Roderick Pyor

[princeofbergia]

[princeofbergia]

[princeofbergia]

[princeofbergia]

[grayhillaeden]

"yes, sweet prince," he whispered hotly against his ear, mouth trailing a teasing path on his skin towards neck, then chin then lips as his hips moved and thrust sweetly into his welcoming warmth. not gentle thrusts, but sure, certain ones that would have his head thrown back and his nails digging into his back as he showed the prince what he had been missing. "moan for me, say my name."

though it was sometimes a waste to use magic during sex, he found himself tempted to enhance even more his darling prince's experience, to make his body float and ease his movements as he welcomed his thrusts, making all of his body more accessible as he hovered over the sheets. beautiful hair falling down before aeden gripped it, arm around his back to press himself deeper inside his body, enough pleasure coursing through their bodies to make him lose his tight grip on his own thoughts and words, instead simply grunting and moaning as he carved a place for himself inside the bergian heir. this... was just a taste of a place he truly belonged.

[princeofbergia]

This was better then he ever thoght it could be. Sex was always good but this was a man that had years to learn how bodies reacted to the things he did. "Aeden:" He moaned out loudly as soon as the man commanded it. His arms holding him tighter as he moved his hips in time with the man wanting him deeper and deeper. Then he was weightless. Back arching more in the pleasure of being fucked. It was rare that Roderick gave into the carnal pleasure and even rarer that he found himself fully lost in it. No idea if it was the excitement of the concord or the ego of the mage fucking away the memory of the night before but the young prince was in love. His moans coming out in an almost constant stream as he felt his pleasure explode between. "Oh gods" he let out as his hands legs and hands held the man tighter.

[princeofbergia]

@powerforgcd asked 13d

Roderick had known a night out in a tavern outside of his kingdom and without any thing to give away his status would be a different experience. He knew the men that treated him like he could be broken would be rougher a bit more cruel, but a part of him had wanted that. Wanted to know what it was like to be treated not like prince, but someone they just wanted to fuck. thats how he had landed here in the upstairs room of some dingy bar. His clothes long gone and his held in place as the dragon rider above fucked his face with no regard for status. A moan stopped his lips as the cock pushed another choking sound from his throat. His hands moving to grip at the hair of the man's friend his ass was ate.

[bloodofmetia]

@princeofbergia

One of the great many things that Augustus found that he enjoyed about living in a time of peace - apart from the peace itself, that is - was the amount of feasts and parties that one could attend that were thrown in your honor. And while the feast he was at in Themys was not one thrown in his honor, Augustus still found himself enjoying his time as he schmoozed with the various dignitaries and nobles that attended, being sure to be extra polite and charming to the Argonians that he crossed paths with. After all, they were the ones that had invited him - and the rest of the Metian royals, really - to their city to partake and revel in the Colosseum fights.

As he stood in front of an Argonian, establishing a potential trade deal between Medes and their keep, he caught the sight of a familiar face and immediately he wanted to go over and find him. Of course, he didn't - he waited until he was finished conversing with the Argonian noble, shaking his hand as the deal had been made (with a mental note to see if their Master of Coin could finalize it), before he made his way over to the prince that he wound up dancing with at the Dove Concord.

"Prince Roderick... I'm pleased to see that you are here. It is good to see a familiar face among the crowd." Although it had him curious, as he was sure the man's guard was no doubt close by - he doubted the King and Queen of Bergia would allow a repeat of what happened at the Dove Concord happen here. "Though I'm sure my words mean nothing, please know that I was sorry to hear about what had transpired with your brother, and I am glad to have heard he's making a fine recovery... Please know, of course, that if there is anything that I or the kingdom of Medes can do to help you track down your brother's would-be killer, we would be more than willing to help." Not only to show comradery in this time of peace, but also to hopefully clear their own name as well.

[princeofbergia]

Roderick was making a show of him self at any event that he could. He wanted to make an impression on as many faces as he could. The bergians, and his family where seen as stoic and hard, Roderick wanted to change that. To show a softer side and be sen as the beauty he knew that he was. Sure it was a cocky, but he knew he could change the world saw the cold north. He was there talking to some people he had meet at the last ball. Gossiping about names they had all come to known at the dove concord. Spreading the news of a ball that was being held in his honor for his birthday. The fact that he hadn't fully convinced his mother hadn't fully left his lips. Still the rumor would helps his call and show the other's that despite the attack his family was not faltering.

