Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20180205190922/@comment-24852191-20180217175626

Me: Yes.


 * Meanwhile, Solomon and Christiana wake up in their bed. She looks st him and kisses his cheek.

Christiana: Food morning, my love.


 * Solomon smiles.

Solomon: Good morning, my dear.


 * She sighs and rest her head atop his chest as she runs her hand across his well toned abs.

Christiana: Last night was amazing.


 * Solomon chuckles as he runs his hand through her hair.

Solomon: I’m glad I’m endowed enough to give you pleasure.


 * She laughs slightly as she gets up. She finds her clothes that was tossed aside last night and puts them on.

Christiana: Hm, I’m going to breakfast and see where we are. Will you join me?

Solomon: I will, but not now. I’ll be there in a little while.

Christiana: Ok. I wonder what this world will have in store for us.

Solomon: It will be a place where our love will know no bounds.


 * She smiles pleasantly at him.

Christiana: Agreed. Bye.

Solomon: Bye.


 * She walks out and shuts the door behind her and heads to the dining hall. Solomon, however, lays in his bed staring at the ceiling. He thinks of how perfect everything for him and Christiana is. They are finally married, in a place where they can love each other unchallenged, he has a body that he never thought he would have. Something odd about that. He constantly catches himself gliding his hands across his own body. He continues to find himself being enamored by his own, almost flawless, physique. He is almost always exploring his own body. Not to mention, his hair had grown out considerably, something that he constantly runs his hands through. He wasn’t in love with himself, we was impressed by the powerful yet beautiful appearance of his own body, or, at least, what it had become. He soon, doses back to sleep as he stares at the ceiling of his chambers.