Brown Skin - Timaira Smith (books to read in your 30s txt) 📗

back on her bed. Her mind was full of questions and fear. She wished to go home, oh she wished to go home. she turned over to her side and looked out her window. It was raining....cloudy and gloomy and sad.

"At least he is kind enough to give the court a holiday." She whispered to herself, but she was no longer happy. Once again Macy's words haunted her.

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King Troy opened his eyes. He groaned out loud as he sat up in his great bed. He was covered in sweat, for he had a merciless dream last night. "That brown skinned girl. Why must she haunt me in my dreams so?" He asked himself, but he realized that he did not mind. He reflected on it. It was a mix of revisiting her in her damp nightgown by the river and a continuation of him following his desire of it. He inhaled deeply as he remembered that he dreamed of her body in his hands, submitting to him in love. His natural desire for her awoken his manhood again. He groaned even louder of frustration. He called one of his servants to come to him. "Send me Thomas Seymour, tell him to come alone." The servant bowed and went to complete his task. Alone again, King Troy laid back and his chest started to heave and his body shake. He gripped the bed and tossed from side to side. He suddenly remembered the words of his father when he reached the tender age of twelve after getting caught staring at a girl older than him.

"My son, you are at that age now, I am sorry to announce that now you are susceptible to love. You will feel sensations that you can not explain, you will dream strange dreams and you will not be able to stop it. But worry not, Troy, for love is a beautiful and wonderful feeling. One day, son, a woman will come to you and your heart and body will know her before you do. Get ready for that feeling son, Prepare now to be racked with love." The former king was a strong advocate for peace, justice and love. Troy was well informed of the feelings a man would have for a woman, and what fascinated him the most was the conversation he had with his cousin a long time ago, about his cousin's wedding night.

"She cried a lot, I figured that it was out of pain but she told me it was not. It felt strange at first but then grew to be very pleasurable, well, at least for me. She made no sounds or facial expressions except for when I first entered her. That is a feeling I wish I could describe to you but alas I cannot." King Troy pondered both of his loved ones words. Then he started to wonder, was the feeling that was disturbing his body, one of love?

"Do I love the brown skin? Does my body love Lillian?" King Troy's thought process was interrupted by a knock on his chamber door.

"My lord, you called for me?"

"Come in Thomas, I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night in our meeting." Sir Thomas walked into the King's chamber with a flabbergasted look.

"Apologize My lord? For what? You may speak to me the way you feel pleases you, do not be concerned!"

"I was taught no matter what status, you be polite and admit your faults."

"Yes my Lord, Our former king was a great man....but anyhow, since you called for me anyway I have a proposition for you." Sir Thomas sat down on the bed by the king.

"Yes, go on I am listening." King Troy gathered the covers tighter onto his lap, for he was trying to conceal his hard desire, he tried his best to ignore the sensations going on in his body.

"My lord, to be frank with you, at first when you refused to allow us privilege to help you find a queen we thought it was because you believed the fairy tale of love. But then, I came to the realization that you, my liege, have never lain with a woman. So that is why you are ignorant to what is important." King Troy was caught off guard at the accusation, he did believe in love but surely to him it was no fairy tale!

"What are you trying to tell me, Thomas?"

"What I am saying, My lord, is that this kingdom is full of beautiful women, you have a very lively court here. I have talked to some ladies in waiting and servants, many agree and are more than willing to fulfill your very fantasies." King Troy's heart stopped when he heard 'ladies in waiting.' Did he ask Lillian? "I have narrowed it down, and me and your board agrees that Lady Rebecca Gladstone should be your first experience. I have conversed with her and she is ready for this assignment. What say you my lord?"

"I say get out." Sir Thomas was confused.

"My Lord?"

"GET OUT!" King Troy threw his hand towards the door. Thomas bowed low and quickly left the room. King Troy laid back and cursed in frustration. Outside the King's chamber, a nervous Rebecca was pacing outside the door. As soon as she seen Thomas leave she ran to him and looked into his eyes. Sir Thomas sighed and shook his head. Rebecca's facial expression changed rapidly, she was filled with rage. She stormed down the hall towards the ladies in waiting quarters.

