Brown Skin by Timaira Smith (best beach reads of all time txt) 📖

she just allowed herself to be lead. The dark spaces in her life were now lit up by this dim and bright light. She looked forward and saw another path of light before her. She held her breath.

The king lead her into a small room hidden in the back of the church. She looked around as they walked into the door. Many candle sticks full of flickering candles surrounded all the walls in the room. Two very small pews were in the middle leaving a little isle to walk down. The king set down his candle in the empty space of the candlestick by the door. Lillian breathlessly looked at him, never letting go of his hand. He looked back at her, smiling a loving smile as he closed the door with his free hand. They stood there staring at each other for the longest time, as if they were looking at each other's faces for the very first time again. After countless moments, King Troy squeezed Lillian's hand and the two, forgetting the rest of the world, walked down the small isle.

Their eyes never left each other as the stepped lightly on the heavy floor. They finally turned their heads forward at the same time to face an old man leaning on an cain. His face was drooping, full of wrinkles and bags and sacs of age. He was bent forward. His advancing look almost frightened Lillian, until she saw a small comforting smile spread across is his ghastly face.

"My my, little Lily August. You are not little any more though. I would know those copper brown eyes anywhere." He stepped towards Lillian slowly, extending an old wrinkled hand, landing softly on her arm. Lillian's eyes weld up with tears.

"Priest Gene....it has been so many years." She walked over and hugged him tightly. He patted her on her back and stepped back.

"It has been a long time, I would have never expected to see your gentle face again, but for such an occasion..."

"My kind gentleman, this may seem suspicious, me asking you to preform a private ceremony in the middle of the night. I really do appreciate what you will do for us." King Troy interrupted, almost sounding in a rush. Lillian froze. When he said the word CEREMONY she immediately knew what was about happen. Her heart started to race even faster, she began to turn pale, the room began to spin...marriage marriage marriage.

"Oh hush hush young man, for many years I have conducted God's work inside these walls. It brought me great joy to have a knock at my sanctuary doors. I have been all alone in this place for years, ever since this young woman was a young child. I have done this many times, but I must ask a question."

"Yes sir"

"Why do you want to be married?" The three fell silent. The sound of Lillian's labored breathing grew louder and louder. King Troy looked at her, preparing to blow both of them away with an answer when all of a sudden Lillian began to fall. Marriage Marriage Marriage.....

Lillian opened up her eyes slowly. King Troy's eyes appeared in thin slits. She could not hear, all sounds were muffled. All she heard was "Li......Lil......" She suddenly felt something wet and soft on her forehead. "Lil....Lilli....Lillian!" She opened her eyes all the way. She saw Troy's shoulders, his eyes looked worried. Priest Gene continued to dab the cold wet cloth on her forehead.

"My dear, what happened?"

"I...I do not know. Nerves maybe." She began to pick herself up.

"Slowly, my love slowly" King Troy reached under her back and lifted all of her weight in one arm. He stood her up on her feet and held her hand again. "Are you alright?"

"I am, this just caught me by surprise, I suppose." She dusted her dress off.

"You did not know you were going to be joined in Holy Matrimony?" Priest Gene lifted one dusty grey eyebrow.

"No no, I knew, I just...was not prepared for it." She looked at King Troy, whose brows were still pulled tight towards his eyes out of worry. "I am now" She grabbed his other hand and squeezed it. All the fear in King Troy's face drained, pulling his lips onto a new smile.

King Troy and Lillian answered the priest question in their vows. In front of the numerous candles, they exchanged words of love, expressing their passion and desire for each other. Their hands joined were clasped together so long that the sweat that came from nervousness in their palms fell together and welded into one. Their lips brought forth pure and natural words, beautiful enough to influence tears out of the priest's eyes.

"Remember this. Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; Love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Love never faileth... Do you two promise to abide by this word of God, as long as you both shall live?" They looked deeply into each other's eyes, a tear developed in Lillian's. The king reached up and wiped it with his thumb, then proceeding to caress the side of her cheek. Lillian nodded her head, and King Troy nodded his.

"I do" King Troy said proudly.

"I do" Lillian whispered, allowing another tear to fall out of her other eye.

"By the power invested in me by our Lord and Savior, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now unite with a kiss." Lillian let out a exuberant and tearful sigh. With no warning, King Troy swept her up in his strong arms, almost tight enough to squeeze the very life out of her and crushed his lips onto hers. He could not control himself, and Lillian did not mind, she unconsciously bit his bottom lip. Those kisses were violent, overly strengthened by the amount of uncontrollable passion and desire built up by time. The priest blushed, debating turning away from such an intimate moment. But soon all sufficed, and the violence died away, leaving nothing but gentleness and softness. Tears streamed down their faces. They found their moment in that candle lit room. The priest smiled and left. "God bless you both, and may God be in your marriage." was his last words before leaving the room, closing the wooden door behind him. Trying to Shake the Trees

She began to walk bristly to the Stawery Manor again, her hood almost causing her to fly backwards in the wind. She was laughing historically to herself, people passing by her looked confused at her, mistaking her for madness. But Rebeca was mad. Picking up her skirts she began to run, her expensive heels close to breaking on the cobblestone ground. She looked down at her speeding feet for a second, feeling the evil determination in her blood boiling almost made her dizzy with expectation. She never stopped smiling at the thought of putting the brown wench in the gallows close to the manor. She walked around the Iron gates into the front entrance, feeling especially bold. The two guards standing there stopped to look at her. She threw her head back in laughter as she grabbed one by the face and planted a violent kiss on his quivering lips.The other began to speak as she reached over and grabbed his groin tightly in her hand. Both stood speechless, one in particular began to feel weak in his knees. She let go of biting the guard on his lower lip and stepped back to look at both men in the face. Both gave her that look of desperation and sinful lust that she was used to, the face of dissatisfaction and the unyielding need they had for her to do more, but she shook her head at the disappointed men. Leaning into the one most desperate's ear she whispered seductively.

"When I become queen, I will seek to fill every need disgusting men like you have. Elect me and I will leave you...satisfied" She kissed him on his neck, leaving him shivering. and walked right through the bars of the front gate. She suddenly heard a loud groan followed by a thud on the ground. She shook her head again and smiled evilly as she walked the long pathway towards the doors of the castle.  The king did not know the true nature of her plans, he walked right into them.  Rebeca studied enough of his penmanship to master his way of writing, the letter worked beautifully. 

 

"Enjoy your little bliss you black wench, for short lived it shall be, you just made it easier for me" She laughed internally.

 

 

 

 

 

End of Book One

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Publication Date: 11-30-2011

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Dedication:
To The Victorian Era and Romance Lovers, And Also to Those Who Understand Love is Colorblind. Work in Progress. Grey Power.