A Mandrake's Gesture Vol. V

Geinere's frailty was that of an abandoned child, lost in the world. Her hurt was so that of anguish and desperation, her heart burdened by his hateful words. His domineerance, his drunken righteousness, protruding as a writ man. A careful prodigy was he, as his stupor conceited to arousal and a display of power. "Geinere, calm thee now. Closer, though not as baffled, as I, for you are in dear service, fulfilling thee! Serve your King graciously." "My lord, pray thee no. . . ." "Our bitter wench felt, be this night, hence everafter, I make thee worthy, art the entail." Tears erupted from poor Geinere. Her soul departing as the King's demands advanced. Her innocence and essence robbed of her, cheated now always, a sullen amort. Her woes, her unheard cries, her tender virginity taken from her, now left mad, sadness and melancholy, would be her muse. Pain, agonizing sorrow, though unrightly welcomed. For upon this eve of tyranny and degradation a seed of humility was planted with no roots of nurturance. The passion shed would remain a scar upon the royalties of a forgotten King and instill a harlotry of peasant virtue upon the dear maiden and this dire kingdom. As Geinere unwillingly embraced the bastardly disobedience of the King and his dark vespers of misery, her turmoil greatened, her flower taken, her essence floundered. The act maliciously foresaken. "Oh angels, plentiful," chimed the King, his behemoth of propriety and lust now ripe with vigor. "In thy hopes of your goodwill, overpowered, as vassal actress, a call for repeal." "Begone Geinere! Out of my chamber, accusations found, for I am certain, upon your unwanted fulfillment of matrimony. A gift of guilt for you hereafter!" The night faded as a moon blush tainted, fell from the heavens.