"I will get you, you hideous whore. What have you done to my man?!" She murmured to herself. She then balled up her fists and smiled evilly. "Let me give you a proper welcome to court my dear..." Please Free Her

"That rain is really coming down..." Lillian said to herself. The window did not have much of a view, but right outside she could see a tree. It was a big beautiful apple tree with ripe green apples waiting to be picked. The rain smacked the leaves back and forth with cold and wet fury. Lillian watched as a family of light blue sparrows sheltered themselves in the middle of the tree under many branches. She heard a Ca-Caw of a crow. It spread its wings wide and glided with grace, but was flying erratically in the heavy rain. It sat down on the branch with the sparrow family. Lillian sat up and focused on the scene outside.

The crow still stood out in the open, but it was almost as if it was fearful to get closer to the other birds. After a moment of getting hit by rain it finally scooted closer to the middle of the tree. The family of sparrows just scooted away, staying close together. One started chirping, and soon the rest followed. The crow moved out farther again, sitting in the rain. "That poor animal...I know how you feel." She saw herself in that black bird, forced to stay away, rejected for being different yet being the same. She watched the rain pour on its black head, it almost appeared to cry. She refused to be apart of its rejection. Lillian got out of her bed and walked to the window. She held her arm out in the rain. She did not know what she was doing. She stood there for what seemed like hours watching the crow sit in suffering. She began to sing.

You beautiful, black and majestic
Creature come to me
The rain comes down and encages you
I will set you free
I see your wings and yet you not fly
And my heart just cries for you
If I were a bird, I would leave my perch
And fly to be with you.

 

She sung it many times, each growing more beautiful and more pure sounding. She closed her eyes on the last time and was almost startled to feel a sudden weight on her hand. She opened her eyes and was face to face with the beast. They stared at each other for a long time. She then slowly brought her hand back inside, fearing that it would fly away. She walked backwards and sat down on her bed. The bird hopped off her hand then onto her lap. She took her extra sheet that was laying across her pillows and dried off her arm. She then looked down at the bird who was now laying in her lap. She slowly put the sheet over it, laying it on its feather back softly. It did not budge as she started to rub its feathers dry. She laughed as it shook the rest of the water off itself. She placed her hand low and it hopped right on her hand again. "I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship." She whispered to it. The crow rubbed its face against against her cheek. But then flew and perched on a plate of bread. She laughed and stood up and walked over to it as it pecked at its new meal. She patted its soft head and her spirits were lifted again. "I think I should name you, since you rob me of my food. I think it is only fair. Do you agree?" She said. The crow lifted its head to her hand, rubbing it against her palm. "Hmm, you are the most sweetest creature I have ever affiliated with. I wish I knew if you were male or female." And then the crow cocked its head up and stared at her in her eyes, and there Lillian saw that she had more in common with this bird than she would ever imagine. "You have eyes like mine! Who would ever of thought....and long eyelashes as well, surely you are a girl, just like me!" She giggled. "Let's see, Mary? no no...Hanna...no no they are all too human. You are above them my friend. You are kind, fair, gentle and majestic..." The bird's eyes seemed to twinkle at her. "I think that is it, Majestic. Do you like that name" The bird spread its wings and flew up to her shoulder and landed there. "I think you do!" She laughed. Suddenly she heard a soft knock at the door. "Who is it?" she asked

"It is I, Rebecca, Edwina. Please open the door, I wish to speak to you. To apologize?" Lillian put her hand by her new friend and placed her back down on the plate. As Majestic began to eat, Lillian put on a robe to cover herself and slowly walked to the door. She placed her ear to the door and was fearful to open it. She unlocked the door and was suddenly blown off her feet as it forcefully swung open. She fell on her bottom with a loud thud. "Yes, Edwina, It is me Rebecca, and I am tired of you!" Lillian shrieked as Rebecca grabbed her by her wavy hair and pulled