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[bushelofmuses]

@skyfiresmuses asked: [PRINCESS] for Jalon from Arthur

Jalon went stiff in his arms, tense despite who it was that was carrying her now. It only lasted a few moments before she was snorting with laughter and moving to wrap one arm around his shoulders and neck.

"Is there a reason I must be carried at all costs? You seem very determined," she teased, kissing his cheek.

Her other hand adjusted its hold on the basket of herbs and mushrooms she was picking before he came along and scooped her up, and she rested it on her stomach to keep from dropping it. She didn't mind the sudden company in her space, her safe haven in the woods. If anyone were to come crashing through the forest, she'd rather it be Arthur than one of his knights or a servant.

"I'm quite filthy. Be careful you don't get mud on you."

[bushelofmuses]

@skyfiresmuses || Here

"Fair? Who said I'm fair?" she teased, slipping her hands into his so she could be closer to him. Jalon enjoyed touching him, enjoyed the feel of his hands in hers. It was soothing, in a way.

"I can play dirty when I want," Jalon said with a slight sniff. Her playful expression softened. "Do you need me to rub your shoulders or back? You look tired, Love."

He needed to rest more often after meetings like this, in her humble opinion. Arthur worked so hard, trying to support his people the best he could, he deserved a break to rest his eyes or...something. God, he was overdoing it.

[bushelofmuses]

Jalon and Arthur for the if they had a kid meme!

Name: Ellana

Gender: she/her

General Appearance: dark, olive completion, not quite as tall as Arthur but taller than Jalon

Personality: energetic, gentle, vibrant, a little spoiled but not to the point of being obnoxious

Special Talents: good with a sword. She gave her father puppy eyes, wanting to learn how to use a sword and she got what she wanted.

Who they like better: she's a daddys girl through and through

Who they take after more: she has Arthur's looks and Jalon's love of nature and books

Personal Head canon: Kay was the one who taught her how to fight

[bushelafterdark]

@skyfiresmuses asked: “ You’re trembling. Is it because my hands are too cold, or because you like this too much? ”

She was pretty sure he'd touched every inch of her, brought her to climax once, was trying to coax another one out of her, and he knew damn well his hands were no longer cold...the bastard was a tease.

"Arthur, you're an evil, evil man," she mumbled, face buried in the juncture of his neck and shoulder while her legs and arms were wrapped around him. She was comfortably perched in his lap, and had been for God only knew how long as he'd taken his time with her.

His hand was between them, and too damn gentle as his circled her clit, while she was trying not to grip his length too tightly in response. The last thing she needed was to hurt him.

She was trembling, and part of it was because he was insisting on driving her mad with his teasing fingers. She nipped his shoulder in playful retaliation.

"Horrible, terrible, and absolutely rotten." She was teasing, not an ounce of heat behind it, but there was a touch of frustration; Arthur was insistant on getting her to break again, she'd give him that.

[bushelafterdark]

@skyfiresmuses || Here

Her laugh bubbled out of her, light and breathless, as amusement at his eagerness overcame her. It felt good to be wanted, for her husband to want to be close to her and feel every inch of skin beneath his hands. It was bordering worship, and she revelled in it.

She had tried to make it last, to draw it out as long as she could to tease him, but she missed his touch, missed feeling him closer to her than just beneath her. Untying him and letting him have his way was a mercy for both of them.

She eagerly parted her lips for him, one hand finding his cheek while the other braced against the bed beneath him by his shoulder. Jalon softly whined, fingers gripping the blankets.

Jalon didn't stop slowly grinding her hips against his, trying to continue to drive him to madness with a slow pace—although, truth be told, she was certain she was driving herself insane from the restraint too. Her thighs were clenched tightly against his sides, toes curled; he filled her so nicely, and the angle she'd been pulled into with his freedom was maddening.

[bushelofmuses]

🥂 Press a kiss on the receiver's lips while a little tipsy. for Jalon from Arthur

The New Years party was a wild one, wilder than Jalon had expected. It seemed like very few people were sober, and even she could feel the buzz in the back of her mind.

Arthur was laughing and smiling, which made her happy. It was good to see him looking less worried and tired.

He turned to her, grinning widely. It made him look boyish, mischief in his eyes. She smiled back, and a tipsy giggle escaped her when he leaned over and kiss her. Jalon happily kissed him back. With them both a little drunk, it was messy and clumsy, but no less sweet in her mind.

[bushelofmuses]

"I could not rule this kingdom without you." for Jalon from Arthur?

Royalty in Love

The remark was sweet, coupled with the gentle touch to her cheek. Her own hand came up to cover his and she offered him a soft smile.

"I believe you were doing just fine before I came into your life, Love," she said with a soft laugh. He'd been a good king so far; Arthur was a fair and just man, one who seemed to care about those he led. He'd sacrificed a lot up to this point, and she knew he would continue to do so.

"You were fine before me, and you'll be fine after me." Jalon immediately grimaced. "That...came out more morbid than I intended."

[bushelofmuses]

@skyfiresmuses 🩸 with Arthur

From this meme

Covered in blood, he was a terrifying sight. Was it his or someone else's? Given the castle had been under attack earlier, she was desperately hoping it was someone else's.

"Oh God, Arthur..." Jalon was quick to reach his side and guided him to have a seat so she could look him over. She gently took his sword from him and set it on the table before she began her search for injuries.

There were a few minor scrapes and bruises, but she didn't see anything life threatening.

Should she...?

He was her husband. She shouldn't doubt him and her safety.

Jalon gently ran her fingertips over each cut, blue magic slipping over the abrasions and sealing them with fresh skin. There was little she could do about the bruises, but she could mend other minor injuries. She almost glanced up at his face to make sure he wasn't scared of her, but decided she didn't want to know and kept working.

"I'm sorry you're hurt," she murmured.