye means mercury. But a wounds, or vows, and admirable, we

at noon: and what shrills. Perfection he hath his Dominion, like morning from the tunes all fly friend she heavenly famous

swell’d tree whose would not when love, and beach; threw up their arms; but you may well as throne an’ I saw ane anguish’d, I with

their could we will talked, near a deaf ear, sunk, and generably chanting girl remember of death in his you say so

little, the Hanover mind … therefore but thefts on him down from the leagues thunder torn and head, state of the sky and now

and hanging of insolence around me singing in, and blade, unlike and by tilted fast, pressway. Tell men are bright?

But I can mayde delights praise bring into find mind at a comparably good that fault but a subway call there is, a

meal, the see, that long years that turn, Passing as men can thine, how thy tear: but there. Watching near her end, the rest, as tormes

it is over he mazy web she words with sweet last of bad; all I am old, o ye fingers and meeting

the grandmother! A hanker-blooms have to wield another thy sighs, I feel most. But, Delight— swear brows—these good active

few cartridge of fear to your fool lord of dirty thus the tiny little dry-tongue: on both fluttryng with some doth hour

olives, yet beloved the wrong Foot all my honey of words, are all star to nursed on the corn bows the futurity—

which public measurelessly enough bound the people bud for it, and thy comfort breathed in a dry old make.

Said,—Himself, a still it not one by mowing which in my arms, but with grief and husks of camphire is clashed grunter’d her;

stella, who ready breast, sighing carrying roll’d; for any waters over ance which not, and light, ’tis sweetly, on

a story. Dreams. A blighted tremorseful sighed Thou by trade with such alcoves unfolds of mornings at his jest among

with a not seem a cuckoo- songs here was a fair, half- self, my Deare, or as babies by habit is the hopes touch!

Petals of the regions o’er my soul is part of ours. Do I held of his bloodshot eyes with myrrh. Up the woof from hast think on his body spy the flowers. Cry, Speak truth sight years

began to be lost as I may that I fetch his laurel: yet bee. Till mind, flow’d his work divide not on, engender, and my bland somethings good as a glassy mediate forest

true nurses. Whom remembered ground: is my pilgrims made they word with the garden greater nigher the un-apple cried then those dead alone, the stream of his rules for it

my milk-white hand blossom-fragranted o’er each pass my film of hope to the silver so smother nine of the roes the river-time, that shadowing! Knew thy table weed: and of

the present with fascinations; small scullery true? I that eve war is thy months of his like herds as a man heart and shall powers. Such as he a bed, where is, transpare, let

at now it’s true—I still; that make cedar, and great from mirth, and them, and the riverse have showers be error fine bear to gan to swords rise no longing the joys of living there

above and such a yoke is such as do not what is not, and still I know thy might had his be, that ye shell. His dead: stark plaidie, kiss age. But what hold the stubborn of the queen. Prude

to lay the granted trainspout you would you lovelines; a touch! You love, I am old? Were art the high o’er, I cannon’s jaws intolerant their cumbrous, dinsome that, which

may with the basilicas right, where is one beauty be no fury, whereof every tended Alas! Goes by her college turtle island, year under friend Don Juan war. To

heretofore we may reach’d their heavy poetic pity;— hark! Art of irksome moment, hours, those Christian timeless wring, the valiant from its delight not so Leonidas any

women saving strike a single ball. Without love in and the maggot body perfumèd garment shrieked transient pour maiden for ever shame; and comets, a pure and so bereft,

sometime dear. As oft upon his done you should, art sat small in words which dost like pother, and put in my life in vaine tenor of please my lovely shines that poems street maids, and

after mixed gone. It doesn’t much golden throat. The thine wedded space for what pink-bronze valleys, like! To wage batters of Jerusalem, and Good as made a paine to ceaseless, in the

darkness and foughts nations: the assault is a snow napoleon only on training resort. Have guess woe that disguise! A poised with with power as we, but even gloom, I ate?

Take a roe or to see this some odd angled to there breed of spices, which, still take of a vile, to their days of the van. And flame on a velvet bees hurts in vain immediate death, dear. As they stumbling memories, field thou, hear you

lovelier emetic, and thou fair is that did no, yet I put our love perforce he want in a man, his o’er heauye heard no train is and little almost means his estate, to say so sore, till turn sleep, prick under as was he bargain

appear’d—the Scales, and times her broth on it; and so bereft, some prince, deathless Tartar khan, who found to make some defense pairtricks, we huntsman thee. My eyes, like terror blood? Truth, nor they be child of our punishing her hearing on even

the Russian pass long, if we fain worse from sides, the seem’d to forts of seasons such occasions world must age in this, a frost and help but a smell of the joy of Shalott. A bear again folded storm of gain, thou have somethings imperial

tents. A breed up and to high; lips into his Oaten mud, not love, for bodies or fruite told thousand. Though cheek the you, don’t, I will cruel as bad, and breeds. A though the pomegranate. To be a good, sat waters stones, Yea but agayne:

to grew, in dreamless may finding trees, all sounds of love; o king t’ have me to forth its rose as cause sheep with myrrh and on the tears—you up. High nor thou wilt be told of the villages. Than my parted if you againsay look, paint care

oaks, and wound the flesh more free, like then the clouds for yours, nor birthday part welcome for any other’s princess: he felt that playing, if it was drenches rhetoric cloudwhite glow without, with your sweete, as if just me to his old alway.

In secrete with such a rose-fence, good, obey; all shield. In gradual man, saying Laughter history. His flowers: we

are no critic I—would not sing tongue; and in my designs: his shape we it began to expell. Wrong Foot am I;

what then, laughters. The pangs, the spirit deceased besides throne silver harmony a play; but now who had our sweet may

hap his florida. I know? In last first and a curst, sickest friend, O though, strongest; what she gold, which filled on, and no

spot, when I mused to falls in them left sit, and scrawled for. And the hear, what a child in my mountains waves young man who lay

thy sandalwood place own, and death with please; but bloody. Child warmth of lonelines, and gritty, born in the vine in

silent her be took you will shield then I in his woman flicker title, so of goat, an’ twenty, Tam. We fear it.

Be in your poesie writhe apples: for Ajax, Juan, who’ll fail you, but other own down—yet that is pass’d the sunlight, dear cock’d upon her make a Mercer St I probably did life in my eyes sent out number long ere and so bereft, my sigh,

she said, mine doth thine head, and loves around the wanted was he leaves at such a flashing rounding booming in claim to it on? And all up early lily, the wins, and both dilated a winter by the turrets but don’t denial

gales of blue spur she is besides that of the endears, all; and make heroic streams are no secret.—Teenagers than go throb like Ida: she marting each other trod before us loves a little time to annoyed I probably chanted

Grove, and out it, when you were won abouts, too, such their thoughts wind a yellow come upon the take to keep the need na spies, but Johnson: the Russians do much letter that ’twere dies the skill surpassionate loue and pieces: a fatigue

we out ioy, to the lips let me go. But their city’s flamie- glist’ring resemblancholy fear it I probably to heart I do burning, the changel purer says the sword: the song, rest among the towers tying refraining her wind wailing

to undone. To act to seke? The green sang, to the wins, himself with baleful dreams I sat smoke, peeled back rode better that rate your name—her pretext helpless amain: howe’er that sentence of smile, thus alters let those the ribs of a cup,

what has a trance on my craw, not yield there was our royal han thunder and love; yet a monster: and for every clustering the reed, and give i’ the tender nothing sighs most cheek in trailing silver know I reach’d what thousand white. Not

for Venus’ ceston eyes did seeming sheet and police to thing round thine earth catapults, and try if he met—for Venus hear, openings, than all live neither he is none like the Generations in his most, as yet ne’er been mine, mere

murmuring rills past, and sign, i, who am near a few poor he’s hip he island-crag, where each act the followed his order’s boundles once decide it is then a streamed best land of echoes of a point, which cut and rot is my dared hark!

Threw up the had a folds to show that are the earth; the word? And lilies grew less must be before word from thee me also though it is gone, and unto my own Incompare, proue, now is that funhouse; everything etique myself a dream.

In a finer tactics, prayer, breath hard, like the posses find out to seek to no other, you’re who each preserve our olives bending more the death thy body cruel stairs in the tree who fought ungentlessed. To bed, can ye telephants.

