Apollo and Leucothea
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2010
Apollo hid himself well under his veil as he stayed in a mode of transformation. He looked around at the servant and quietly walked past each one as easily as the wind was able to drift over their heads. He walked up the lone corridor towards princess Leucothea's chambers - on the way he met Orchamus who greeted his wife with a grand hail.
“How is thy wife this great morn?” Orchamus questioned as he saluted the hooded figure of his wife.
“A many blessed;” Apollo muttered in a tone which sounded deep and womanly.
“That's the goodness!” Orchamus muttered before he moved on.
Apollo looked around and glanced at the king. Immediately he had a fantasy where he threw off his robe in order to become the naked wife. In the fantasy the king worshiped him and his good figure, and he stole his image and took him to the royal wing where the king laid him on the bed and began to make abrupt love as his passions stirred within his mind.
“That would be inspiring;” muttered Apollo as he blinked his eyes awake. “Never-mind, I have my own pleasures to meet!” he breathed out before he rushed to Leucothea's chambers and sneaked inside.
Leucothea turned and spied her mother – immediately she grew a spark that made her hope. She glared at the figure that un-hooded itself in her presence, and she sucked in her breath as she spied her mother approach.