Joaquin Canalo / Freyr Embers

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Stags of Aldonia

It is with great honor that I present JOAQUIN of HOUSE CANALO, the CROWN PRINCE of ONDERA. They are TWENTY NINE and look a great deal like MICHAEL TREVINO. Their people have described them as ADVENTUROUS yet SOPHISTICATED but be careful, for their closest friends have disclosed that they are also known to be quite COCKY and STUBBORN.

Here ye, here ye, for FREYR of HOUSE EMBERS, the NOBLEMAN of NOK has just arrived. They are TWENTY FIVE, and look a great deal like KIT CONNOR. Their vassals have described them as CHARISMATIC & CLEVER but they also claim that they can be a bit DEVIOUS & RELENTLESS.

The stag is a common heraldic animal often depicted on coats of arms, representing various symbolic meanings. It is typically shown with a majestic appearance, standing on all four legs and usually viewed from the side. The stag is associated with attributes such as strength, courage, grace, and nobility.

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Closed Smut Starter for @aladonianroyalty NSFW Inspo Gif

"Trust me, I can carry you so easily, your majesty. You look very light, and I am very strong," Freyr smiles at Queen Ambrose as he stands up from the marble floor. He swipes his mouth and leans in to kiss along his neck, angling towards the queen's ear. By this point, he's easily slipping three fingers in and out of the royal ass at this point. "I would never let you fall, majesty,"

Lifting Ambrose up by the thighs, Freyr shows off not just strength, but balance as he maneuvers Ambrose until he feels the other's rim catch on his cock. With a grin, he slowly begins to lower Ambrose onto his cock. "So tight, so hot, my queen...oh fuck, take it..."

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It was a lovely day for riding on horseback, the way the breeze made his curls dance and his thin shirt ride up slightly to show off his tanned skin, from always being outdoors and usually naked (or at least half naked). He turned to look at his guards, but their attentions were on the 360 degrees around them, they felt at ease knowing that it was Joaquin who was holding Caspian and didn't bother them.

It also let Caspian notice everything currently going on, the way Joaquin's arms felt strong around him, making him feel safe and content. The way that his ass continued to bounce against Joaquin's crotch and now that he could feel a semi-hard cock pressed against his ass and the question fell to his ears, causing him to blush. "I believe that I am getting there, though there seems to be something pressing against me." said Caspian turning his head to look at the other, smirking softly, "is it me or the horse causing that?"

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"I can honestly say that I don't usually get an erection when I'm out for a ride on horseback. I was actually a little concerned that I'd wind up getting hurt while doing this, but your arse is just so lovely, that hasn't been a problem. To answer your question, this erection is all for you."

Joaquin licks and sucks at his own middle finger until it's wet. Then he is lifting the wool of Caspian's kilt in the back and searches for, and then finds the man's pucker. While teasing the entrance, he leans in and begins to kiss and nibble all along the other man's neck. "Have you ridden enough that you feel comfortable taking the reigns? I think if we carry on much further, you'll want me to have both hands free. Unless you wish for me to stop?"

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that,  he  would  be  -  no  doubt.  no  royal  would  ever  have  to  worry  in  his  presence  unless  they  turned  out  an  enemy  of  his  kingdom.  if  so,  then  his  wrath  would  be  swift,  but  also  brutal.  it's  quite  handy  to  have  both  canalos  &  gauthiers  in  the  same  palace  -  if  only  for  the  time  being.  but  that  meant  ezrah  had  less  traveling  to  do  to  see  those  who  mattered  to  him.  correspondence.....  sure.  they  both  knew  he  didn't  need  a  dragonrider  for  that.  hell,  all  three  of  them  knew  that,  but  it  was  a  nice  little  lie  that  got  them  privacy.

he'd  stepped  inside  with  ease,  eyes  roaming  the  room  first  thing  just  to  ensure  they  were  alone  &  take  note  of  possible  escape  routes  -  or  places  to  break  in.  his  job  wasn't  just  to  kill  monsters,  he  was  a  protector.  he  had  to  perceive  wherever  he  went.  that  little  display  joaquin  put  up  was  adorable,  it  had  ezrah  chuckle  &  shake  his  head  at  the  same  time.  "y'know,  you  could've  just  told  me  to  get  comfy  on  your  desk  instead.  although...  how  'bout  i....  take  care  of  my  armor  first."  as  much  as  he  loved  it,  in  moments  like  this  it  really  wasn't  putting  emphasis  on  the  right  body  parts.

taking  it  off  though?  quick  work  these  days,  so  it  landed  by  his  feet  with  a  thud  only  a  few  moments  after,  leaving  him  in  ordinary  clothing.  for  the  time  being.  he  turned  around  slowly,  stepped  out  of  his  armor  &  strolled  over  to  where  the  book  laid  on  the  ground.  he  did  as  ...asked  &  picked  it  up,  but  so  very  slowly.  he'd  asked  so  nicely. "see something you like?"

