Intimate stories always excite me with their juicy details. This is one of those stories, full of strange places, crazy people, ardent love, and new beginnings. It's about a Princess's prearranged marriage to a Rom brat - me.

Rhiannon is daughter of an Irish Traveller Queen. Her grandfather is High Priest of her Clan, and very well respected by the Traveller and Romani followers of the Old Ways. It was they who arranged my marriage with my High Priest.

I was in New Zealand when I first learnt of Rhiannon. I was getting desperate for a wife. You see, I don't sleep around - I find it dirty to have one night stands with strangers, so I was getting a little blue balled!

My High Priest would make fun of me, saying that I often looked horny enough to run out into the street and have my dirty way with a wooden telephone pole. I can't honestly say he was completely far from the truth.

I guess he took pity on me and allowed me to know the most trivial information which was supposed to be some sense of comfort. He confided that my wife would have green green eyes and red hair. I didn't want to know her physical appearance, I wanted to know the real beauty within my One to Be. He simply mentioned that she would be open-minded. That was good enough for me. And then he mentioned some details of where we would meet and I now believe that he did that for his own warped amusement.

You see, I knew what she would somehow look like, and that we would meet at street markets, by a large river. I was currently living in Cambridge, New Zealand, and sure enough, every weekend of the first week of each month the main street in town would close up for street markets. And Cambridge happened to be beside a large river. To my desperate-for-some-lovin' self, Cambridge fit the description!

I was desperate enough to walk to the markets every month, staring into every single lady's eyes with red hair, looking for those green green eyes.

Two years later!
Yes, good things come to those who wait.
Two years later, we were permitted to meet online. By that time, I was so horny my neighbourhood dogs were traumatised by my very scent! Meeting online made the desired connection to then meet in the Astral.

Green green eyes stared down at me, from a gorgeous Romni's, porcelain white, radiating countenance. Like liquid fire emeralds, burning me, branding me, marking me as her ancient soul mate. When Rhiannon asked about me, she was told I was her soul mate - simply that. She wasn't told she would marry me, or love me, or fall in love with me. I was simply her soul mate.

Those green eyes captivated me in the Astral. And those green eyes were whom I have come to know as Rhiannon. I knew I would fall in love with her. I had always known that she was my soul mate, since the day I could think about such things, I have known. It was only a matter of time when I would meet her.

After we met in the Astral I couldn't wait any longer. I packed my bags and within a fortnight I had made my tickets where I would meet Rhiannon in America, while she visited family.

She didn't believe that I would do that. She thought no one was that crazy to just meet someone and then go to the extent of all that trouble. She obviously didn't know me very well then.

We met in Syracuse, Nebraska, July 19st, 2005. Dark Reverend (guy I met in the internet) took me to her place from Omaha airport.

I remember knocking on her apartment door, the anticipation, the energy buzzing in my heart.

She remembers opening the door and seeing me in the shadows, she couldn't even see Dark Reverend due to my dark aura. And that's me, Romano-Calo, Dark Rom to the core.

I remember writing in my journal my first impression of my first day with Rhiannon.

July, 20th, 2005

I am sitting in the home of my love.
The spiritual battles have been going accordingly. We stand strong and victorious so far. We will conquer!!!

Rhiannon is more than I imagined. How can it be?

Being more, I stand guarded... it's a natural instinct. An instinct I have to abolish. She is far stronger than I expected. She hides her abilities from me... a quiet one, as my Master, as expected as one of rank... does she even know? Maybe intuitively.

Life has been harmonious. Peaceful.
And thoroughly enjoyable.

Rhiannon's potential is absolute. I must believe in her. But to do so, I must sink and die. Will the sacrifice be met?

As certain Roma do, I tend to do dukkering (divination) in my writings. And my impressions did come about.

Rhiannon and I had the intent of adopting two children of Rhiannon's deceased cousin. However, when I stepped in, certain members of Rhiannon's family, who had been expelled from the Clan stepped in and started to cause problems.

My mother dreamt that I would be surrounded by big men who wanted to hurt me and asked me not to fight them.

