Currently, I am working on the series "And Yet, There Was a Man," the story of a queen, her demon pet, and her obsession with a commoner.
And Yet, There Was a Man: Chapter 4
I couldn't figure out how we had gotten here. John is living with me, washing in my bath—preparing himself for me. And here I am, standing like a child nervous on Christmas day. Is this what I wanted? Why does he want me? Why is it that when the fantasy comes to fruition, the dream comes to the climax, that you feel as though you shouldn't have gotten what you received?