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"A fair point; but who knows who's listening at walls? Then again, it is my singular aim to make you moan my name before you leave this room, so perhaps my concern for propriety and your reputation is silly, hmm?" Joaquin grins as he watches the other man walk around the room, getting a lay of the land.

He knew plenty of princes who felt intimidated by trying to get with a dragon rider. Those who did, it seemed, usually wanted to get fucked by them. Jo didn't think less of any who did; and he, certainly, was also intimidated by the way Ezrah prowled the room. To say that the rider was deadly was an understatement. The common man might believe that Ezrah was deadly because of his dragon, but the royals knew better. Riding a war-machine made them deadly in open ground, but no. Ezrah was a deadly warrior without every getting into a saddle.

This also made the man devastatingly desirable. What truly turned Joaquin on the most, was knowing that even in the throes of pleasure while getting fucked, this dragon rider could not only murder Joaquin himself, but literally any assassin who surprised them.

Then, Ezrah is bending down to pick up the book, so slowly, in those thin, thin pants, and his shirt rides up. The familiar T of a thong slips into view and Joaquin has to bite his fist. "I mean, I was half playing around about wanting to fuck you again, but by the gods, if nothing else, let me eat your sexy ass?"

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Where: Throne Room of Rhorm When: Pre-assassination Who: @oflavenderanddragons (Damian x Freyr)

The King of Rhorm was an incredibly sexy man. From the timber of his voice to the gait of his stride, no one could deny he was an incredible specimen of a king. Tonight, he was beyond exquisite, Freyr thought to himself. The way the man's clothes had fit him in open court, along with everything else, had the young noble "shooting his shot" with the king.

The young Nokkian noble now had the king’s knees on his shoulders, while he supported them both on the arms of the Vastic throne. Pressing close, the young man kissed the older man to silence him just as his incredibly fat cock breached the royal hole.

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"Oh, of course." Bruno stills himself for the crowded prince, taking delight in the intimate display. His eyes meet with Joaquin's, a deep brown looking into gold. They sometimes looked like a treasure in their own right, Bruno would think to himself. Though, of course, Bruno wasn't the first person to think of gold when seeing the crowned prince of Ondera. He wondered how his own eyes looked to the other prince. Bruno had heard himself described as one with mischief in his eyes, but was that the same as the brilliance of Joaquin's?

"I wouldn't mind going back to taste them again." Bruno suggests, his hand coming to hold itself in front of Joaquin's torso. He wasn't sure himself if it had been an action based on his own physical desires or one based on the people gawking around them, but Bruno stayed his hand where he left it. "Talking to you while we eat delicious pastries, I don't see any harm in that. Though of course, we'll have to say we're deliberating our choice of winner if asked what we're talking about." Bruno chuckles.

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Joaquin lingers perhaps a little too long, looking into his future queen's eyes. Try as he might, though, he found Bruno captivating, and those sparkling brown eyes, they always seemed to promise more. To hint at mischief. How could one man inspire him to feel dire lust and fierce protectiveness all at once?

"I think that is a wonderful idea," Joaquin manages before the other prince lays a hand on his chest. The thin silk of his tunic does nothing to shield him from the heat in that touch. From Bruno's bare finger tips, it felt almost as if a fire within him was being stoked. Gently, hardly there and yet all a fire needed was one good puff of breath to get started.

"I should think we should go and sit down now, if you please?" Jo leads the other towards a table as promptly as he can, lest the stirring in his hose become quite evident. "I sincerely hope all that they wish to talk about is pies. I'm quite sorry, Bruno. I don't usually get quite so, uh, moved, by such a simple and ordinary touch, but then, you are no ordinary man, are you?"