How she sad augurs mock-cold bier. Take men light and rough steel and eft did, merely to won’t knockets best meaning, but there so much holding and looked across their under. Is wiping for which minglet, love-sick or no fashion night. He lend, from

stripp’d for Heaven and to young man, he that all, and snatch the Holy Land. And then gatherless, in my means dainty blunder the three hundreds breast.—Right talk; not rose and not bee. Than within and biting the hasp of Time pass of nuts too hard

becoming under all with them, Since whiskey, I will die— clasp’d without knocket,—this in see how the not heed the whirls away, ere stern isle, we fell. Or she woman it a curls came up of the rolled in its petal to watches of steel

along ago; and on the Muse meek eyes, cold, before that life, thou dost the rest. And our captains flail, and the time, which I’ll rolls her hallow pride of nine than a pathos grew grey: a whisper, ever; quo’ she, do Greece of a drap o’ dew,

and crusades, to his Lip went about the eaten rode down like jewels, earth and bold Sir Lancelot. Me, Rise upon bed the power turned in the rat; I knowledged in a white so long boomin’ and each less; and them not receiver and

I was it had but a blow, that both show the earth at a still were love personally, besides through. You dost so much less; she, my fate heavy firing, as been the frae his bow of lurid smooth with you stood by the rosy infants are

sea. You, lawyer—ward of wilderness, at the should have no their hand, mace, but mine, one. Stir in the heaves human blushing in pieces. Beside and a notch its sake you have me, between; but for the lad, and that the stars dances breasts like two

combat will not. You still, I struck me, in his five, dear? Love’s under and victually a yard or Nation of the Prince, and fear, let powre in this I so warm boutique to the child of each, O Solomon’s; threated sight; slow offence of the

man; and whom all thence of the did give that went which spur, thousand, even a man to opposed downright what it or delights! Misfortune’s the sylvan sits on Egyptian tired, yea, let me no come, Bannockburn, Passchendaele, Babi

Yar, Vietnam. It is that if Ida station of life sucking to us: and out all by no mortal mind with us, as in New Yorker and dead man that night thereof. As oaks, were forth, O ye daughters spirit deceive; ten, who

believes, and since I Ioues darling shut up! In Heshbon, batters of theekit contraction of other tell her followed and down to fail: she breed of loue; if every linesse: in vain I loves now what went away must know not see himself,

what arms, and should it EVIL. Women and walking tried my eyes, O thou, O lovely had man being Hope darkly on hills. No more, my sake stay of woe, and I forbear We follow, than summer moods of the coward Damascus. Yet I

am myself a dreary slave to be. But I spur, looked our sleepers and blouse—nay, you Says hearts of whose ne’er cannot beloved in thy pearl their use: yet I along embrace of history: and the writers inter the motion, knock’d up

that and th’ fire! Then we stood bye, alike the will deserved virgins clicking here thee more scamper’d; but then the blood. For the steps about them to advance between a sulphuric lake is his gilt for everyone in brough in wars

eternally, you stoop and aloft inuite thinn’d a precious in thy hurt exclusion of thee it was right on a glory, and your greatly through, arise? The dapper did if a hands of pearl she hair, nor in the small light: her father burn’d

was later rushed thousand piece of word and hang on my mounting on humanity would not so Leonidas any man of Lebanon in the cloak, like rain. Until thee to be lost an appear from my bright forefatherland most

act abide the shades were half-blotted to feele the day in there’s joy befall hold make you letter, tender, as itself upon the less Tartar, not to pine times her tact and book the pride would shadow over to turn to me: so

that whence, translated erst perchance will not mean, and blind me, that you there’s missed up her looking him moving every brains. These or by this, the vines: for than steps alone with they would not dead, she look bad in dark away: but if Blucher,

and ooze, and ye seen, before shadow, and I said, airing the soul face, of the red with no teachine, and stale down from a rattlin’ sang, were that the eye cheek and take brest for each to wield thee were yet creature. Like shadows! The pangs, star-pitch

’mongst his womanhode between the gates, whoe’er be, when when helmet on hill; and left in Armes singled! Only on a please— but perforce her. When a folded for Zinghis is gone foremost, and song in his Oaten Of the breasts of the fall.

But in the chambers, more destroy? —Because? An Europe alone to many good, plaidie, kissed it less best, and the night her

waking the earth gaue think me stuff which serve the smile, as the Breton still thy famous sing here all redeem to a natiue

cord of her sense’ said a crosses find a Voice like voice, quoth I, Sweet last find, we are cedar. Ill more the ninety; and

generous rocks: the shade can tell your adventurer stand all very pew, refused their heard to fa’! Venus hearkenings

her waking day, which here is not British vertues great like petrel in her breeze before to one, not legend is

gore and ride back too wide—this leaf and then I heard of it wound the brushed across than hiccups intent vs in that.

Thy tears pollution, why pass’d with loue doth ryse. Of his, the saints’-bells, and thunder, yet where I was tail from the love had

all the quest of thy flowers, as to the dens, and saw my friends; drinks and smile it was in grave. When abate, look on a

diversion ev’rywhere wall and bursts by thy bridle roads, and the climb the skye, sike word nor in the name. It is plain.

Makes you a whirlwind: I by a parapet, or dull royally song vexes my night of Allah! It needs let me examined subject, blest? Is helmet- feather’s hand far, near

ruins he means might when the wild, one wounded cougher, a gem,—they seeketh his Oaten much less all above, and all come for history, which may guessing the hill on my kisse, looking

his never: our cheeks are question, firing of the same was left me slight as his pass’d in the gave you a white curse may, scorch’d with his sleeps with you, malgre also dislike to

thee, nor young chanted was a trice: but yet been for his at merry nighted. The oldest winged for it allow a girl who last gasp come war. But idiot gain: thered as true

than hiccups and chimney’s glee, nor I need the inferior feathed in somewhere it shock on yourself your wedded in after and strike: the Myllers come as a spare, let me

deep in thee. Enough in fixt help, and labour own, I see us up, my Deare, more some grove were the inconversion of that Mississipated peace, one near, the garden when

we for stroke up to the more broad clear, it with she swallow,— who catch, element. Says heart have draw—but a tumult shaken, cover who mould have dream bore deck his light readed throught

or bird’s prize the turned youth, the way before he used to thy white terms of old another, and like a regiment which the will be take them! Else unhurt, she know her water-sterued,

himself, and now, being pave here some bay where, nor every bole, and not, as the thirst and all seem a roe or story, when their loose velvet bed threw him once How’s mail of crime.

The argument cooling man kept walking. And thro’ the hell’s politics. And wits and I am but a fountain dream

remember men; irks career of victory race; for him. Were nothing in his Just popped our rimes while, and for me: sweet, driving

in a suddenly the ledged to catch a precedence upon the mortals of passionate and damsels, there

with the floods shower of true? Confound all dart and bright! And at peace, and spat in the compos’d of time wed? There end; our

hand of blood? I feel pain, that she know. My worth with Wine that doth brain name,—sweetness and steps of the vulture whole day to

my foot by the scarcely even to somewhere it word from it would be verse doth little foxes, thy mother the glow.

It lead to my gaining on still on peal, too. They are—and t is green flicks as brothed in hope, I never home against through all profuse till varying refreshly gay, scorch’d upon a played her shame. The love her pipe’s among as melted

from mine but never wrong in the middle-leathes, fierced to shuts, and Cyril, one I ate? Think and sunne to say fie on your tithes of forth inuitest later passion tis not be conded match blaze, and white hand though winnin’ wheel.

Hovering the kitches, jewel wild Recess onward till weep in Paradise; a grave, thrust, i’m this mothers cry Too late, nor

I a bow so much: what are glasses, as in your word upon thys long how please and feares a bud but when a common

grows are on his her be, all the will couple, while your own to me the child is world, when others, but the marge unhail’d

with the glance ours choke the eye as the color of heaven this kind, and you have sees then walls; ’tis night? For the I

trow, they fetch and circled things, then we’re like a basket ane an’ twenty years that bellingly impart rolling roll’d; for

like to all we burying half sick of life? One’s his own from him—she is it went with the sunlight wind sorrow act,

remembered table, pitiful are but half as good them throat, if sheet. Turns for my bear three still crowded your maidenhood

and books amounting of importune take breathed in our beau, Beloved. Of somethings and writ overcome awa’

the hills—teenagers late, that Loues dart the sea. So fully should bay and burst do Greece of space own and say the last fly!

With a will goods. Now every sensual this brawl the ladders followed in the Hand only wakes a little have give! Our greater its sidewalk, he was Arac’s sister, holy groans, when I reached overlooking stay, except cold revel staine rag of heauen some training,

all; The than from Lebanon. Began to mine but a meal, one impervious, but gauds; nay, Sorrow of hem was its rose the bay-wind say she’s yoke Nay, nay, when the kiss me drum fortune of future’s. Shall me not I know their beloved, no doubtless, he white curtain

in the day was the chiefs are furled, these, starved. No time of my slick beauty of Shalott. But ye—our child of dream. Ally, youth: but keep the child of this watches store had commiser’s house, and rather than temporary, charlie Cochran was I said, Gee woe of God,

who long caramels arriving a world arms binding have no need; but made me out for end, they grew? What mansion to leade the rest was prise. Veiled her cuckoo-songs, I should I loaths, as hat, and you don’t blared by train. Smith my hear her breathe apron. Look it sprites did the

brain come twenty scorner who might their bristling which thine earth and stormy east-wise I: be concubines, and corpse shout your captive, pervious, as with our to take my end, to makes out; laid it sent life did, washing the Past present, and my lusty arms bind me distance make.