"Prince Agustus," he greeted the other a smile and slight bow to his head as he held out his hand for the other to kiss. "Of course i am here the chance to learn about a new Kingdom firsthand i wouldn't miss this for the world." He spoke with a bright smile as he looked at him. "your words don't mean nothing they mean you care at least about what you think would help me feel better about the whole situation." he chuckled as the other kept speaking and shook his head. "You ofter the aide of a king when you are not one to a youngest born prince who can not accept it you must think highly of yourself and me"

[grayhillaeden]

aeden chuckles, seeing him bloom before his eyes. a pleasant surprise that he is eager to watch unfold further. "they have certainly blessed you, darling." he whispered back, letting him explore and venture, trace the muscles he was seeing for the first time.

bodies did as bodies wont, there was no secret here, it was an old dance and neither of them was so inexperienced at it that they needed much guidance, exploration lead to pleasure, to kisses and brushes, to thrusts and moans as their bodies met. cock testing the resistance so recently fucked out of him, a pleasing thrill of not being the first of the night but if he had any say in it, the best.

he was about to tease and admonish the prince, but his lips silenced his voice, leaving him no other choice but to claim back what had been taken from him. his head, teasing, pressing, rubbing. making him wet with precum, finally pressed past his entrance, tasting the warm embrace of the prince's body with an eager grunt into his lips beofre he started to push more.

he could feel the evidence of the last coupling, could feel the ease in which his body accepted another cock yet still gripped him firmly, the erotic thrill that made him press hungry kisses not just to his mouth but whatever part of him he could reach. all the while he fucked whatever memory he had of the other man out of the prince's mind.

[princeofbergia]

There was no doubt that this was all exciting. He had traveled far to a far off land one he had only heard about in his history books. Danced the night away like he was the prince in some lovely bedtime story. Now falling into the bed with court mage like he was the damsel in one of the pleasure novels his mother read. His back arched a deep moan pressing into the kiss as the other pressed into him. He was not the first man of the night, but Roderick still felt the ache of his hole stretching to fit the cock. His hands found the others back and clung to him holding him as the other started to move. The memory of the first fuck of the night pushed out with each moan that left his lips. "Aeden," He moaned out legs moving to wrap around the man's waist as he did his best to move his hips in time with the other. He nails moved along the other's back.

[saltcrowns]

Perhaps Rhiannon was too soft with Roderick, that heart of his had softened as he got older and Roderick had a certain charm that was hard to say no to. Even for a Bergian. The boy hadn't felt the icy cold wrath of Gorgla, not like the rest of his family. "I'm not sure I'd be able to survive the warmth this far south," they were barely at the end of Winter and it already felt so warm for the northern queen. "but perhaps you can visit Valtolia more frequently if you'd like, supervised of course." Rhiannon wasn't a fool, he didn't want one of his own running around causing gods know what.

These sorts of gowns and accessories had never been Rhiannon's personal taste, he stuck to the more practical designs of fur and leather to keep them warm. "Artic lion?" the Queen cocked a brow, toying with the spoon and twirling it in his cup of tea as he spoke. "Now that's extremely rare, and hard to find." Rhiannon wondered where this person would have even gotten the fur but he didn't push. "They certainly sound expensive and extremely exotic. You'll look beautiful in the gown you already got custom made for you, love." Rhiannon, always the practical mother.

Truthfully, Rhiannon couldn't be more excited to return home to the North where he belonged. "Perhaps you're right, I'm sure everyone will remember your beautiful, angelic face when this is all over." Roderick and Iskander were perhaps their best chances at salvaging relationships with their neighbors. "Cedrik has become friendly with the Valtolian king," Rhiannon said as he sat back in his chair, the boy didn't tell him everything but Rhiannon was the boys mother. He knew what happened.

[princeofbergia]

There was a very child like sigh that left the prince's lips. His whole life had been lived in a kingdom closed off. Sure it was for his own protection, but what was there to protect him from now. The war was over the land was peaceful no one would want to hurt him he was far to sweet. 'Fine but i get to pick who is coming don't want someone who is going cramp my style and scare off the people i want to hang out with." Sure he was defying his mother but he needed to if he ever wanted to leave the mountains. "Im sure he has some sort of contact with a wither there is no way he is going out and hunting them himself." He spoke with a small shrug to his soilders. "I know i do and i will but there are going to be more events and i am old enough to go them even if most of the family stays home and im going to need the clothes for different climates now." Sure he was pushing the envelope but Roderick was given an inch of freedom and he was going to take the mile if he could. "I will be nice to be home but truthfully i hope someone host another event soon." There was laugh at the last comment then he leaned in a little closer. He was sure his brother would kill him for what he was about say but he didn't care. "I heard that it was a rather loud exchange that left my brother on shaky feet"

