The room was dark, with only the blaze of the fire and a few candles in the far corners for light. The room was sparingly furnished, but decorated completely in blood red and black with a large and lavish bed located in the center of the room. The bed was emperor sized, with an extremely low frame, made to look as though there wasn’t one. It was set on a platform, raised by several steps. This was a custom made bed with a canopy of double layered sheer black silk. The rest of the bed was done in the same colors, with the cloth made of the finest blend of silk and satin.
Lounging in the middle of this massive bed was a man. He was a tall man with piercing, dark blue eyes that were at this moment directed into the flames. He shifted on the sheets and softly sighed with boredom, then tossed his head slightly as his waist length pitch black hair fell across his face. His sapphire eyes turned back towards the flames as he noticed that they were dying. With another soft sigh he threw off the covers and got out of bed, standing naked in the room, while swiftly raking the room with his gaze in search for the wood to feed the fire.
He located the pile of logs and strode toward them, moving with the lethal grace of a time honed hunter. He had been trained in the arts of war since he was old enough to walk, and he had always been a natural with any blade, and it was said he was the best archer in the entire kingdom. In short, Prince Sasha was a born warrior, and it showed. He towered at 6’9”, with broad shoulders and a powerful warrior’s body. His thick black hair gleamed like a raven’s feather and his eyes seemed to hold any person captive in their commanding stare. His face was finely chiseled, with high cheekbones and soft, yet firm lips that could be pressed into a cold line or curve into a sensual smile. He was a picture of masculine beauty and raw sexuality.
Sasha picked up a few logs and deftly threw them into the fire, then used the metal rod to stoke it to a blaze. He watched the flames for a few moments, once again lost in his thoughts of the new girl that had come to him just a few nights ago. Regeane was her name, and she inflamed him as fully as this fire consumed the logs. He wanted her, but she was so innocent, so new, he almost didn’t dare take her yet. He wanted to give her time to get used to his kingdom, and himself. Then. Then he would make her his.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on his chamber door. He turned and was about to ask who was there when he realized he was standing in the middle of his room stark naked. He moved with swift silent grace to his bed and had just made it under the covers when the door cracked open, and a small figure poked her head through and timidly asked if he was there. Sasha was momentarily shocked to realize who was at his door. Regeane.