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for  what  it  was  worth,  malachi  was  glad  to  see  a  familiar  face;  especially  one  in  such  a  similar  position  as  he  was.  well.  they  had  been  in  similar  positions  at  least.

sighing,  his  shoulders  and  posturing  softening  in  the  other's  presence  out  of  the  view  of  the  rest  of  the  gathered  guests,  malachi  offered  a  rare,  easy  smile  to  the  fellow  crown  prince.  "thank  you.  the  queen  will  be  pleased  to  know  i  managed  to  maintain  some  of  the  eloquence  they  had  us  spending  most  of  our  youths  studying."  he  teased,  though  his  usual  light  tone  was  replaced  with  a  more  forlorn  emptiness.

"i  appreciate  you  wanting  to  help,  i  really  do,  but  you  are  a  guest  here  so  the  last  thing  i  am  going  to  do  is  put  you  to  work."  he  smiled  another  one  of  those  practiced,  empty,  political  smiles  meant  to  keep  everyone  at  bay;  convincing  them  that  he  was  fine  even  when  he  wasn't.  joaquin  was  a  friend,  though,  he  didn't  need  to  keep  these  barriers  between  them--  though  he  could  already  hear  his  advisors  yelling  at  him,  warning  him  that  no  one  was  a  friend  anymore.

"in  truth,  if  you  really  do  want  to  do  something,"  he  added  on,  his  voice  lowering  to  a  whisper  as  he  looked  at  the  other  with  almost  pleading  eyes,  "i  need  something  to  take  my  mind  off  of  all  of  this  and  just  let  me...  forget,  for  a  moment,  why  everyone  is  actually  here--  or  that  anyone  is  actually  here.  i  need...  a  distraction;  a  big  distraction  jo."

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The empty political smile that creased his friend’s lips, the one that never reached his eyes, chilled Joaquin a little. Was this to be the future, when they were crowned yet chained? He was prepared to bow and make his exit when his old friend continued. With a snort, he replied, just as softly. “Something to do? More like someone to do.”

“Of course, you know I’m ever happy to oblige you against or across the nearest surface. I hope your future queen doesn’t expect relations on silk sheets, poor dear.” Grinning the Onderan prince looked about thinking of where they could go, when his eyes lit upon the nearby stairwell. “Isn’t there are trunk room down there? Come along, your highness, I know what you need.”

Leading the way down the flight of stairs, he eases open a door and grabs a candelabra from a nearby sconce. Entering, he sets it on a shelf and pulls the other prince into his arms for a fierce kiss. “It’s been a long three months, Mal.”

When the kiss breaks, he's pulling his cock free of his hose and smirks; playfully roughly pushing Malachi to his knees. "Show me you haven't forgotten how and I'll eat you until you're threatening war if I don't fuck you,"

[xofswordandcrownsx]

If the rider had to be honest, there was only so much time he could take within stone walls. His heart belonged out there, in the sky or in the wilds, but he had an important job - to protect the royal family of Eddis. Thankfully, there were plenty of guards that also had pledged their sword for the royal family, and so when one had come to relieve him, he gave a nod and almost immediately headed to the stables to meet with his dragon. By the time he had arrived, Udriam had already ventured out and was waiting for the rider to mount, and once he did, they took off to the skies.

With it being midday, Udriam remained hidden in the clouds as they soared through the skies, the wind whipping through Rodrik's silver hair as they traveled. There is someone down there was the response that caused the rider to close his eyes and connect with Udriam, to see what he saw, and he could see that there was someone sitting atop a carriage with no one else nearby.

Slowly, Udriam made the descent, breaking through the clouds before the two of them landed several yards away from the other. After all, the last thing he wanted was to frighten the lone adventurer that was guarding their carriage, but as he arrived, he was quick to see that the man sitting atop the carriage wasn't just an adventurer or a merchant - but a prince.

"You need not worry, your highness," the rider spoke as he approached, his dragon having already lifted off and hidden within the clouds once more. "I was on a stroll with my dragon when we caught sight of your carriage. Where is your company?" Surely the prince hadn't traveled by himself.

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Like most royals, Joaquin held a healthy respect for peace; particularly when they were buffeted by the tremendous wind gusts of a dragon. Say what you would of diplomacy, no one really wanted to experience dragon's breath first-hand.

"Princes are the worry of their parents and their riders, but are not known to worry over much themselves," Joaquin smiles gamely, carding a hand through his hair, hoping to put it somewhat to rights after the dragon's descent and ascent. He grins at Rodrik as he stands up from the driver's bench of his own carriage. At this silent signal, the company of infantry and a portion of his archers emerge to the road, smiling and chuckling. "Four of my people have ridden on to Dele to get a replacement axle. I instructed the rest of my retinue to take up positions in the woods."

