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King's Desire: A Forbidden Tryst - part 1

Chapter One: The King’s Arrival

The air was thick with anticipation as the herald announced, “His Majesty, King Aragorn of Gondor.” You couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you watched him approach.

The newly crowned king exuded an aura of strength and dignity that captivated everyone around him.

As he entered the grand hall, the light from the chandeliers cast a warm glow upon his dark hair and rugged features.

His grey eyes scanned the room with an air of confidence mixed with curiosity, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

The murmurs of excitement grew louder when he finally set his gaze on King Éomer, who greeted him with a warm smile and outstretched arms.

The two kings embraced, their laughter filling the hall as they shared a moment of camaraderie, setting the tone for the festivities to come.

The people around you couldn’t help but share in the joy, their smiles mirroring the warmth and affection displayed by their leaders.

As the celebration continued into the night, the mood was one of excitement and hope for a prosperous future between Rohan and Gondor.

However, amidst all the revelry, your thoughts kept returning to Aragorn, intrigued by his presence and the stories you had heard about him.

King Éomer summoned you from the crowd, introducing you as “YN, our esteemed horse-tamer.” You felt a rush of pride at being acknowledged among such distinguished company, but your attention was quickly drawn back to Aragorn as he turned his grey eyes upon you.

“It’s an honor,” you said, bowing slightly in respect.

“I hope my skills can be of service during your stay.”

Aragorn smiled, his gaze holding yours for a brief moment longer than necessary, “Thank you, YN.

I look forward to learning more about the horses of Rohan from someone as skilled and knowledgeable as yourself.”

The subtle sparks of attraction were undeniable, but both of you remained focused on discussing your shared interest in horses.

The conversation flowed easily, with neither of you willing to end it too soon.

There was a mutual respect evident in the way he listened intently to your stories and experiences, as well as how he shared his own.

“These horses have been well cared for,” Aragorn remarked, his grey eyes meeting yours once more, a silent appreciation passing between you.

The connection was growing stronger with each passing moment, and although it was unspoken, the tension was palpable.

You couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his gaze upon your face as you spoke about your role among the Rohirrim, and your passion for what you did radiated through every word.

As the night wore on and the festivities began to wind down, you found yourself walking alongside Aragorn, discussing the responsibilities that came with your respective roles.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and it was clear that there was a deep understanding growing between you.

“The night grows cold, King Aragorn,” you said gently, “Shall we return to the hall?”

Aragorn nodded, his voice resonating softly as he replied, “Thank you, YN.

I look forward to our talk tomorrow.”

As you walked back to the hall together, a lingering tension hung in the air between you both.

The connection was now undeniable, and although neither of you had spoken about it, the unspoken attraction was electric.

The anticipation grew stronger with each step, as you both looked forward to what tomorrow would bring.


The celebration was in full swing, the crowd’s laughter and joy filling the air as music played on.

King Éomer himself had joined in the dance, his infectious energy capturing the essence of the night.

YN stood back, observing from afar as Aragorn spoke with various guests, his presence commanding attention wherever he went.

She couldn’t help but feel a fluttering sensation deep within her chest whenever their eyes met briefly across the room.

“Aragorn, join us for the dance!” King Éomer called out, beckoning the Gondorian king to join him on the makeshift dance floor.

A dance with the King? YN thought nervously, her heartbeat quickening at the prospect of dancing with Aragorn.

She found herself unable to look away as he gracefully accepted Éomer’s invitation and made his way into the circle of dancers.

As the music filled the air, she watched Aragorn navigate through the steps, his movements fluid and effortless.

He was in complete command of himself, unyielding to the chaotic nature that swirled around him.

The sight of him captured her attention entirely, his poise and confidence mesmerizing her with every turn he made.

Soon enough, the dance came to an end, and as the music transitioned into a slower melody, Aragorn’s gaze found hers once more.

His eyes locked onto YN’s, and she felt a rush of heat course through her body as his expression took on a new intensity.

“May I have this dance, YN?” Aragorn extended his hand towards her, his eyes twinkling under the torchlight.

She hesitated for a moment before accepting, feeling her heartbeat quicken with anticipation at the thought of being so close to him.

Their hands met, and she felt the warmth of his touch as he led her gently into the dance.

As they moved together in harmony to the rhythm of the music, YN became acutely aware of every point where their bodies touched – his hand on her waist, her fingers intertwined with his.

The heat from their proximity left her breathless, and she couldn’t help but steal glances at his face as they danced.

Their eyes locked, and the connection between them was undeniable.

It was as if time itself had slowed down to a crawl, allowing them to be fully immersed in each other’s presence.

The tension continued to build with every step, their gazes never wavering from one another.

“You dance well, YN,” his words, barely a whisper, sent shivers down her spine.

She could feel the heat radiating off him as they moved in tandem, their bodies nearly touching with each sway of the music.

The energy between them was palpable, and she found herself lost in the moment, unable to pull away from his intense gaze.

YN’s feelings for Aragorn were growing stronger by the minute, and she couldn’t deny her attraction any longer.

This dance, this shared intimate moment between them, served as a catalyst for her desires.

As they continued to move together, their bodies now practically brushing against one another, she could feel an electric current flowing between them – an almost tangible energy that threatened to consume them both.

The music eventually came to a close, and the room seemed to fall silent as YN and Aragorn slowly parted from each other.

Their gazes still locked, neither of them able to break away from one another’s intense stare.

It was as if they were the only two people in the world at that very moment, their shared connection deepening by the second.

“The night is young, YN,” Aragorn’s voice, heavy with desire, met hers.

“Shall we retire to a more private setting?” His question hung in the air, filled with anticipation and promise.

The tension between them had reached its peak, and she could feel her heart racing as she considered his proposal.

Wrestling with her feelings for Aragorn, YN was torn between embracing this newfound passion and denying it to protect their respective positions and reputations.

But the electricity between them was undeniable, and she found herself unable to resist its pull any longer.

As they navigated through the crowd, whispers followed in their wake, but neither of them paid heed.

The tension between them was palpable, an unspoken understanding that they were about to embark on a journey together – one filled with passion and desire.

“Lead the way, YN,” his voice, low and seductive, left no room for denial.

She turned, eyes meeting his once more as she beckoned him to follow her into the shadows, away from prying eyes.

Their connection was growing stronger by the second, and they both knew that this night would change everything between them forever.

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