Romance, Bees, Diety

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     Her heart pounded in her chest, she could see them closing in on her.  Knowing it was her time she took a deep breathe, trying to relax.  The stings were sharp and quick.  Beads of sweat began beading rapidly on her ivory skin, the pace of her heart quickened.  she screamed in pain and then all went dark.    
     Blinking open, her eyes rested on the face in front of her.  "It's over," said a quite whisper, you are now a goddess.  Her mother lay a soft kiss upon her head and once again she sank into the darkness.

   Light slowly filtered into the room, the silk sheets, cool upon her skin.  Blinking slowly she let the world enter into her consciousness.  The room around her was all golds and ivories, windows surrounding her, kissing her skin with the cool summer breeze. Setting her feet lightly on the floor, she stood staring at her reflection in the cheval mirror.  When she feel asleep she was but a girl but a woman's body, and face, stood in front of her now.  Closing her eyes "how could this be real?", but as she opened them again white silk poured upon her body covering her in a flowing gown.

  As sharp pounding filled the room, all went dark, a scream ripped from her throat.  Crumpled on the floor,  she looked up. Before her stood, a silhouette, deep blue eyes, with a dark mess of hair.  Staring down at her, his deep voice filled the room, "you will be mine,"

   




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