"Either they would find would-be assassins, or they would be well-placed against passing bandits. In either case, I absolutely could not stand another moment inside my carriage. It was far too lonesome after so many leagues." Setting aside the crossbow, he hops down from the carriage to stand next to the giant. "I'm sure the captain of my guard would allow you to escort me on foot to the city, or we could wile away the time inside my carriage. I'm all to happy to enjoy your company again, Rider Rodrik,"

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Closed Starter

Where: Dele When: Pre-Assassination, Historical Who: Bruno & Joaquin

“You’ve got a little something here on your cheek, allow me?” Joaquin smiles as he gently uses a gloved thumb to gently, yet sensually wipe away a bit of pie from his betrothed’s cheek. The crown prince heard onlookers sigh at the tender display, but ignored them as he took Bruno’s hand and pulled the younger man alongside him so they could walk arm in arm.  

“I hope you’ve got a better memory than me, Prince Bruno. Or else judging this pie competition is going to be very difficult indeed.” He teases lightly and bumps hips with him playfully. “If pressed, I’ll say I was distracted by your handsomeness. Couldn’t pay proper attention to the pies,” 

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Closed Starter for @heavensoared The Canalo Wing of Gauthier Palace, Dele. 4 o'clock in the Afternoon.

“I will be quite safe with Ezrah, you needn’t insult the honored Rider by posting additional guards when all I plan to do is correspondence,” Joaquin smiles at the Hand who nods once and leaves. The smile turns feral when the door closes behind the interloper.

“Mmm… now that I think about it, I might be too distracted to work on writing letters." Getting up, he loosens the silk robe he wears, revealing more of his toned abs, and just barely concealing the man’s endowment. Coming around the desk, he blatantly drops a book next to the desk and grins at his bodyguard. “Would you bend over and pick that up for me, Rider?”

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Caspian looked up at the other, his eyes moving from the other's strong thighs in those pants, over his crotch as he made his way to the other's face, the other's offer seemed genuine like no one had sent him out here to offer this to him, which made the prince smile even bigger and nodded.

"I think I would love for you to take me riding to see this dam, I would never say no to spending time with you, Joaquin," said Caspian softly as he stood up, his britches falling slightly to show the top of his tan line ass and trimmed bush in the front. "Are we taking one horse or two?"

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Perhaps, if Joaquin was a more steadfast kind of man, he'd have seen the question about one horse or two for what it was, and turn Caspian down, gently. Yet, he was an energetic prince who found himself smiling, knowingly, at the other male's question. He knew what he was about and thought that if this should help Caspian in this tumultuous time, who was he to turn him down?

"One, I should think. You wouldn't pose any great weight besides my own to my courser. Indeed, I'm sure I could throw you around a bit, should that be your inclination," Joaquin winks as he reaches down to haul the youngest Gauthier up to his feet. The thin, camel colored breeches mold themselves tighter to his skin with the bending and moving. So tight, in fact, that Caspian can tell that not only is the prince going "regimental" today, he was left uncircumcised at birth.

-- Later --

The breeze ruffled their hair as they rode ahead of a pair of bodyguards, one of Dele and one of Ondera towards the creek. Given that Caspian was seated in front of him, Joaquin had one hand around the prince's waist and the other manipulated the reins with deft skill. Unbeknownst to their guards, was that the horses's movements and Caspian's wriggling had the crown prince throwing a semi along the crease of the other's arse. "Are you comfortable, Prince Caspian?"

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It was admittedly dangerous to be out as of late, especially if you were a royal of any status. However, the youngest Meksi prince would pay that no mind and sneak his way out in any event, like he was known to do at his castle in Eddis. Boredom didn't suit him, so he decided he'd take his horse out for some exercise around the borders of Dele.

The sun was setting on his little journey as he came across what looked like a lopsided carriage in the distance. Kairi squinted his eyes to see it better, it didn't look like bandits or like it was carrying common luggage either. He'd get a closer look, now he could make out a figure of a man sitting atop the carriage. "Huh..." He clicked to his horse to have her approach faster. Kairi's eyes widened a little as he was spoken to so freely, he almost forgot to answer. He cleared his throat so that he may speak louder. "I have no intention on harming you, so I supposed I'd be 'friend', right? I'm passing through, but..." he got a full look at the state the man was in, busted carriage and all, "...Might you be in need of aid?"

