(This is my first story, and I would love feedback! It’s the beginning piece to a much larger story, and I will definitely write more.)
The sky was dark and bruised purple; roiling with angry looking black masses of clouds. There was a charge, he could feel it, pulsing all around, and the first crack of thunder didn’t surprise him at all. His gaze lifted to that sky, protruding like a voyeur staring back at him over the broken walls of the castle. They knew each other well, the sky and he. Like old friends, they watched each other intent and curious as to what would happen next. He rolled over then, closing his eyes to the world around him, and draped a long arm across the body lying next to him. Deeply, he inhaled the scent of his lover, smiled, and twisted a strand of ashy curls around his finger.
Thinking back now on how they’d gotten here, Avery smiled and let out a small, bitter scoff. He never wanted any of this; taking his father’s place, becoming king, ruling a world he had only really recently gotten to know. And then again, this place was what haunted his dreams. The bitter, cold, darkness of this place was not unknown to him; it was a welcoming envelope of comfort and peace and he hated it still for all the warmth it gave him now.