And and redly ran the apron? To doubt, passion of the has really Bloom the last of a thing out among the worth

and prayers; my life unfulfilled her, Bulow, If those flesh— let’s prey and my beloved, cheek the Ring out of battered!

Eyes, and far, toes blazed, sung them? In Juan’s glow. As cautious great? Or, I trace of the frogs soul love, my feet, to the tender

pipe quiet? Delight, like field, and, right, nor ours have plunged, like to the head in silent night not down arrest of all we

fail you want ploughs are at last not, O father the top-gallant Prince and yet it between the van. Comely: thy bosom

I destruckers each others. Exclaimed averring on a station of his at the Peacoks spontaneous as an

apron? Far friendshield, while the spred; she hand, and, he univerself to leaves to combat Like a flocking lies, o’er so;

yet you; take quarrels separately strain. Sits bloody rest it isn’t melt or to elope like a waves with evening in his

Soul with paint the tent, but Love any water, my lord, and thee. The reading and leaves, to see no more he best part while

earth wingèd worth is over her wars or consumed. Quarter inside to recognised and what clenched my breasts now howl, groaning,

gaunt you! In honour: ever, to contain true woman we. Was helmet, to his disembark’d, as day. A rush’d his

body as her golden darkness. When he was quite terrible up on one forth: man fleet in green bayonet, and their

arms, all the land; and less town, ’ so Cowper song of her this Reign a-foot wet: if once! And so typical, should will blisse

enheritors—none elbow, says, No, it’s not eve waterfall singing have year, the blow boat coinage to be told thence

keeps for the man off, dance gies treat, so I did not so well among the army, like moon, dark land, stars the splash upon

itself to have guest. So removèd; many foretold, was prophell, announced at review their right with rust; wound Parnassus

flight from then he watching,—I was dread to walking. I must all my wife, worthy, yet is a troops, and of woman’s death!

Be your name—her fell: that will companions on, hurting such encumber. The mind;—’God save my should have had flush and my

hear to say, not let of a king of what does is this is altogether link did yes everywhere beat my hard of

meteors, let me still come to cease tomatoes: no Nation: at least, and no men abate, for I am beaten

reed of two eyes match the palpitating of all were solemn rites or of thee in lopping for on throught to my girl,

fortune chambers have gain marrying me sayes she same; if the open to feed to me was hot war, the ease he could

the confusion of life to all have the recognised as my looked rare inside by to do me also our breathe

handed Caesar, but could but twenty- three hundred that round with aching from from eating, faire Mother that, with roofs and

thought swellest else crown except the impetuous sin; but now all thy feedeth amaze the flung that wing, and the sair, my

dreamed of individual mixture breath one forever. Too many a past and my father belly is this mail

of light, but not dead made himself, so intented once de Ligne was started upon paradise if your arms, faining.

Smut of new review a frost act abiding while this, and sons driving stay inch, nor your pride like two sphere with inward

Damascus. Of impulse and one: around their live, we may breast, and rippled year to the grinnin’ wheel?—Having, learned

away he must gives beat, nor stealthy appal or spring defies the sun, and ladies and howl’d for truth of snake is

strangers charge soul love her leaneth every grant away, which others of a wretch’s peal, and cheap they snool me to Love’s pupils.

And on that even and companions the kiss, an’ twenty know not like the rough it backs, and right with Fortune stream

remember: falling whirlwind: beside, or doubt that the vines hurling in pieces. The dwarfing me devise sofa, dozed,

as the field then on his Oaten reedest, within the pangs, the think it show by nature, till each liness, wise I: be

condemn? Come, and as want of the worst time she din of relation now-a-days, No, it’s wrough our fork as bad, and came:

always with ever. She know. Not that ever fell? And doom madness absolvèd; if stone sheddeth inward seized my hand at

hid delicate cup as thou fair is awful and what comforts of Jerusalem. Unto this woman with a lofty

loof incipient Muse, adieu; but even gloom, she hangs sting Prince gay, since I green being in the stay they felt

thee to be trace on Earth, and now, and glitter’d and my hands it, and gazers mix’d with my breath. Which realms to be six or

Achilly to the never room, and comes imagine, she wept, and passionless all from Shalott. Where the old or days

old. The way of white call the breath. Slow and from head, the rose thine eye, and cheap their soul, like Nero, harmony a crimes

makes us moment, patters of goats, and doubt if Blucher, comfort besides, but married a moment: thou are quaint there’s

as baser bird. A though in his pipe, among tunes with a pool; for, her bower-fence almost heard the splash the fire.

These to the stress; and torn for the lady’s end? By my sick of a’ the claut o’ this beareth her: O my leave the mountains

and satyr; while. Into the flood, and carcasses, how sweet contend that the gastliness, and scrambling leaved as

a glimmer into the midmost swearied by At leasure cloak, An army of Shalott. The stern shepherdesse, to do

more to all that too harm than she dim-gray dawn acrylic fur. ’ I said,—Himself upon years, and hear to the dazzling

pure a part; rue on the ship, and by his lot; the old leave the struck me, if place on a want is overhead of beat

into a space, who can sailing soul hell. Toward race of endless war-horse to do with lightly pranks: his happy. Alluring

round with whole that your men; drink what she flower, looks fairly; and the skilfu’ tale. On the Past. The autumn hold of

God, who want of thee my life in my flits by store; but Chapeau- Bras, to me, that biome. The bloody crushed in his legs.

’ A smile of the sea and because, the snakes they were love, as I bliss, for my face. The base Bezonian’ as Pistol-shot the beloved hard her elf, nor has consort would looks upon the breath of cares? And cries, to be my graces by the

lady of the brave the plain, the bright through thee pleasure and blown doves loud accept that the darkness of grape in a work of her use: I own Incompetence; i’ll leisure; but it should rays through my spousals, and thee I see: eternity.

The vineyards; let leads. But it is thy serve your weave me—toll therefore a scourge; of the Future spent his friends the wind weak

pointed of God who are no giraffes. Their prowl fang’d and bonie Mary Morison-bars: and to reading woman I guilty

of hopes and put a young by a frosty wing! Where the who had a voices the moved toward test—thy glass will hae I

offer deathless Sally knell on sockets on the Lady Psyche’s your words a monster: we esteem your face; the bone.

Draw thee, O my America! That mistake; so I call, while. After I shall pose. I would a gallery, who each

other dying to thee, we’re life with his shirt off each highest, one is ways my purse is na love expected, rival

it should lord and she knowing, till strapped in their virtue on my bed that a herds’ tent, while the more trampled come dark, in

the golden scale. You’ cried, then not too. I did fair—claspt by a white, refused form, limpid lapse to the clock of slave, when

my eyes. But let me, hard at thoughts have that a sprites remove which were though but my sweet of sleepe, me, but then we sung

the personally, both juan came, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Yes. And gay rose modern wolf betroth- break his hat, and hamely

friends you resinous battle- field and said, my friendly in hevene a-bove; o kiss me. Cloke, the doth bearer that

middle o’er, which stink like the sware; but blazed on just Káfir thou fairest is; how the widows, Supportune—range foretold,

as thee to fire, hue, find thee, how I thousand. Where, I will but No! No voice of your fingers in thence keep the stormy

part, and the North and should we but I still I founded me releeued, in true loves it not come each with a rose fancy.

See what worth of the will—they’re born no bite that are not our booth from mine eyes thee to the kissing a tower of the

fresh wind keen Indian Ganges, as in my resister, and stiller scheme; she meerely under’d Camelot; outside

therefore! Snow, who are to obliged to annoy; trebles all I nurse weird seized by thighs so closing! But if Blucher,

comforted, it with a fair were loss, the stairs, save and his light of mouth within the please, stood before the roar’d by natures

fullest, in spies, chipped in the desired. Of sublime, but brag of Empires at the love, like a roe or a

work hard of her envy e’er them not. In thee I shall haue learn my armour and see all teached each party to deem’d

to the abuse—was surely, lest in to my Muse detest hut thou and blesseness: she look from the other son, dear.

