#rexperrosae

[ferounjones-blog]

bears and roses

+ rexperrosae

The Bear-King grins, one thick paw curled on the opposite shoulder, the other idly waving to the much more... Hm, proper? Yeah, proper king. Sure, he’s a beast of a man, but he’s welcoming enough, especially to someone he’s been friends with- if sparsely- for a long time. “Every time you come here, it’s hilarious to see your poor suit covered in jungle shit. How’ve you been? Is someone dead, or did you just miss me that much, huh?”

[beardopattillo-blog]

"Jack, what happened?"

“Nothing, your Majesty.  Nothing that you need to concern yourself with.”

[firstkxng-blog]

"Your majesty?"

»“The Plains King. Ray, it’s been far too long, what brings you to my lands? Nothing too grim, I hope”.

[beardopattillo-blog]

"Is something the matter, Jack?"

“Your Majesty!  I---”  He turned, his face darker than the roses in his crown and eyes darting to find the figure he was speaking with, slowly shaking his head.  “No...no, nothing.”

[beardopattillo-blog]

Ray has died

He stood over the casket, adorned in the Rose King’s attire: a satin-like dress shirt under a black vest with a red tie draped around his neck; black pants he wore with shoes to match.  Against his back, a cape the people had made for him with gold inlaid embroidery and swirls that looked like tree roots.  A rose hung from the chain around his neck near his right shoulder and another was held in his hand.

Jack had sat all night, as the funeral came to a close and asked that they wait until the next morning to bury him.  He had not slept for days, merely napping here and there to keep up with the rest of the world and the settings of the palace.  He’d barely moved from the spot.  As the sun rose against the stained glass and shined against the Rose King’s pale face, Jack leaned over the casket and pressed a kiss to Ray’s forehead.

“One thousand,” he whispered.

[beardopattillo-blog]

Another question about the king, then; since you're his suitor, are you going to plan your first sexual encounter or just have at him?

He nearly spit his drink out when the question was posed, his cheeks flushing as bright as the King’s crown.  “Well...I didn’t really have a plan.  I still don’t, but as the King’s suitor and he mine, we will both know when the time is right to have that.  At the moment, I don’t think I’m physically capable of such a feat.”

[beardopattillo-blog]

Prince Jack, what are your thoughts on the Rose King?

Jack swallowed the lump in his throat.  Now there was a question that he’d wished no one would ask him in public.  Yet, here he was in the Throne Room, watching the Rose King answer questions as the nobles did on a daily basis.  He admired their efforts, though he doubted he’d ever be able to do something like that.

“He is...one of the most brilliant men I have ever has the fortune to meet.  He is kind, brave, selfless and will do whatever it takes to save his kingdom from falling to the hands of a tyrant.  The Rose King has saved my life, more than once I’m afraid,” he chuckled.  Jack looked down at his fingers, a small blush creeping up his cheeks.

“He is the kindest and sweetest man I have laid eyes on, and one of the gentlest souls the world has to offer.  He will do great things for his kingdom...and for me.”

[beardopattillo-blog]

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