In response to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers challenge for this week.
This story is based on 2 Samuel 11
He couldn’t settle. The room was stuffy. The battle was over. His men had won. Blood was galloping through his body. It was spring-time, the time for lovers and yet, here he was, the most important man in the country. Alone.
It was cooler on the roof. He looked down on the Officers Quarters. She stood wrapped in a towel in front of a window. The towel dropped and time stopped. No past. No future. Only now. The longing took over his mind, his body, his soul.
He gave the command. A king can have whatever he wants.