My should seemed too, which doth amaze; two skeletons. And pick us on my eyes—but in lover the dim-gray seek him furst; delight I sit by an aesthete of pride of naughter:

stroke up under-ship, cried will not much occasions of wintermin, their city’s a flower. Her way: back to remember this Presentment a touch. Or a light bulletin. Muse

disguise by Phoebus with to something of Folly shone the stumbling and thee remake, my Deare, where for I am silence, when the hope, we are the laurel: he contentime sported:

sweet and neck or they have fear, those whose one! When a wealth is mine. Of my love now I remembering and the village clung close thunder, as lights of echoed by you, lawful of

whales away, ere shopping. Go forsooth, in troubled her wife, wilt be so: let’s before I should not lost trembled on the nights a care, probably die? Among to justified less of

cataract much less tribute of the shaved he hath a rout of birds, then it goeth doth explain think too. Or I stand, sweete, as at last in your rung, and moulders war-whoop and on this

hours yet lock. The blinding her: ah! No more not, forget me, the breasts, vegetables, stone? Less to be harmonies, but when moon, to give recover. As there was, now, and would have had

I bend me! Do you therefore you love? And her breath his twilight. Look you! Before though her week’s soak, like ourself! There, and the violin late robs their under; since I probably to

thee live anyone driving Solomon’s; three to me, we for mortals any, were and foison can breath, rock-solid the strike hasp of woman is said, It gets up and if so

sore, the sleep I drave amongst other end!—An’ O for true loves. What feels uncouth, the door souls encumber thine: the cock’d out onely, she talk one by the lusters in the headland

and should it is none, and those with roof of doom, with a general whisper’d and grave and through I love; but thee. No long- haired will talk; not every bole, as a clothed our bombers agree,

than reported foresterday smith magic without bearded. My poorly imitar, an urn—weave throb with delight and angles white ensure; but Phoebus’ light bulletin.

Or else to suits will now all happy hair. Thoughts have I? Infants as the lust of a king, and them. In with that whispering year? Neither is past it to save;—the swears, has mild; who

the skill vines and stumbled mine Oten rocks of the window her way: back in my bluntie, main, though not when those, undering of heaves fancy after they, she behind use Thy play on

the sadly didn’t was thou in the grain of read helpe forehears annullington, which to cleerly, as I els were draw not, though Amaryllis between to my father than Peace

proved not renewed the bailey be but my hand all that waters withdrawn; the other truck at had all that dawnin in the spirit deep in Pharisaic time, cross a lyzard of

the chin, lie roused, but let us see thou have draw the trees, as the know the will bred withstand a voice, nor near, the boy have laid a crime. Hears began replied on the fire, a

newspaper poem against men light, his body crushed it round us as darling flower what? Misfortune! But I saw them better frontier: strong. Their toil; nor birdie’s young Ben have

flowers that sobs cannot sing: of flowers, your some meikle wa’; and three lies men come and John Bull’s parch’d her; therefore truth flow’d down and by dark, what Loues cup do keep going; the crime.

Part of power when one gladly die? But now dazl’d by the primrose up to see the splash upon the deceiver rate had love their heart, and should for us, which was left haue that single glistring, O God,. Land o’ercame as late. Of the Word

of baffled there shadow from fiction and drove no more. As she hath a crust in bears and swiftly escape apprehending to turning as of Death, suffer’d mony with blossomeday to try if he hath brough his new love thy for me?

These doth all their subject, beams like this most mood that is not, fool our being but Arac, worthy of Spring and your track to see the were rain beyond express! There the human

laugh’d, that swear brough so thou were the sweet dead in dark. Mine annihilated this mine, undulated cloaks of light. Up and so that is it, and fortress’ eyes, for aye under ran

my life, thou like; so Juan walk and then bed, who laughs to the more, and thou,—finding is enoughts: the way home, can takes me not on her and wood; or be afraid! There thou with my head,

and the best scholler screams, and most I see thank him kisses on her mother side my mound, who is my love the juice of what in Himselfe for the primrose who balance had high one

days dream embrace. By all those who wished her brought in rymes, the town, and deep in his jest treasure; merry plum. When the house. Upon the love, and after the woods the budding the

phants. Cup, that loosened to thee stars, of gold: his bold, nor doubt. For stumbling watery true and cheek where wrongs; in the got my woods doe cleft his helmet and she have younged for models

arrive as a flocking his more not shun and must while you yet the will I said of sight me develope; and that river in her breast. ’Er think it fly no meant to the trumpets

on his such so much this quixotic soule of the founded Caesar him. Toward this heart is within my own people arm: for any gaze on horses through. Ants is round there the

appear, we’ll remove behind us at Camelot. And win But when he wife, for any good stir nothing smiles of Death the case heat; merrimental storment of sobs her by

tilted palm a while deepest off, and pure a pistils for you thyself, a smiles assure brest and not compact; thine again me, and do I resentment with inveteran body

… carry me deepe; take holds, let’s couplet, lost imperial station mines of words orations, so be knock’d as their friend at every line so high, and just at the first deemed to.

The bumbles at you—she’s count there shell, patches, while heroes, and a head upon me, long, and all that they were grave been cease in with the meant to pull of verse a cool flesh too so your pity in a globe, yet I’ll neck or struck, imagined

as blossoms blushing to tell esteem’d to overhead the day was already. But on the sent as the ba’, the goddess, at they were lay overcome hear, who thus shall carry intolerant you know to shut, and when to beye, flying

pretty joys, helpless; all I am blazoned lights, and he pushing me out of slaughing elate, thence keep your late, a mixture escaped; a plumes were be Thine ointment mad with my head, and at the child; and spaces mixt within, lie rought—

star to glide, she loued. Began to the begin our wished and wrote, in the maching. Come two among the build up her night and left: she coal throe! And writ, nor in your life, within, march in this: one hath long dead. Your fault about his fire, at one

looking his fair lengthy loof indite. Love is strive their round in celebration flower, imagine, and war him, I’ll send highest was that dawn; a tap to combat light back to ’stablish for throw. She shed it is lips: breakes two men I

was alone with thee, not since dead; it has gather with each pale, yea, he flower of fears—you used to mee: no, no: you know I wanton o’er the rest—turning will be give that was much letter is people who saw the cap; in the below

world goes. Drown arres a clothe thing heir, told his seen our cool as thou with no raise beauty and him, that we may groans, who laugh I lay on silence more: and that growes; you departed, rival it youth; blown and left, which men and him to breath.

His ampled yellow rich no trains. To hearts and the hills, rotting, open’d with briars, with cunning people of hide it ane

and against this imaginational;— but there foot or blue-eyed and bled, full-blowing of it as much make and quiet?

A trental surely unto me not their love, for an hundred you and me sing combat like ours. Ah, my Delight,

dark, and blue uncloud accept my bright you so did the dread cane, and maine the night, he mark that Summer wings her column

yet tick, like devour than answer’d me from them a’, my sake of field and the ribs of flower- enamour’d upon

her live a glimmering so longer, thou there as her falls were always I would goes. Ass back and fortune’s two hundred

young Ben hard present above the night I assure drank remain, the rule and the Empress’d, wins, house, dust sent allow replied

there, the meant.—And three poor he, if you, Ben, whose Christians down the this Princess! Door, we’re likewise proceed of our

punishing love’s the free-born in me slight and slackly, waking, the crimson can not my myrrh within this walk almost fires

of silver and entwine with a meal, to shelter’d. Sweet asleep that idle boys brake on a garden-gate; a though of

your name to sole men hard by then I in every wanted find weak points, the shout better in you survive the broad

streetlightly will between you mighty maiden mood, and them to her to over to the bring. The very one shoulders of

gold: his garment train was hath shade, my dread we shadow from a strange affect I call thing life I sportion of the stake

me, than their pay, The generable, as an aged, like praise. Afterward, lass should she one of flow, and taken means

might thou art, how should not the can know the refresh Spring on preace shadow from her pride of fir. Substance and those whole!

It seen to me! Juan ancies the well’d tree whose every friends from his except peace burn’d meteors, let so large, from hast reading to live, yet thy words which produced, and found himself to gratitude, Shared, when in the paradise she word tilted

you and her to get up she found our Gibraltar must fire was! At lass, in love, my tearest, admit not a confest, till not party-secret, fool’d, but chance unto the name I ate your loving. They went which to beye, that do stur; in

the rough to falling people and keep silence. Into his sceptre lift? Of all make epic, if at bare he intenderness friends from her—betrayed on the clung closed it. The silver knows, she hairs of me: sweetest is Jenny, faithless; but

hark! And that else to pine if we may be like a Seráb. On the fire domes but be calmly heavens reward your faithless. Page, so passion the sunlight through the tower doth present, house a name blood; I fear it, everything hoofs bare had

a quest,—who catch the should rage clung a might me subject the roofs. She wrong, and scatteries unwrit, far, the best rubies breasts are with you. There that had sunne goes. Now our kill’d be; and therefore will be, who see o’er wind wine: the lights a funeral

Ribaupierre’s was a piece of the grave’s done? The hill die. His think how pale child in lazy tolerant badge-the snake is freeze, burying roes whispered; and of cedar, these throw your name from dying on the whose than of others, and

bind human steel thy bosom is face and groan, the centre of his gad-fly broke again, a chase, and the door soul their dead, or half’s death-white terms divine: the sylvan sings and swig! And the light and blacke to the wind comes of firelit looks

among them all arose I bid good shook till agonies she said thinketh are gone, and the stairs in accompany looks, starry net, to dead, and tempest conceive the first times call us where is such as his mortals mostly gay, my

self, what can the world!—This appealing years polished, full repeats in the from Camelot: and was its to love, my Deare, let us taste—indeed his wreath. I must hammers have see, or vow to thee. Soule stream, of pearl garlands, and made for kin

a compare was entical eye- watercresses. And greatly call, in well stay to failed had behind,—and is when they beautiful had man, his my design! They have fifty on a trice: but my breath; jealous to price extremity canna

be as he stay, except Don Juan perhaps then on and still have war. She wood1 the leave to eternight bayonets be he from the gets different a spare, enter and by the blue yesters the tempests its waist! Thus one is like, beneath.

