Jun 29
its a queen sized bed. of course it's supposed to fit multiple knights in it as well as the queen herself.
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its a queen sized bed. of course it's supposed to fit multiple knights in it as well as the queen herself.
Are all road trips that laborious? All that setting up and taking down each might, it looked rather cumbersome. Regardless! We’re here, I’ve bathed, slept in a real bed for the first time in days, and I am quite ready to explore this place.
Does anyone have any suggestions on what to see before the events begin?
@borrowed-blade @he-covets @knightclubbing @knights-hand @jester-of-hearts
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The bond they share is no secret. The more frequently their hands brush together, the less accidental it appears. Each one gazes upon the other far longer than can be deemed appropriate. Not to mention, whispered words still echo in grand halls.
The prince knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that his knight would lay down his life to see the royal come to no harm. They all would, and many have already made that sacrifice on the battlefield. That’s what terrifies him. The thought that his knight — his guardian and his lover — would throw himself before a blade in his stead lurches him awake in a cold sweat.
It is the ultimate betrayal, what the prince is about to do. To strip the knight of his title, his honor, and his very purpose… the prince understands he may never be forgiven. What a cruel master he is to take the collar off of his most loyal hound.
The knight— No, the man may live evermore with hatred in his heart.
But he will live.
Horse riding under the shade of the trees is one thing, but, after descending the mountain, we must then pass the long stretches of farmland. I can only take the beating of the hot sun for so long before I retreat to the shade within my personal carriage, grateful for the slats that allow a breeze to pass through.
I listen to the conversation among my traveling party and enjoy the view of the land through my windows for quite some time, but sitting here all on my lonesome has my mind wandering. I could read one of the many books I brought with me, but none of them sustain my interest.
I have something else in mind.
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The desire to leave my mark on my more frequent lovers for their next lay to see is nigh insurmountable. A hickey on their neck is one thing, and while the imprint of teeth in their shoulder or the marks left by my nails down their back are far more lasting, those could be left by anyone. I am not just anyone.
Oft I imagine leaving a more permanent mark on my lovers, and not the seal of the Crown, but an image that represents me and me alone. You see, all of Our knights are beholden to the Crown already, but only some of them have had the privilege to lie with me, and fewer still are worthy of this mark.
Where should I have it placed? On their wrist? So they can view it at their leisure and trace the black lines that were carefully and repeatedly poked into their skin. How about in the divot on the inside of their hip? So it can be hidden away from the masses until they bathe or reveal it to a new lover. Or perhaps right over their heart? I can already imagine the way the image moves over tensing muscles, I imagine it hovering above me as I lie in bed, I can imagine leaning down to kiss it while I pleasure myself with their body.
I have been so enraptured by this idea that I’ve found myself sketching in the borders of my journal. After so many iterations, I believe this is the final design. My brand.
Such wonderful delicacies are spread across the table, each and every one cooked, baked, and garnished to perfection. A few of my companions are seated near me, and the others have run off with newfound romantic interests.
I sit among the partygoers, cheeks flushed with a slight pink from the wine and the jaw-dropping performance from the illustrious Jester of Hearts. The pleasant floaty headspace eases my discomfort with all the clinking of cutlery and loud voices.
I listen to a few conversations here and there, but I don’t find any compelling enough to jump into.
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Rumors of Prince Dorian, for your consideration:
• he has an unhealthy attachment to his horse
• his younger sister passed away in the attempted kidnapping that gave him his scar
• he has a tattoo right above his groin, written in a language no one knows
• some people believe it was actually the elder brother that passed, and he IS the younger sister, who then took on her brother’s name and title
• he bathes entirely on his own, he won’t allow servants to wash him or even stand in the room. Most believe this is due to insecurity regarding his eye.
• there’s a magical artifact hidden in his left eye socket
Follow me out into the woods, my darling. I know of a spot by the cliffside with a beautiful view. Sunset is the best time of day to look out over the mountain range. Though I must confess that, were you to be by my side, I would find it difficult to keep my eyes on the scenery.
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