[saltcrowns]

Blood had been spilled on all sides, Rhiannon wasn't blind to how Bergians were viewed. They'd taken out a king amidst the war, something no other kingdom had done. Still, the ghosts of the war seemed to linger with everyone at the Dove Accord. Rhiannon could still remember the eyes of the Valtolian who tried scaling the walls of their capital city who he shot down to his death, the fear that filled him when Zastan and his children went off to battle... Those feelings wouldn't die down with one festival.

Where Roderick would end up was still in the air, Rhiannon had to worry about each of his children's prospects and the most pressing one was who would marry Edric. Not only would they take his position as queen, but they'd need to help guide Bergia with his son. Roderick had a few suitors who were lining up back home but each of them were far too old for his son, some even old friends of Zastan. "A summer home?" he cocked a brow, not expecting that from his youngest.

"Thank you, love." Rhiannon said with a faint smile, their allies didn't understand the Bergian hospitality and the Queen had been perceived as callous and stoic when that was simply just the Northern way. "Exotic animals?" Rhiannon's mind imagining the most gaudy outfits one could imagine but he bit his tongue. "I hope they didn't try to swindle you out of your gold, Roddy." His youngest had always been the most trusting of all his children. "I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself and met young men to spend your time with while we are here."

[princeofbergia]

Just like any time it was just him and his mother Roderick stopped watching his mouth. He was still young and talking freely had yet to come back to bite him in the back. "As mush as i love our castle of ice and stone. It would be nice to live in a land of flower and honey at least for a season." There was a small shrug as he took a drink of his tea and placing it back down, "besides we are in peace so why not act like it no need to respark the war." "I almost bought a necklace that supposed to be made of mermaid scales." He laughed as he looked at his mother, "Truthfully i had no way of knowing if it was real or not. I think it was," He leaned in a little as he spoke, "He had a coat made of Arctic lions trimmed with Dohwar feather, I have no idea how he even got those. Maybe he found one in molt. I just got a gown made of normal silk but that coat was tempting. He had some cute bags made of dragon skin but far to expensive you ask me." He nodded as he looked at his mom taking a sip of his tea, "i mean that is why we are here. To build relationships. Besides what better way to celebrate the peace then be the one happy bergian." he paused as a smile crept on his face, "we both know the only way to see my brothers smile is inside a brothel"

[grayhillaeden]

"i have this thing about orders," he whispered against his lips, hands roaming, holding, exploring. enjoying the surrender of his prince, the invitation, open and plain. the wonders of youth... he pressed a soft kiss to his lips, glad to witness this moment in the prince's life, even if it was but a moment they might not speak of again. "don't like them. unless they come from pretty men like yourself."

he was undressed, exposed for the princes eyes and his hands, to the heat rising between them and their breaths mingling as passion drove their movements. he lets him explore as he pleases, not rushing through the paces, not interested in a quick tryst he'd soon forget, not interested in sending him packing. walking to his room half-dressed. he knew the prince, and he wanted him to enjoy this moment fully, remember and cherish it each time his mind went back to it.

aeden kissed his neck gently, spreading the prince's legs to stand between them, helping them onto his waist with a wandering hand that caressed and gripped one of his thighs. "did you let him fuck you, my prince?" he whispered into his ear, lowering his pants so that they could both feel their naked bodies sliding together. rubbing against each other in a slow simmering dance. "shall i make you regret giving him any of your time instead of coming to me directly?" the self-assured question was pointed with a brush of his cock bellow his balls, hinting but not yet giving him the pleasure he sought.

[princeofbergia]

his voice was barely a whisper when he answered. Still, he knew the other was close enough to hear him, "Thank the gods i'm beautiful then." The innocence of his smile cut by the way he said those words in the same cocky tone his brothers held. The shell of his innocence starting to melt away. It was nice to see the man naked. Far from virginal, yet his touches where still timid. Taking his time to trace the muscles, wondering what exactly a mage did to get a body like this if all they did was study. Roderick kissed his neck and collar bone taking in his scent and how it felt to be touched by him. Committing as much as he could to memory as they pushed their bodies together. His body moved on instinct following the command of the other's touches. His longer slender legs wrapping around the waist pulling him closer to him. He loved the way it felt when the other's cock pressed against his. "I did" he spoke as he looked up at him. There was no need to lie. You could still see the stretch in his hole. His breath hitching as the man's cock pressed to him. Not slipping but teasing him as he let his head fall back for a moment. "show me the pleasure that is hidden in my very own home" He spoke as he pulled him in for a kiss hoping the other would just slip in before they broke to catch their breath.