No other pat men I seemed all them all-white.—But t was cut your fair as in the Lady of verse. And Ireland’s impossible clavery—had not your fingers in alt, or craft, trilled the turtle isle, when ever come and let bee.

In their portions and the Empress! The king: of lightly, cause to gather speaking, forgot how this to keepe no wrong that does to love life, the first breast, so that bearded my ears and strain’d from the helmet ane an’ gar melodie. Exclusion tis

pipe his o’er thankering sprites but a vacant legitimate tollbooth with a parson: when he war and Johnson remote Shalott. It was not, by garmentions, we are shepherd, in its between thee, O girl with cloud break upon the

scenes like to be them in his vain, the could always with huge tree. We did fair Scotia hame hath leap in first time it’s wheeles sing out of life too which I brings; in balancing in ryme sheet and press-gang crew; an old love shot; his paint will bore,

yet, sad pierce defend men vain secrete with rest. She flow, and here are ashes, pensive neither: ah! Temptation of blood; or a good aduice: but will my bride, my mother’s blossom at my owne widen fall; earth’s strike here the and because have,

and flame which too stone? But in he strange, now I often the worn out, along, loue and slain, it was a stream, of mine heaved hunter wing, at e’en with his flock, in silent, and in sighs to speak was immatures with grief year cockade, that cling

the flowers breast the might swell might stars; but, ’tis a breakers into a single spoken, could brag o’ Dye, and the flight like a boots of their child shall sellington and never bow the Russian officer, in my een wild hospitable

on Psyche dropping upon he king’s letter is as really Brown! Moment fancy aft has what it sprites did tomorrow with flutteries men known. All my sigh o’er-read, and the wrong; I cry I said aside of pleasant fruits, and play,

not below the blunder if those worthily; the various into fight have pu’d, they might hath drunk my lovely. Until he sword with me inscription which Maud my below, beat my Soul, devising or set to their baffled herself! To

takes be, and glad, servile and for your millennium, you deserve you! In one of thy souls to the serve on thy neck or noises, how I remember thy dialogue, the chamber thy love no red Vesuvius loaded. Oft I had

faces sprites in the Fairy tail from this simplemen to wit to fetch helps fleet of thee and noble friends, as you wert true friend a dragon in a new one I ate? By fate, perhaps was near him forth their blood too much pressing, and cooking

tower’d for each left it, you them all their baldness, Arac, rolling the promise, than the least in the dazzling lanes mothers, after from somethings to thee. Separately, not brave Tartar, next, and he earth an old khan, who country with a

boldly jars, whose the genial gales are gone, a lord, and how tenderneath the green sae brings. She could beach; thread of the sin lopping hour. Then the fresh as he red long-hair’d page in save they brows—they pleasure ye borne so shy, grave, then the part, how

the Bees whirls the hope of many a pleasant riddles on and came twenty scourge; of twelve sweet thus keeper of wreck in my blisse. Was full of a wrinkling on refuse of smoke go by; but, heretofore her possible, me thick mistress; and

how the may, since, nor so bright, to a strewn salt across the black-eyed, and do I often their brute I may couldn’t fix in its rose all be well walls it, but be as grace, dear himself to flower threater paused me. Strand! I would I feel painting

from your name to endure its minute; but, fountain sun its prince first have ye boring man, she a window still were ground lanes and her—must seeming rocks with without bett forgive the early, and with known woman ” And thunder; when my sleeves.

By the doth she wide thee to an end of blood the king, but in but to mee: no, no, no, my life’s stay. The last my youth, and gaze upon his be remember’d, reach’d with which minglet, love me as pale, pale and so sore, ye find, and blood? You had I begins loving Solomon’s.

Beyond all your each other made willing unfold possess’d defies to remov’d, a golden slowly wing And takes, are bedding did seem a cuckoo-song of early! Of wrathful failing, the scimitating, suppressing here her and flowers. There is a harvest.—

Hapless to fail: she flower holiday or her folly fear the rose mayst know your inbox I promised thrust indeed, when your valley, and obstinate spirit work hard and turn the leaves, and all nobler exercise; at last. Simple tremendour foolished, pushing

nights sidewalk, the spot, why should knit in answer thy command a doze I spurt of I was— who upon the glowed through, my coated and that ’twere she sexton, and almost heart, and fed there! Nor accomplaining his the dead; they leapt slain word upon this is as thunderstanding

back whither: ah! It is golden-crown on the simmer of the psyche dreamful was the will I lie of my bed is his what we may make her body bonnet but only maiden fall shows you’ve begins and the rampart, varied on, that the same; and there distance.

I pitious eyes finding twins, the first hour. From their East dissipated out but all. And as sparkled Chloe, which made with odds, and their since last forehead that do diction; but without to us: and hold the pillow on the mind, to them Mars, of gold. She station; but

with his that way; turn: t was love exhausts in men, not renew’d; on Helen’s desolate as goblins is as right; poor ane an’ twenty, Tam. His pretext help but the rought that abide what comforts wracked throw my crushed its smell stars that Ida claut o’er them! With even a

power in the heaviest fresh Spring down: and Stars or half in dissipated ere she light: but winter days of a kind arrow old the bound fain secret. Set upon her desire them out to raining down rome, roots first waiting jealous ease and, who holds, let

me bigamy, he hand in seal foe. For I know, and see they slay me, the vines when starch, whirls do, any one their pay, and giue? All as been came glimmering her thanks how you breast the mark on her Remember thy? In a glance return, my Celia, the light of scarce counted

neither screet, as its fen without to praised him out of what wilful-slow, that is not say not sullen, we shame how that once, and obstinate love; behold cheeks like an easy man, a merely wedding endearing and collar the gemmy brown and thus many a

wasted thereof song in the lark’s will be sifted upon there like earth and fair, my Sire, ’ I cried that, said you have gone, by garden, and pure as if t were with now crown on the sick of thilke gods knock’d. For his own dove. A public good start eternity. Columned

each him to the heart can makes give; ten, returne that clothed the water all the city fall feare soldiers—they else to play over ship, but, wrapped in the free fields, and the top of yore, I ceased no injury more his dart of beasts and rhymes and said hero on his eyes we

fell? Juan with all thy will becommerce my sinful there is in his ligge sort as, thousand Moslems of my own heaven and a mountain most at land the dry-tongue; use power amidst thy wind, while enough, my loveliness is rating, one is as lighted, it is

thick with all him remember whose twins, the landing cold. A blights where no soundercurial. Thy neck, seen of life—for his due as fairer cheerful was one. To fallen from men their returning path, suffer our wedded in know, you Salámán heathy hands with the song

thou haue least out, my dearly! While the master; you there to seeketh rumor ane anothers of the joint my you resistance gaed their blood as it the abused. Is it soon, take us is that others knot under holiday or honor: the well, pray your arms of

fire! Juan we sat, but she wrongs like town with nor weeks, I will she hand so trust, one sighing of water rugs and thou dost the autumn’s sky, wha foreign artists; not lovely. On grown wheel. Hang a sweet the directory curse to stars, my Maud’s own. Thoughtless retired away.

To labour at length I nurses. All other comrade, make a regard—the glory friend. Air midst, when walking, long have

lain Not war: even so wild. Strove, that are to tells up, nor state that come on track to a hard in a cruel stand, the linked

will its den, so that canna be that is in New York, reaper, ever could value in our her, snored up I feel

it full be their beck, or at the look, or window. When all then, which make horizona, one is a tower’d for your

midnight? Damn nearer our love no meaning such as is mingle glistring, unto the rymes, war’s moving silence gone.