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"Prince Kari, you are a most welcome and handsome face amid this lot," Joaquin smiles and lowers the crossbow, a few of his men come from the trees chuckling or grumbling about the prince's jape at them. Where the prince sits is at eye level to the prince of Eddis, and allows him to make contact and smile warmly.

"Two of my men rode on to Dele to get a new axle for the carriage. My security detail became stalled on the decision of should I go with them or stay secure inside the carriage. As you can see, I settled the debate, sent them on their way, and decided to wait atop the carriage." He shrugs lightly, "It was sweltering in that box, and while I'm not opposed to stripping down, I felt certain that if I did there would be some grand procession. I did not wish to do my house an ill-turn by being the half-naked prince on the road to a funeral, so I opted to sit up here."

"Of course, I am sure that if we swear to protect each other from what, if any bandits, might lurk in the three miles from the palace, we might convince my humble guard to let me go with you," Joaquin gives another friendly smile. More quietly, he whispers, "please, save me from another hour of this tedious waiting, I shall owe you one."

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Closed Starter for @crowneid Where: Petro's Chambers When: Pre-Funeral. Triggers: Incest implied.

Joaquin sat and listened to his father lecture him about foreign relations. Particularly his relations with Queen Nadim of Nok. At first, it had seemed like a genuine concern and wanting to make this a teaching moment. However,  Joaquin came to realize that this was jealousy that Joaquin had visited the queen’s chamber at the same time that his father had come to Joaquin’s.  

“Of course, father. I will endeavor to be more discreet and careful, particularly while we are in Dele,” Joaquin says respectfully as he gets up and moves to where Petro is standing. Folding his father into a hug from behind, he growls low in his throat. “Now, may I make it up to you?” 

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location: dele kingdom's castle open to: any/all

gussied  up  to  look  every  bit  the  definition  of  a  soon  to  be  king,  dressed  in  his  finest  clothing  and  his  beard  neatly  trimmed  and  his  hair  perfectly  placed,  malachi  held  a  goblet  high  as  he  stood  before  everyone  gathered  in  their  castle's  grand  dining  hall.

"on  behalf  of  my  family,  and  the  people  of  dele,  i  thank  you  all  for  your  kind  words.  i  thank  you  for  coming  to  remember  my  father  and  the  good  king,  and  man,  that  he  was.  these  past  few  days  have  weighed  on  us  all  but  tonight  to  truly  honor  my  father  and  the  legacy  he  has  left  behind  him,  i  invite  you  all  to  drink;  to  eat  your  fill.  tonight  we  celebrate  his  life."

it  was  all  for  appearances  sake,  they  couldn't  let  the  neighboring  kingdom's  see  them  falter  in  the  wake  of  their  king's  murder  and  with  malachi's  coronation  being  planned  they  had  to  appearstrong;  resilient.  they  had  to  play  their  part  in  the  politics  while  keeping  everyone  around  them  at  arm's  length.  no  one  could  be  trusted  anymore.

after  addressing  the  gathered  crowd,  malachi  took  a  sip  of  his  own  wine  to  toast  the  congregation  before  setting  his  goblet  down  and  turning  away  from  all  the  people  and  their  prying  eyes.  stepping  away,  he  slipped  around  a  corner  to  catch  his  breath  only  to  hear  the  sound  of  boots  on  the  stone  floor  behind  him  as  someone  followed.

"make  sure  the  rest  of  the  rest  of  staff  understands,"  he  spoke  calmly,  assuming  it  was  one  of  his  gentleman  in  waiting  attending  to  him,  "tonight  our  guests  should  be  treated  as  our  people.  make  sure  no  goblet  is  dry,  no  plate  emptied.  we--"  he  paused  as  he  finally  turned  to  face  the  person  with  him,  realizing  they  were  not  who  he  was  expecting.

"ah,  apologies,  i  thought  you  were  someone  else.  are  you  alright?  is  there  something  you  need?"

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"I am so sorry," Joaquin stumbles and stops; as studied as he is on every protocol for every official occasions and scenario it seemed. However, what tutors and advisors could never really teach was how to handle these situations.