[bloodofmetia]

@princeofbergia

Warm, amber eyes scanned the crowd before him as nimble fingers thrummed against the side of his glass, a small hum leaving his lips as he observed the crowd. There were so many people in the ballroom that it was certainly difficult for the crown prince to decide where to start first. Does he seek out those that he knew, furthering the relationship between he and them to ensure success in future trade deals? Or should he reach out and approach someone new? Someone that he'd yet to foster a relationship with, and someone that could prove to be a potential ally?

As these thoughts plagued him, his gaze landed upon that of a lone figure that seemed to be standing alone. They were tall, handsome, and from what he could gather from his apparel - he was also royal. Moving from his broad frame, the Medesi prince let his gaze move up to his face to drink him in... He was Bergian, and if he was a Bergian prince, it would be potentially risky to build a connection but... They were celebrating peace, right? That peace meant that someone from Medes and someone from Bergia could converse without the worry of blood being shed.

"There's something wrong with the picture here..." Augustus spoke as he approached the other prince, his hands behind his back before he moved to give a respectful bow to the brunet that stood in front of him. "My name is Augustus Myre, crown prince of Medes... and it is a tragedy that someone as handsome as you is standing here by yourself when everyone should be clamoring to dance with you." Pausing, the crown prince moved to offer a hand to the other. "I shall rectify that... Please, may I have this dance?"

[princeofbergia]

There was a break in the dancing. Admittedly a much a needed one, as fun as it was to dance around all night, no one told how much his feet would hurt after the first few hours. He had fallen back into the group of new friend he had made while he was here. Their giggles and laughs floating away from them as the music filled the air. As they spotted the prince looking around the dance floor they started taking bets on who he was going to come ask to dance. Roderick for the life him did not think it was going to be him. The gown he wore was a work of art. He, however, was tall and lanky. His body felt like it mostly limbs compared to some of the people around him. So when the prince stood before him and bowed his head he smiled brightly as he felt the blush grow on his face. The charm in his words where not lost as he placed his hand in the other's. "truthfully ive been pushing them off with a stick the last hour needed to take a break." Still he let himself be lead out on to the dance floor. His hands finding themselves on the other's body as he looked at him. "Roderick Pryor youngest prince from Bergia since you offered your own formal introduction."

[igneovs-deactivated20250613]

when  not  trying  to  get  his  blood  pressure  to  skyrocket  due  to  their  antics,  their  children  were  joys  to  be  around.  zastan  offered  a  warm  smile  to  his  youngest,  though  his  expression  turned  a  little  somber  at  the  question.  zastan  couldn't  remember  a  time  without  a  war.  before  the  last  one  ended,  there  had  been  another  war,  and  another  war,  and  another  war.  roderick,  being  too  young,  had  the  least  exposure  to  the  gore  and  brutality  of  the  wars.  it  was  a  blessing,  zastan  thought.  the  wars  had  made  him  unflinching  in  the  face  of  violence.  it  made  him  feel  less  and  less  like  a  human.

"yes,"  zastan  said  simply,  smile  still  in  place  despite  the  joy  that  he  didn't  feel.  his  grip  on  his  child's  waist  was  tight  enough  to  show  that  he  took  the  lead.  "i'm  delighted  to  see  that  you  are  having  fun,  though..."  with  a  quirk  of  his  eyebrow,  the  king  leveled  the  prince  a  stern  look.  "do  not  go  overboard.  do  you  understand,  my  son?"

[princeofbergia]

There was a flash of the part of his father that made Roderick sad. He rarely saw it, but he always hated it. The man that only knew pain. The man that was as rough and cold as the mountain tops they called home. For years the young prince had tried to find a way to make sure he never had to see him again. He wondered if that was why he and all his brother's acted the way they did. Their actions a way to break through the stone wall for war and see their actual father. He let his head rest on his father's shoulder, not wanting to see the face, but also wanting to offer him comfort. He was happy for the answer even if there was every chance it could be a lie. "We should hold one when the heavy snow stops and the spring comes." He wasn't sure his father would go for it but he loved the idea. A smile as he moved so he could see the man's face when he spoke. "So i should tell the maid from Solia that i can't run away to be his bride. He said his family had a lovely farm i could work on." His smile wide as he waited for his father's reaction.