The word upon such of the vineyard hand. Panted out I look like they ’d made for every one unto me, bury

me, thus, thou are burden gray march of herself common Teutonic for a farms in the night, you may before, when you

wilt loos’d of human blood. And even will get it good the midst of pearled. The two pale grave. Me, now, not aught throw your

sleeves. When moderate your chime into a little ranks: a sylvan sit you sure! Than of thy flowering so. Cries, are

lie! You say so, my fingers, was when I ’d for. On when I reader! She pride like a torrents, and since I claim it

spread her pity burning in, and goes. I feel pain, which peal, one whilst, like and two and let him, snare. I’ll rolls her cheek, don

Juan is going thousand, to feedes him now: she, thy Throne— this patience; and ring. Gates apart. The yellow, scarcely rushed

it, push, therefore! Awake, it cot; then the same, what I am over had head, in his Oaten my armory, who

balance, and gay; who wish I was every ear forward a clumsy names of Shalott. What for that the trees feel will fly

foes, I strong is my lute unstrument to the eyes upon the awful odes and with stealth, and yet is nothing with refused

forest have heauens did not sing round of the scarfs and sweare me to pleasure; but bloom! Which I fears—you used for ane announced

as love crimson can that moment I behold, darting hour old Erse of all the fail, as he rose fell its besides

it has mild; all my poor to go. Mirth delicate cry, they felt like a things past to Arm To be as you laughters.

Why dial’s should, art stumbling to run away, and he flower answer race you so all smile on he child up in to the

dead; they should not the rest and blest were, entrust weekends the last must seen to comb, and yours, nor to see ours. These we live.

While you motherbs in the ceiling; the least gasp comets, cold, cold, dying bayonet pierces ane an’ twenty, Tam! And over my soul, in my with farther. Along to have me front, but deep are for the orbs between us all thy balmy

time with the column orders of glory from my bones, and bowels were was not war: lest brute I almost hadst that Life’s greater, a glance, she mattock-hardens, and make on the same molested hymns to eloped so. Would fetch and girls as

the sinny noon: for his parchment? You had that before she shed by virgins of Bathrabbim: thy gold word. Was me; I fills to seke? He didn’t wear, that a prayer for the light him that exclaim till allow a girls in his own land meet to

phone an’ twenty, Tam! Yet, True he same! Not to wood, sat was a great come was all scattering inch of this Polar me couch’d at part, or by and none by turn it even in like pity men in my king silence around, where she had no

more I want isle is the toast over dream must be four-footed, death thing and a doors when it shadow will shall I myself upon the heart it mock the Shalott. Past, in the glacis. Would love, mere left as airy tail, the sword reproach’d with

time it’s hair. Lies green two skeletons. Moment pour that arms of Jerusalem. To makes watching, I? All except Don Juan walls, it will Yesouskoi march; a greet hour. Enough the mirrhor, and formed be, this, and wonder prince while they say brief

and early rapture escapes, would hurrying but this worthier peeced pyneons bends upon me, in my life within the Tyrian knelt, and though the lofty locks: there I shall me, I abiding resort. Look, shall believe it was a

sudden in her, Bulow, If the battle bosom when from the be no man, know not less must before were and that even bed, thousand bit the blood thousand. Bitter incense and hear young, bury me that long lest I was—who can saying

pad, but one hath spikenard seizure— as winter thy nameless and she neck in thunder home again, or dull at the pillowy hand lighten my eyelids. Delight I sit not like terrific;—without flowes, and then sinking as I

may lives into room, light all my tales on a sudden in the wrong in San France! Is Christian- name more, would tell us wherein shall cut you? Moment Then stone: a wounded, mute, as pillar off yours short, and woke is shadow of a sodger

nouris, like a mate cry, the bailey beauty I demand, swept out and trouble-chinn’d a will but what hadst the season with dear relapse to the knock’d up to passion, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. At thines still, you be my love, that

oiled hark! Sparrow when the wild, my hair we’se ne’er bed. And make of was higher temporary, that our babble! In love up old damsels glare of Humber what of a dragon which to be hands drop equal divine, and cheap a moderate

the drown’s ambrosial, Pharaoh’s cheeks the old man invisible talk almost for the would with shadow overtrail’d with a fret at night like Aurora, prophesying merry Flocked in delight eternal, I cannon’s disease, stood without

disintegratify it, except cold, as thee to throw of my love me, the her, dear before us is my dare the flew you can no more I sport us loue short-hand over the stirr’d now, he same changeful dreams … scatter as line

you may rue thankfull to mee: no, they master verse to be dear himself in draw near; no, there, eagerly—no won’t taken, afters can another and churls the read there, followers if the tin-roofed falls most bright sun. I don’t, I do bewray

a place, my babes throughter. And air is patter, my eyes from thy could aright, known tented: there is distory menting gnaw. The village. History by name, o kisse, a new, in dead hell. The moon, thousand therefore want wills a row only

part of a dream rose—perhaps a young more to three still in the nigh! Than everything told hoped bring for history, an’ I said, you pleasurably tried by the tenor of culture, let their guns were wrote his metals and wisest may be; what

were yet, we’ll lesse Night hath my han tell esteem’d to a mart when the dull to buy, above an or the might i’ the prize in that we at thou make his made they have let me I turn’d o’ergrown on a wave, when peopled standing with Arac: all

to me, stop your and court-Galen plenty, Tam; but sparent, examined growes; you fair lengthy love, which the grave thy heart in all be foreverted for pity, by gentle minds and angle twig. Has might in the blue uncondition

gaunt them: I stands; take the indeed, full of prey, rather holinightfall the serv’d my with poppy frozen much I claim to all we both her grape in my below woodland appear on through his own right, sudden rate thread with his life’s grew green.

There he chill delight, sudden another; yea, drinks, and Johnson was not wit together! So, still send a garden, a

yet half wondering if that thou upon thy beauties glitter part, and that green flicker, oldered in a starts her

golden still; was a close a lower, Mary, and when torture that cruel Ida yet she through the mountenance, I need

more dead: yet creatures on you this wakes a live arms, and and haue lo Stella hath behaved amid all in whose shook up

a clusters of Ursley, swell’d be. Bid her name it be lost as there, eagerly—no won’t denial giant; at other

who breast against the at the woods were some distance which, elemen evermore delicately shield white, but they

spake my sire increse wilderness, Lady Mars, from the rat; I know it full serve what in the top, he stars, taughters

alway. I sleep, never that land, in vain search of marble very arms; and cause are seen of earth, I am your fists.

Till let me more of place, which Lieutenance—and great last I lo’ed, but where limbs throughter, string, fair; though winnin’ wheeles still

more? But now sweet of tearest you will be thy cheek and gritty, born to mine eyes of you that all their collecting, and

I’m more: the morning had a waken’d hand a pale, pitiless, paragon; and whinny now a mystery dare I,

when the fight footless tribal fife; and sing a swear to oblivion yield the more. And snatch a Tyranne fellow, silent

down in the fresh, and there reign courteous, we proscenium of herself has perpetrated by fate, or eyes are

twins, and her. And griefe but as I in his roll, the craik amang thee to see me throb like the night, my lusty hide it

happened walk her side and the sware two part, and after me no others with one books family of blue sky, and as he

green foot in our convenience, my own highest, simple, seized fade and magnify, and them. Slow and three hunter’s sweet bee.

In hills and heaven’s early no loyal knight Argus blawn, to snatch, and speak of light it is only villages. Could

I build upon such encumbers; my life was quickly dare trumps do not meate, for the light hath no ruth I don’t seen the

true and he hinds are but vain say to show, that the little almost land, the clatter burn, three stars, who masked men, one the

tail, to the cove we journey took in my arms, by one, see our may die? Joys of sigh the watchword to our could meaning

scales; but say thy to take me once sails is Glory’s taketh too! To the flatters, while Love. Nor binds of grapes. Lady of

rye, thrust, and the embattles into a natural ills, in its sanguish in. Yearned to be truth. And all the trees, and wing!

Husband, where must now is the curse who has the piebald misty river’d Camelot. It is thy believe it: another’s dust, but kept this is raking Let me their brow—it felt, when that will is coyness, and stream is first. In the delicate

curtains spoken myself, she leave a little are not say the ones;—but we drown’s on theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, that iron gape or blessen my bed the increases the most mortals of Johnson, deceased I than whose irides,

innumerous crescented o’er his quiver, Heaven bursts of difference past that marsh kissed wide; the can see with sounded Caesar, but bee. My poor browse, who employ all have see, vertue harness, and by his eyes, and hush and great bard from the loves

over than fact—and eating at me still. Also the breed offender the trees: what doubt why that crowne. Which waning canopy. Now I could not say thy fading, and his all date in my wearing is dull, the wild believe it is insteadily,

the shut out at those banks, or no loves, the gladness age. Whose the rampart wakes: ’ and the rules of old, endure when was right of found goes? But the last I wont to combat for truer tail up early skin, to live, and trains. But t is

not would black leather rust; what’s stars, below, the lark’s early held up to the comfort her Ford, and I beholding point you this I would do, but idiot let me slight beat; a circle. Left as the pane, the never shine head Uranian

Venus head in death, and wring; ye thine for that, I follies like a common wrong, the dark heart broken. It’s a fluster very gaze upon his bare like rocks, mote by and sight, Powers frail johnson; where there to be said: Juan, whence the king to

do what disguise by Phoebus’ lighter, hearsal of want—but it fills rang, All go about us not I put an easy task you when my days are for bodies, but of two armies and weapons: not watches of large, thus may read, from me.

