Esor! You are invited to join Ammeg and I in our journey to Westeros to slap Joffrey. Do you accept? Also, this message will self-destruct in five four three tw- BANG!!
Ahem. I approve of this message despite it self-destructing. And I’m totally game.
[] Tongue.[] Softly bite your lip.[x] We wouldn’t.[] Long and meaningful.[] Let’s hit up the bedroom.[x] You remember last time?[x] Awkward…[] Lol no.Would I go out with you?[] Yes, definitely.[x] No.[] I want to, but it wouldn’t work.[] Maybe. XD[x] Nope, you’re like family.[] You’re cute, but probably not.[x] Just simply not my type.[] If I knew you better.[] Already did.[] I don’t know.If we took a picture together, we’d be…[x] Hugging each other.[x] Just chilling.[] Holding hands.[] Kissing.[x] Acting dumb.[x] Normal picture.[] You holding me from behind.You are…[] Cute/Pretty.[x] Good looking.[] Sexy.[] All of the above ^-^You + me + room = …[x] Movies.[] Cuddling.[x] Hanging out.[] Kissing.
[x] Playing games.[] Everything.[] Wouldn’t let you in.You should…[x] Hit me up.[] Be mine.[] Marry me.[] Reblog this so I can send you a heart.[] be studyingIf we got married, I’d…[] Divorce you.[] Make kids.[x] Take your money and bounce.[] Smash every day.[] I would cheat on you.[] Be faithful.[] Kill you in your sleep [x] We wouldn’t
Esor made her way to the royal stables, having finally calmed down. Her father, the King of Akron, had just told her that she was engaged to wed the Prince of Westerville. But there was a problem. She was deeply in love with the stableboy who tended to her horse. Entering the stable, she went immediately to her horse, patting his nose while she waited for her beloved to come. He always did.
Cire had just finished cleaning a horse stall when he noticed the beautiful princess enter the stable. Trying not to seem like he had been watching the door all morning for her to come, he calmly walked to her horse's stall with an apple - trying to act as if he was about to feed the horse a nice snack. "Oh, hello. m'lady." He smiled as he approached the princess and her horse. She was so beautiful, and standing by her horse, something made her seem even more beautiful. The stableboy could not help but admit to himself that he had a crush on the princess.
Esor looked up when she saw the stableboy. "Oh. Boy. You have a snack for my horse?" she asked, glancing at the apple, but letting her eyes roam up to meet his eyes. "You're too kind. She'll love it."
Cire nodded, "Yes, she was extremely well behaved during her grooming, like always, so I decided she deserved a treat." He brought the apple closer to the princess. "Would you like to give it to her, m'lady?"
Esor listened carefully, smiling pleasantly. When he handed the apple over, she took it and turned to her horse, discretely checking up and down the stable aisle for anyone else as she fed the treat to the mare. "Eric... there's no one here," she whispered, shaking the princess-stableboy mindset and trying to think about him as he was. Her closest friend and the man she loved.
Cire smiled as he watched her feed the apple to the horse. He then looked around the stable himself. "So there isn't." He winked and layed down on the floor, trying to hold in laughter. "No one can stop me from making a straw angel!"
Esor giggled, watching him lie down. "You're so silly, Eric. So very silly. I enjoy coming to see you so much because you make me laugh. Unlike all of those meetings with foreign lords. The ambassador from Lima was here today. So boring."
Cire continued to make his straw angel. "Well, Rose, you need to liven those meetings up. Maybe one day, insist it be held in the stable so you can make a straw angel. And ew, Lima is not a fun town."
Esor took one more glance up and down the aisle before gracefully crouching down next to Eric. "Maybe I'll do that. I'm not quite sure if my father would enjoy that, though. He doesn't like the 'stench of horse shit'" she mockingly imitated her father's voice, giggling again since she didn't talk like that often. "You were from Lima. What makes it not fun?"
Cire nodded with approval, then laughed. "Yes, good. And I'll even prepare nicely scented wool for your father to plug his nose with. That way the horse shit won't bother him." he jestered, enjoying her mockery. "Well they do not enjoy having parties, and everyone is serious all the time. Plus the prince is a jerk."
Esor adjusted her dress, smiling brightly. "You have the most wonderful ideas. Such a shame you're only a stableboy," she said, reaching over and patting his shoulder. "Oh, that doesn't sound like fun at all. You must be happy to be here, then."