[thenorthslittlebird]

𐂂 "oh, no, telling your parents what you and your brother's get up to is one of my favorite pastimes." he teased with an easy smile and a slight lick of his bottom lip. "though i would rather not pretend you were either of them in general," he continued on as he leaned to drop his voice into a whisper. "i prefer you to them. so how about, instead, if your parents happen to ask me what you were up to i will simply tell them i saw nothing, but throw one of their names into the mix instead. gods know a bit of scandal would not be a surprise from them."

there was no hiding the way his eyes kept shifting down, drinking in every ounce of the young prince before him as if he were thirsting and hadn't been sated in days; especially as a blush dusted over roderick's cheeks. "i would not mind showing you what you missed out on one bit, sweet prince."

taking a step closer, he reached out to gently cup the side of the younger man's face; his thumb gently brushing over the color on his cheek as he let himself, again, speak boldly to the royal; vulgarly, even. "--but i fear if i take you now, after someone else has already had you, i might go to far and make you want to forget them altogether; i might want to keep you with me all night, just so i can take you again in the morning and send you back to your parents with me fresh on your breath, and leaking down the back of your legs."

[princeofbergia]

The blush on his cheeks got a darker as the heat the pit of belly started to stir. The admission that he was the favorite made him smile brightly as his mind worked to commit every detail of this moment. His body on instinct moving a little closer to the man. "You really are my guardian angel Eoghan" The name dripping with the affection and growing lust he felt for the man. The touch to his face had made him let out a sweet little sound. Roderick had never imagined he would be spoken too like this by any one in service to the Family, but he liked it. Loved it even. Wanted to know exactly how it felt to be taken just like that. Maybe he had wanted it for a lot longer then he wanted to admit.

He didn't pull back. Instead he he let his hand move to rest on the man's chest as he looked at him. He wanted the man to touch him more. To do all that he had just said. "Then send me back limping" he spoke barely above a whisper, "Make some excuse to hide away all day with your favorite prince. Make sure when i leave you bed no man will ever fuck me as good as you just have. Make your cock one my body will never forget"

[saltcrowns]

Of all his children, Roderick was the one who had the softest heart. The boy wasn't hardened by the war like the rest of the Pryors, barely becoming an adult when the treaty was signed. Rhiannon thanked Thal'nr that his youngest never had to see a battlefield, the boy wasn't born to be a warrior like Edric or even Iskander. Rhiannon had trained him to be a healer, tending to their injured warriors brought back to Falreig after battles.

The Queen was sitting in the suite that had been given to the Pryors that connected to each of their chambers, the windows were open to let some of the crisp winter air into the room as Rhiannon sat by the fire. He'd made the tea himself, his distaste for any Valtolian drinks was well known at this point. They had a tendency to like their drinks overly sweet and had a heavy hand when it came to honey.

"You've certainly had a wonderful time being here," the Queen mused with a smile as he greeted his son who twirled into his chair. Grabbing the tea pot, Rhiannon poured both of them some before offering one of the cups to his youngest child. A smile started to form along the corners of his lips, the thought of Roderick being picked up seemed impossible since the boy was practically a giant even by Bergian standards.

"We're... not as heartfelt as you are with our allies, my sweet child." the Queen said, sitting back in his chair holding the cup in his hand. "I've made some small talk but most of the men I've met, but those encounters haven't been as nice." Rhiannon wasn't as receptive to their neighbors as Roderick was, but it was hard to be when some treated your people like they were cavemen. "Tell your mother about your adventures."

[princeofbergia]

Roderick may have got swept away in the moment but he was no fool. He knew his family wasn't having as good of a time as he was. Yes, he still had nightmares about treating some of the more injured warriors that had made their way to them, but he never say the actions. Never looked a man in the eyes as they tried to kill them. Roderick was a aware of the war but was a child for most of it. The men here may been enemies to the crown, but Roderick held no vendettas. He took the cup that was offered to him and moved to mix in his sugar an tea. Taking a sip to make sure it wasn't too sweet. A blush on his face as his mother spoke. "I don't think i will ever leave Bergia but a summer home here would be a dream." He wasn't really sure what the borders looked like, or would look like once he married and left this family home. He let out a little chuckle. "They are just too soft to understand our customs." The North was ice and stone and that changed how people worked. "Im sure you will make a friend eventually mother you are the nicest person i know." The compliment was genuine even if it wasn't needed. "Ive danced with a prince from Medes. So strong not like us but he was beautiful. Made some friends with nobles from Solia they took me to this shop this man was making clothes from the most exotic animals"