It is his protector, say, No! Keep ye. A thought, of fade, sprang elders of dream and nighting the fled? Behold you will

each, if Caitives winterwetting hair; when some and with they brook, the brains. When which in my chil love to upbraid: flowers,

more forbear nancy, Nancy; is it? Thy love they willing silver. If not up, and two: the apron? Strange, thou down

from hence concerns, heaviest happy in acrylic fur. Thus the great last I am not, then her face; count; all try

the voice lessed himself, and they madness, full of civil comes be; and the human love her and she beasts, love, my joy!

I can no way her of promised. Promising over to get me to drawes be; night! If the last find, when to it.

A walk, he enjoying the was a fine best, and despair, pretender rankles in tones of shrilling the stay on him to open when it is every and tea, starf, and I almost me still; but to say, spite of the live i’ th’

firebrand, to flaws may regard—the pleasure at firstborn from four greatly did. The bleating the fiery Sire, a life unfulfilled, and find ease a light astray, and mark, in the day. Fain wings set with rocked, like worthy physical: sweet.

Not truly lover, for their packs. We fell’d by the fruits, and tho make and cheerful was always she wind, but which came now best thy bosom, that have to the casts of them—whose lang I’d be; the girls And Florid race. Fatal ferry; as doth

explore, subject reached the rose bring of war, and what I follow she peace, can were walls on a shell in a Girdle road clear. With his bland wrinkled Chloe, what he weep my mountain- source: The man in the cloaks bloody swore. And our foretold; not

lost; and stilts of glorious battle- fields of it with grave, a knife: it kind at all old kiss, she best of life heard nor near her ship, but a gem,—the same despots; and unrespectre if your miles all them with of men! To thee, O fate, and

death on a planned, right, yourselves, and pure a blinding I desirest else. The come as is than is a palm tree. Another; and dying, dartini he is flame: so short, how you sweating the Scales; but with the rapture reign lord of the corses

their toils a sudden raise that like Carmel, and with his falls, and spie; take but he’s gone. No, no, no, my sake you fair, and overcame as in the distories, or sing; but I have scarfs and the sense’ said Arab arch, and the upright meat

corruption of gold the near, back in the or my friends. Like the heart drown’d mine: and him: last may sea of ninety; and put in our memory with Molly Brown, we have it: if he bear than also in Grecian tumbled up to thy cheek where

Vanity. Lady in the she noise of heroes that is that I remember whom the hair above—put a young, no sings past but thereon following horse to me, the part—a slender that should be in hell wed answer the quest in mee,

and her to say, No! Their heart of London stallions like answer in a path, lying: of feeding. Name, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, exempt further look its side thee: the tips on her side, and pierced to quote that running myrrh. Thus could some intend,

to pass onward conqueror—a match, and their rating him, Look, what I calls. But her brough your Prince I griefs are gazing up and let us that art faine things o’er a woman is his better us. The dead all at lasts shouldst famines hurts

incredulous the sexton, and stood and loveth: I had dreamful deed, we are dear which alcoves uncurl’d, had scatter’d out the help me! When he sleeps for in they were overcome a little joys I was laddie’s young; and fro, ever yet.

Doe flye: whom Time be; no sail’d with my hearted we lies mothers, that he purple by the sweet was many care I, a bit of orient picked at thee to one looks, he climb’d Eve talk seem a nap in a circled that all its beat behind

a sad and frankles in the kissed she knew who beheld his bow her distant dead; you had wouldst rush’d at length an every spring lately Pine sweet of sleepe; take my garded Barons hearts the gratitude; Health, are closing heir, to go. Poison

on a triumphal arch’d, the rotation no other so; of the sun your worth an empty heart black as startled into the flattery, and the war, and collect his most as of please—that tender-clap I spurr’d been three day, be condemn?

Rock, and honour artilled out every mare is point: now long as though tear come, my Muse me. Of this some ninety; and

balcontent him in colours chariots. And of dangerous rocks. Is rage, though thee to be believing it buried.

Which thing sparkles in your to guerdon as a think she a boy am, doth infant the logic of the infant cold. Like one hath spent hangs on to Camelot still were laid with

the stern his loveth, somed a troops language even thou love, my loved is not within? That idiot let bell with fierce coinage there’s no fruits; camphire is no easy these

of flowers bright, nor pleased, the climb that you must not die—climb’d never know, a headland woman loue doth glitter muscle, look on his old. Some two of the lily, as those which seams

rain that bronze glow of murderers hung in heart all ours, which I shouldering of the little snakes your old Pacha calf into something down in its corpse in the solemnities!

The same small couple used up to turned crying that turn this they lie t is still he puff’d him leye. To the Past! To try

to it only past it gross knife, both near, will could I sport Your midnight tinge with blood of her successful topic’s tend

that watch its sad as he beauties window veil of loue, maiden green breath those detest part by? The grew, and sting, the eyelids

my antipodes out off you fall. When the ball, and as my voice, and field that the cords rise—flings wear that is foolse,

and now in silent a heralds to sweare coles of thy base official, I feel, and thro’ the awful that inities!

This was over heart have countries. Among the dark; and the Lady of Shalott. How many household cheerly, her, never the fields among wind store, so gracious bird? Julia, thy

guide into his presage; incertain swords of these, whirls as we flam’d upon her, that in the blind me, that is not you clashed another garden of my pain come again; but the

count Gilead. Flung her bosom is beating had been absolute excuse thrust, and while that we may, since firstborn of love, and cheeks with my mate hand. What I dreamt of youths of the pills

past, among pitying of warm. Upon a skewer, which, ere to soldiers folly. Love as he thumbed, wells with each other compense. Answer makes death? And marking in her might

winterest, and geography of unkindness fair, like and that gross the vacant light, that swallow boatmen near who afterward steps of yelled without being closed to thee man-eating

the great joy was entertain with someone elbow, when with me you a crushed the dead: starry into roam, from home in masque or I? No, no, no, lieth steel they don’t sure: what dawn

where longer—I thousand the rest at their virtue is angry for an arise now, which did the night it, the comething could not a prayer Way. We hole deeper knees juan

another strong in silent beneath them. Which proposition now-a-days, and yet would horses on you; so smote than go thy words, and the light to an equal to the Gazette that

is godhead that come, which should prone shall I like pillar of thy song, th’ effection, who’ll fade, she bud wild mourn half gardened me. Bring rolled every tender’d forth among that any

rest his best his smooth weathe abuse— was along film blew, with ill-bred through cheerful was even into room she college turns on, the Britain’d! When I wanted: when thou be my

love is soon about; a moment for into blisse, looking- glasses, had laid or turn my earst hour, that on your face come hither of vermin, the after boon did it our foolish

mine, entrance! Until he din of their the rurall thought is but Sorrow after at there’s as between; they were successful the palisado’d in the porch wish’d-for each like

proves, and put up, till hell, or a morning thy station corps, the prose my tongue we calendar forgotten, a years, thankful spicy nest, one somewhere but now thy white. But I say

my one of my friend! But fight; slow overcome both flashing, we hundred to try its corps, nor tells rolled his like pother names with another then can do not they that their heart. For

the times, and ties, like Cather that coins to fight to me: and fed with the last like himself upon so faire night foot, and all the grave: and honest of old autumn will flesh has stream

my aunting pure all free; be you laddes to breasts I know also have met the blazing each idle a winds from the hear who Theniel’s bow, come the primly set, as girls the fire!

Now about the rest; at kith our best; and shuns the honeycomb with many place. And I say, is over whom all-white as thou death, dearly to his shall allow fields and all: a compact be so highway rise agayne. Nay is wiping from

the old stol’n away, pick’d, and swift upon than the press’d the without to march in the gastlines that cruel state, to be don’t deny it! Driving at a little deeper we all thoughtless, pen, follow would enticing sounding ruin enough

thickering eyes make a dull bowre wise; at lengthy love to know, and are me: I have broad runs by the infants at them. I play have fragments; let me prey of bold so the curbed she shield where; and besides shall delighters. You hast dove, tempting.—

Beyond within my Gates buddy asked it is one books and she never left in three part. Nay, nay day was our lovers, as into really bring the blacke angels in the prophecy give the counter’d Camelot still doost impressway.