After her malevolent family members started causing trouble between us, saying that I would not take their niece away from them. They didn't want Rhiannon and I to have children. These people would do anything to keep us apart.

I could see that we were in a position were we would have to battle and cry and bleed to learn to trust and love each other. We were in the lion's den, without any aid from our loved ones, to either sink or swim.

After a few days together, some of her uncles and friends came around, dressed in their biker outfits and kicked me out on the street in a town in the middle of nowhere. Rhiannon was hoping I wouldn't hurt them in case they called the police on me. She intuitively new I'm not a happy man when the authorities are involved. My heart pounded in excitement, I had anticipated this and had all my bags ready and I knew the Spirits always worked for the good. Rhiannon and I said our farewells and parted. I followed my mother's advice and walked off quietly, with a cheeky smirk on my face.

Rhiannon was heartbroken. I forgot to give them the keys to the apartment and she came to get them from the library where I was killing time, figuring out what to do. She walked in and pain and hurt were etched on her face. I wanted to hold her, tell her it was ok; but all we could share was sweet pain.

I simply gave her the key, and wished her well. I wanted to do more, I wanted to take her away, in an instant, from all the shit that had come our way. But something held me to my seat, as I saw her turn away and leave.

I wasted no time thinking on the pain and sorrow. It was time to use my resourcefulness. Within an hour I had found shelter and food. I ended up moving around this new land, America, staying at a couple of people's places in Indiana and Alabama.

Rhiannon somehow got a hold of the number to the places I was staying, and she called me often. We missed each other so much, but knew we had to be apart for a while.

Life can be a cruel teacher at times. We lost a baby. It hurt so much that I could not comfort Rhiannon during this time, the memory still burns. On the phone we both shed tears for our daughter. After that, my heart started to soften. My stubborn heart genuflecting to the teacher of cruel lessons.

After being apart from each other for a month and a half, I returned back to Rhiannon, on the condition that we would not allow her expelled family to get involved in our lives.

It would be a lie if I told you that it was a "and they lived happily ever after" ending. We did go through our ups and downs, but this time we did it together, working at it together, sticking side by side, never parting, embracing for all that it is worth.

We knew we truly wanted to be husband and wife. I remember seeing my darlin' angel, sitting on the lawn steps, waiting for me as I arrived after being away for over a month. With her red hair, green eyes, and heart of a Goddess.

We stayed at peoples houses with corny names, such as Socorro (Helper) and Refugio (Refuge), the psychotic drunk lady, Teresa, who wanted our hot bodies, and Angel. Thankfully my mother ended up inviting us to stay in Florida, since she had traveled to America to do some work, and she was also very keen in meeting her daughter (technically, daughter-in-law, but my mother doesn't make a distinction).

We still had emotional scars, but love of loves was doing its healing magic. We were becoming very close friends.

We often joke that we have been through a lot of valleys, but one of the most difficult is living in Miami! We are both used to the country, the forests, the mountains, the waterfalls, the change of seasons, bright starry skies, fresh air, quietness, nature in all its riches.

All I have now is praises in my heart. We share deep emotions for each other. We feel like we have known each other for hundreds of years, and often spend hours reminiscing and talking with each other. I like to do everything with her, my wife fulfills me in every way, as I know she is fulfilled by me.

We now have a beautiful chavito, Kayne. He is our love in the flesh. I wish you could all meet him and just stare into his eyes - they will move you to the core.

I can see my two hearts sleeping in bed this very moment. I see my Princess lying there, topless, with baby lying beside her. Such peace and I know I'm the most blessed man in the world.

I remember the dukkering, "Rhiannon's potential is absolute. I must believe in her. But to do so, I must sink and die. Will the sacrifice be met?" And I realise that, yes, I did sink and die, for only when I humbled and sacrificed myself did I become man enough to deserve the love of my Goddess.

Oh, by the way, I'm no longer horny. Ever. *smirks*

This story, written at the wee hours of the morning, because I felt like it. ZzzZZZzzzZZZ