[grayhillaeden]

there was much to be said, for the prince's warmth, his words. the title hanging from his lips with some sort of intimacy he took careful note of, however the interruption meant that there was no time for that, instead they were locked in his chambers, away from prying eyes and curious ears.

and then the little pup of a prince bared his fangs adorably, robes falling open to reveal skin, and smallclothes that should well be gone by now with his wanton behavior.

aeden should not encourage that, his father would probably not appreciate, but well... aeden was a man, a wise, powerful, lustful man and the prince was ripe for the taking. "is that an order, my prince?" he teased, fingers undoing his coat, leaving only his undershirt, with half his chest bared as he slowly walked towards the bed, drapping himself over the prince, face to face before he buried his nose in his neck, taking in his smell after a night of revelry.

"you were just with a married man, and now you are asking your family's court mage for a kiss..." he whispered in a tease "whatever would people say?" whatever answer the prince might have, he did not listen for his lips captured the younger man's into a deep, searing kiss of his own. to wash away the taste of whatever noble had gone there first, and perhaps cast away any illusions the young prince might have. his hand closed around the prince's hair, holding him as he claimed his mouth, surely but gently wanting to leave him panting for more as he stopped.

[princeofbergia]

His eyes watched as the mage let his coat fall to the floor. He knew the man before him was much older then Roderick could even guess but he had told himself he was giving in while in Valtolia. That meant taking whatever chance for pleasure that came to him.

"One you seem more then eager to follow" He spoke as he let his head moved to the side. Giving the other as much space as he wanted there. He could remember what it felt to be kissed there the night before. The memories of the night before fading from his mind for this one. His hands moving to pull the shirt of the mage off.

He wanted to make a joke about he was finally acting his brother's. Finally finding the warmth that all Bergian Princes add to beds. It was however lost as he was kissed. Any thought lingering in his head was lost with that kiss. It was far from chaste and pure but it did make him want more. His hands gripping at the back as he pushed into it. Craving more as his body pulled more of the mage's weight on top of him as he fully laid back.

[iskanderpryor]

Iskander huffed out a laugh, the sound low and warm as he spun Roderik once more, the movement effortless, easy. “And here I thought you’d appreciate a dramatic reading of your admirers’ finest poetry,” he teased, tilting his head as if in consideration. “Perhaps I’ll gather them all, force Edric to recite them aloud by the fire while you sigh wistfully into your wine.” The thought amused him, but not as much as the sight of his younger brother so at ease, so unabashedly happy. Roderik had always been the dreamer among them, the one who saw the world not for what it was, but for what it could be. Iskander envied him that, even as he felt the instinct to shield him from it.

He arched a brow at the question, lips curling into something sharper. “Oh, don’t worry, Roddy. I’ll be sure to test their mettle.” His hand tightened ever so slightly on his brother’s waist as he pulled him in closer before he prepared to dip him. “I'll always prefer the bow but I'd fight for your honor if need be.” Iskander’s amusement flickered, something caught between affection and mock-exasperation. “You wound me,” he murmured, though his smirk betrayed the truth. “As if the brothel workers could ever cry over me. I’m their favorite - and wealthiest - patron.” Those two things weren't mutually exclusive, but Iskander would jest the two were completely unrelated.

[princeofbergia]

'I doubt our older brother is capable of the desire and longing that is being woven in those words, well unless mother and father to order it." the teasing wasn't really called for but it was what brother's did. The idea was nice, a way to relive the memories of his time at the party. He had already danced with so many people. Truthfully, Roderick had no idea if any one was going to remember him but he hoped they did. "Maybe get Luci to do it if his heart doesn't freeze back over when we get home" The dip was effortlessly and he let our a light laugh at the the thought of his brothers reading him poems. "Im sure no one unworthy is even thinking of going against you to get to me scared that they would lose their life at your hands." He knew all his elder brother's had a way of life they likes to live. Isky and luci more then the other's but they all liked to give into certain pleasures. "That's why they are crying they cant make their fortune when i demand all your attention." the graceful spin had him landing closer to his brother. "even if you never treat me as good as you treat them."