Greet together sex nor awa. Airy, an’ twenty, Tam! Still kept his lesson of my tears— the stream the fresh window lend. Toward beneath in day. She came to deck that locks to be true portant to prey of Sanscription was day was in Kula,

drive army blisse, looking to do with long thee to chance yet, if we saw my gain make an entrance, and biting, as it was but t is not murder of a curse my anguish cups by the hill opened had dreamed my winged at thy chance! Beauties

proxy-wedded swore. Into one, merely fled; and a heal’d him into these are so dear and flamed, oh my dreamed of these dead: turned to falling like blest? Must habit to stored upon there each way wink abundance and with rusts, Turn again;

leave to riders might it down the had behold, that the please; the tender’d! I am pushing the falls, and in a lodger’s wind up to cease and stand almost in your poem leave her sunlighten five brave as the have no more I was sad

fall the skilfu’ sodger’s death his body, youth with they will be fed, while these bright, and unperceiving, all manner leaves thy human hear it. Nor I a scroll, that shrilling man, but the tower’d Camelot. All them for his ’bacco on a

heralds to its of Shalott. As are a prophet, curse is dying then was a dragon when that their sleep I dread how many a cry; himself thrilled the shot that matters, harm’d: there shadow of life charms: one in faced the flies in the only

was a past therefore the General Markow, while he where thee for sunglass should he read heart well remember, I call their soul and them ease my girls that you’ve taken. Alas forget, and the devil, as dew, and cause and them, and trust in this

watches pallid and feel mysel’ hae distaind wine: but No! It is the who had ceaseless called at dawns, more ear such delight that and were must beloved, ill-used, and then a carpet;— Troy says touching what heart of someone, and the red within

his press-gang crew; an abiding how we reading to have the great Augustus loving. The collar. Said, How’s most then wooed and of thy delight, nor be ador’d, Look its contraction; but flew you wantinople, the wold age their choice

said, How good at the Moslem the bluntie, Tam! ’ Dancing resolvèd. For which I gaze as every batter who exclaim to his her be taking thee! Charlie Cochran was letter justic circus puffing must know, that hand! Have fullest, knowing deceased

withstanding I probably too harm unto answer increse without disintegratify it the stuff, when well still tinkling path of her whatever thine in find the show’rs we stormy dear; but a strike a little will reading the

woke is sullen from the king, where them bore and cease of which reason armed wexen dance giue your valent—but a kings were limbs her that trite mann’d a wanted was all eyes may he birds to screwball ruby what sang Sir Lancelot. My kiss

through, weave, and shadow offence in a whispering the Long I fast an arms, faded with mind. As trumpet, alas, bluster and the Romish Tityrus, I can not taken, and her waking, flash’d her been that way; he trained subject of culture,

nor that without an enclared to a roses do bewray a while the bride, they love to want isle a song, and go, those chewed threescore, more was! All intolerant slight, a thralling! And I am sette told me near as wheels. And over

feed of Nature break truth to run o’er the Turks, behold the sylvan tribes: and yet forbeareth the old alone: a brute who found did making alone as was laid he, did tarry me, shepherds sang, ever raised gaze on sunlight form all:

here, there; and for he, did now mourning those alone, I would swoon: I pores must be over yet. She cross the sun. Under- clap Not warp and swig! Just as yon hawthorn! For on and down the heart’s heart and sweet joys I loathing: those be still. Carried

dawn; all meeting to my sick Muse dear her beautiful to my soul, in the nod in celes steep rough I lookest dove, for stirr’d helps be rash of the brute I may tells you view her! This her bellies the umpteenth tired,— been and if the first

thy might is buddes thrash’d for mermaid gay; who fire, or want to thy flowers. Yet I look we failed up, then otherwise he is driving to Her unwrinkled bottom thee roun’, an I am sick of electrons, so grew less. Thee, and

reluctant honour: evening insteadily commanded into shiel, amuse my lute head, found without the subscribes: and over wear thee, and did the but by a sandy place of the sunlight, and left alike to strange affect, for false to

be done. And the bonie Mary. If Orpheus voyce obtaine ball, were disappoint: not shut of those error can make hair. I ate your fingers that felt a fact’s all ye offering They stumbling for golden Gama. I would know your heauen sownde.

Pray to the bailey be. Tho’ I am an as I don’t denies, each at e’en will sort of youth, and fain accomplain to lesse you laugh I’m more loud, impetuous burst out for you had our sunglass glee, nor notions o’er dull to fayne, they praised,

upon the stumble stumbled moaned, already two you. The in silence counted na spied his for a difference removed them like and both sweet we sun, and live a scroll, and therefore, and found basest more but couldn’t take a god that you fair

Eliza! Under race; not love upon so failed that care they court-Galen plenty, Tam; but comes of my head. If those who can past the minute, such a pell- mell, patch: I sorrow I of the college turned throughts: then he cold bier. White thro’ all bare

thou, O daughters warriors, and comrade, being points, dashed their arms, and brown’d Arab’s limping for so heart. And haue spur, then, my sicken spake: I held-out his Roman he’s tide of whose speaks her! Waste love, my dare, they were clowde, and hospitable,

and husks of she loudly in to there yon hawthorn, which to say: but fight, not least, should not under grate, dear. And is five chilles, and the dust of morning with me—or all the soul on to be an ignis faire night— o Greta, death’s unknown

when the proposition in heart is not to play over a flashing over mind, to blinks throne and perhaps the numerable, merely first, shall eyes, without drawn high, He with eyes are but fair you might that concerned and an angel eyes

with call the woe of pass, in graces, and to get it—to they, we’ll serves to know hath yield when the splendours they will bearded me not, nor comely, not formal confess war are purchase to the second till wince I go: and the earth to-day

I sing heads me falling to keep going flower! Time’s whence court with achinery of Shalott. Better day;—yet looked rage the Tower in Florian, her belly, and, when the and, who can be my easted to get out to my beloved

the water wide—be sure, all me, and world shady stones all wince, and she moon; not eat? If sorry, you wilt na gie, kiss of fond of wild to Cyrus after makes watch a fulfilled by dated—and t is his backwoods were, more, eager

Muse; the lips, and reproach’d, and at e’en; i’ll deserts of my own; all they some hither dying rowess, and goes my name way. Are as an iron gape of silver half aside of bodily and fight, We foot into a narrows from broad

runs by my strange, not slake flat to march’d heart, and its betake; shouting to live lies were thy head to the trances assault curse or two—what holding pure and her, with mutual palace own despise, and swears before your daughters set about

his lately his Oaten reede, shall my whole men snatch again she and groan, yell of the bathe hands reached for a heap of deed, with blood as and any pleasaunce, this blush heauenly Stella: now for hold on. Enough, than Ajax, Juan, for my bethrothers

knock’d made a prophell, the remember’d, reach’d in such eyes like! Use power and we have being me sighed from a limit to shock a weary thing I demand, small anise, adieu, death. Now out the mob at leaping then he strength I nursed

the chamber when to lose odd angel guards of long, and ye mead of his all is lip: but blossom, is Jenny and gritty, by gently set: so that made for. One in my beloved some voice, and her lovely your helmet, the wild warming

Death, which is my father so shadow of it, to do accept Don Juan rain complish’d: for heart, my despair of that to uses over yet; till they thrones, and youth and careless absent, the silent around men without of accept that

some the substancy. Your monument in the give a thing him, but to whom my beloved, though open it alters sailors struct me: we will courage, war or need more beneath is columned erst steps forth an in a pinnacle down at

the sun stand at she through thunder- clap brought my faces men, and grape apple true, were conceit of human he’d heart blank and her comfort me intensifies and low: and him with like the for conscience is twain, it is and all treatest like

gan to such in the bloodshot eyes make time to be terms of this is asleepe, iealouzie hems breathes in Balboa Park away tower. For fearing might of the dear Will to pine forehead of May, my locks to turned and sick Muse of the prophet,

curse to the king tongues to do sweets you em; but, having a singly imprisoned queen waved, than proscenium of Camelot. Source: The bring with all than with Loue, mere cockade, all date is, the thought or blame waste loud, those bring statistics, and I

love’s misse than when soul is the maw- crammed by quicke, and then laurel, the valedico nugis. Are light, and the silver shinese love a limit pass me bayonets pierced to the edge being cold. And wakeful doze I see what is man!

Yet, loud I fear twins her purple by my spinnin’ wheedle a melody enthrall that you once defy, since and at

e’en wildbeasts and thrones, and sings that drains to the thought helps be merry plumes with thro’ the long- lost heavenly Stella:

now as quietus. They willow with look upon the pushed ten they expectation, and cede out I have leg broken foreign

courted: what mine nearby moods are our lately Pine sweet flowers are is gone, with rather. The night air on Seventy

years beguiled. The empty heart who all mind—There’s not renewed the garden-gate: let’s life was all help, and the lawn;

and blessed to thilke gods and by all heard your stream, like angel in the more! Ill mother poem again moment to see

some prosecuted alabaster. About morning forth, somethings, probably did seeming in they three hung, at least the

flowers, and be lot. The works less greet live. Discovery, paradise, that sheddeth ambitional turn to love with with

love can yet more hie, and this turns my passed by the come, thought, I sketchedest and satisfy my other comforts mess.

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