Cire sighed, "Sadly yes. No one besides the kind princess ever listens to the stableboy's ideas. Instead they bully him so he is always busy plotting revenge." He paused for a second. "But you totally did not hear me say that, right?" He used his best puppy eyes, before nodding in response to her statement. "Yes, Akron is much better. Plus the princess is always paying me a friendly visit."
Esor tilted her head. "I have gone temporarily deaf and have no idea what you just said," she said, winking. Her heart skipped a beat at his puppy eyes and she looked away for a moment. "I'm glad you enjoy Akron. And I like visiting you," she whispered.
Cire held in a chuckle. "I'm glad Akron is so enjoyable. And I'm grateful for your visits. They always brighten my day, no matter what." He began to realize how sappy that sounded, but did not care.
Esor looked at the straw on the ground to hide how happy she was. "I'm so glad," she said softly, suddenly remembering why she was here and biting her lip. "Eric... I need to tell you something."
Cire finally sat up from his straw angel, taking a quick glance to see how it turned out. His silliness faded when he noticed how serious she had gotten. "What is it?"
Esor shifted awkwardly, glancing at the straw angel before looking at him. "My father... he told me today... I'm to wed the Prince of Westerville."
Cire looked down at his legs to hide his sadness at the news. "Oh... Congratulations..."
Esor shook her head, standing up. "I'm not happy about it."
Cire got up just after her. "I heard the Prince is a really swell guy, not like the one in Lima. If that helps at all..."
Esor squeezed her eyes closed. "I suppose it does... but I'm not going to be happy married to him when I love another man."
Cire looked towards the ground again. "Please tell me it is not Prince Lima."
Esor shook her head rapidly, trying to stop herself from crying. "N-no... it's not him..."
Cire noticed how sad she was and wished he could do something to help his only real friend. "Okay good. Is it someone in Akron?”
Esor looked up at him, trying to hide the fondness in her gaze. "Yes. Someone in Akron who means a lot to me."
Cire met her eyes and smiled. "He's lucky then, meaning so much to such a kind person. Is he good looking? What colour are his eyes? Could I take him in a fight?"
Esor 's cheeks flushed slightly. "Very good looking. His eyes are green. Like the grass. So green..." she stared into his eyes for a moment, then shook herself out of it. "You might not be able to defeat him, though. It's hard to say."
Cire smiled, sadly making it very obvious he enjoyed when she blushed. "I have green eyes too, that's funny. I don't know if mine are like the grass though. That sucks though that I would not be able to defeat him..."
Esor glanced at the floor. "Your eyes are like the grass... I mean..." she stammered for a moment, clearly embarrassed.
Cire smirked, "You know, the longer this conversation goes on, the more I think it is me you have thing for."
Esor looked up at him, panic on her face. "I... that would be wrong," she said quickly.
Cire looked at his feet. "Oh... That's a shame."
Esor frowned. "Eric... I care so much for you. You mean so much... and every day, I wish we did not have this difference in status... because I think I love you. You've been my best friend for so long..."
Cire looked straight at her. "You... do love me? But I am only a stableboy, you are a princess. I mean, I am not saying I do not love you, because I really do, but... I do not even know where I am going with this... What I do know is that as much as it hurts to say, we can not be together."
Esor turned around, facing away from him. "Eric... if I were not a princess... if I were a commoner... I am sure I would want to marry you."
Cire stared at her back and her dark locks of hair. "I would be the happiest man alive if we lived in that world."
Esor turned back around. "Maybe we could live in that world for a moment?"
Cire tilted his head. "What do you mean by that?"
Esor stepped towards him, hesitant. "There's still no one here."
Cire caught onto her idea and smiled. "So it appears that way. As long as the horses do not tell on us, we should be good." He leaned in and kissed her.
Esor was about to reply cheekily before he kissed her. Caught by surprise, she slowly grew comfortable, kissing back. Her arms went around his neck, and she smiled into the kiss. It felt nice. Even if it couldn't last.
Cire wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to enjoy their one and only kiss before it would have to end.
Esor heard footsteps and pushed away from Eric quickly, straightening her dress and turning to her horse. "Boy, retrieve her tack. I wish to take her for a ride," she said as a groom walked by.
Cire frowned as someone entered the stable. Nodding, he went and grabbed the tack. "Here you are m'lady. I shall prepare her right away for you."
Esor waited until they were alone again before brushing a hand on his arm. "Thank you. Farewell..." she whispered.
Cire stood up straight after finishing with the horse and smiled. "Anything for the fair princess."