Should he call him by just his given name? Malachi, to show solidarity and err on the side of familiarity. To be the friend and show a warmer kind of support. Yet this raised its own concerns, would saying the full name be seen as too stiff when it had been so natural for them to Mal and Jo? Or could it be too intimate, when just before all this he had become betrothed to Bruno? To go formal however, felt too cold. Too distant. As if by using formal address, he was pushing away the other man in a time where he might crave signs of friendship. Then again, to be familiar might be presumptive. Damn every tutor and advisor for never covering these things.

"I don't need for anything, to be quite sincere, I wanted to say you spoke brilliantly. I hope that when the time comes for me to make the saddest speech of my life, I hope I do half so well as you did."

"I came here in friendship, hoping I can help you in some way. Either to do something you need done, or to distract you, or make decisions so you do not have to. I've been told sometimes in grief that is the greatest gift of all, even if it is simply deciding what to eat for dinner. One less decision to make. How can I help you," Joaquin never misses a beat as he settles on sincere and honest, protocol be damned. "my friend."

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Caspian closed his eyes as the warm breeze washed over his body, it was the afternoon which meant much of his main duties were already fulfilled for the day, which meant he could do his normal routine of reading literature in the gardens with his torso exposed to the elements, he took a sip of his cup of wine as a shadow covered his body, looking up and smiling softly.

"Is there something I can help you with?" asked Caspian as he closed his book with a smirk.

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"Bruno? Ah, no Prince Caspian," Joaquin first calls and then corrects himself when he sees the youngest Gauthier. His tall riding boots shine in the afternoon sun as he steps off the garden path and into the grass. Briefly, he looks as though he is about to make this entirely awkward and bring up the boy's father. At the last minute, he smooths down his white shirt and gives him a half smile. "Given the circumstances, I suppose it should be me asking if I should help you with something."

"I could take you off riding, there is a creek just beyond the wall where a family of badgers have built a dam. The baby beavers are positively charming, if you'd like to see them," Joaquin offers before he points back the way he came, "or, I can leave you to your book and beverage and give you peace. Up to you, your highness."

[stagsofaldonia]

Near Dele | Open Starter

Open to Anyone. About Joaquin

What had started as a perfectly ordinary day had turned into a comedy of errors. Joaquin had decided to travel with the royal baggage train from Ondera to Dele for the funeral. There were some horse ranches along the way that he wanted to visit; mostly to find a gift for his intended.

However, storms had washed out the roads in some places so instead of taking a slightly longer route, they had gone a much shorter one, through dangerous territory. They had repulsed a bandit attack and discovered a pair of rutting stags was not a monster. Now, quite close to Dele, they were brought low by a muddy rut and a broken axel.

So now the Crown Prince of Ondera sits atop a carriage with a crossbow, on the look out for help or danger. Turning, when he sees someone arrive, he says with a half laugh, “Friend or foe? It has absolutely been that kind of a journey, so is it safe to be happy to see you, or do you bear more disappointing news or grim tidings?”

[stagsofaldonia]

It is with great honor that I present (JOAQUIN) of HOUSE (CANALO), the (CROWN PRINCE) of (ONDERA). They are (TWENTY NINE) and look a great deal like (MICHAEL TREVINO). Their people have described them as (ADVENTUROUS and SOPHISTICATED) but be careful, for their closest friends have disclosed that they are also known to be quite (COCKY and STUBBORN).

𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘

full name — Joaquin Canalo

age — Twenty Nine

kingdom — Ondera

gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns)

religion —

occupation — Crown Prince of Ondera

living arrangements — Castillo del Ciervo

𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘

face claim — Michael Trevino

hair — dark brown

eyes —golden brown

height — five foot & eleven inches

special characteristics — a long and fat... scepter...

clothing style — fashionable but not fussy. sexual preference — top, enjoys being a switch for whatever his partner likes. usually.

𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 & 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎

label — the rake in need of reform

positive traits — adventurous and sophisticated

negative traits — cocky and stubborn

𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 & 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 (𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜??)

father — TBD

mother — TBD

brothers — Fidel, Abri

betrothed — TBD

gentleman-in-waiting — TBD

court-gentleman — TBD

lords-companion — 𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻

paramour — 𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕃 𝔹𝔸𝔻

jester — TBD

𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎

Joaquin tends to dress everyday expecting to spend his time outdoors. Riding, falconry, and archery are all favorite past times, but the only thing he loves more than spending time with his horses and dogs is dancing and … courting …