It is with great honor that I present (GABRIEL) of HOUSE (CANALO), the (PRINCE) of (ONDERA). They are (TWENTY-EIGHT) and look a great deal like (TOMMY MARTINEZ). Their people have described them as (KIND, COMPASSIONATE) but be careful, for their closest friends have disclosed that they are also known to be quite (NAIVE & VAIN)
basic info
full name — Gabriel Isadore Canalo
nicknames - Gabe, The Jewel of Ondera, The Hidden Prince
age — Twenty-Eight
kingdom — Ondera
gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns)
religion —follows the beliefs of all deities, but holds Fityz and Etia with the most regard
occupation — prince of Ondera
living arrangements — the royal palace of Evershore in Farland
languages spoken- fluent in Aladonian, Onderan, Rhormish, Nokian, Eddisi & Delesian. When you grow up with books as your only friends, you learn a lot.
physical info
face claim — Tommy Martinez
hair — black / eyes — brown
height — six foot & one inches
clothing style — he is definitely someone that dresses in traditional royal attire, mostly in silks and in the colors of his kingdom. He does have a few robes he wears
sexual preference — truthfully, he has no way of knowing as he is a maiden, but he will definitely be submissive. and he will find that he likes both giving and receiving.
Born two moons before he was supposed to, many people believed that Gabriel wasn't going to survive the first hours of his life but he managed to surpass their expectations. They waited with bated breath, though, unsure whether or not he would survive and they simply had to watch hour by hour on whether or not he would live. But hours turned into days which turned into weeks which turned into months and though he was sickly and weak, he was surviving. Not wanting to risk the child growing sicker, Gabriel was confined to one suite of the castle and often left to read books while his brothers learned the intricacies of court.
Sure, Gabriel was taught what it meant to be a prince - how to present himself in front of company, how to dress well and behave himself in front of nobles and other royals - but he never really got to practice like his brothers had. And while they would train with the master-at-arms, the closest that Gabriel got to war was his books. Still, however, he was able to learn a lot through his books and he began to learn the various histories of the kingdoms, as well as the varying languages that had developed despite the kingdoms still being relatively new - but what he found himself loving the most was the novels in the library that focused primarily on love... And how that was one thing he desperately wished he could find.
Eventually, whatever illness that had plagued him in his boyhood had disappeared and he was eventually allowed out of his quarantine to mingle with his brothers. He felt like an outsider among them, for a brief moment, but he was quick to find something in common with his brothers. Whether it was horses with the crown prince or flowers with the youngest, Gabriel quickly began to develop a strong bond with his siblings and now, as an adult, there isn't anything he wouldn't do for them.
With two of them already married off, however, Gabriel can't help but wonder when his turn will be. Though he is partially afraid. After all, what happened if, whoever he was chose to marry, he had nothing in common with? What if he wouldn't, couldn't, love them? The thought alone terrified him, but he still maintained his best face and made sure to present himself the best he could - because if there was one thing he was aware of, it was how pretty he was - and if he could somehow win the heart of someone? Well, that wouldn't be so bad, would it?
"What would mommy and daddy say if they saw you now?" Alecor purred as he worked his cock into the prince's cunt, feeling those walls clenching around him as he worked his hips in a slow yet meticulous pattern. The situation was only more erotic knowing that there was a chance that he could've been Abril's brother, and what would happen if he wound up putting a child inside of him when he was promised to another... "Absolutely moaning and begging for another man's cock..."
The bastard Lord had just been coming out of a tavern, his dick having gotten wet, when he caught sight of the young prince maneuvering through the streets of Dele. That was definitely interesting to the Master of Ships, so quickly he had followed him until he stopped him, and it wasn't long before they were in an alleyway and he had the prince up against a wall. "This what you wanted, hermoso?" Alecor spoke as he hammered his cock into the other from behind, one hand on Kairi's waist and the other on the wall. "You wanted to find someone to fuck you against a wall, remind you of what you're good for? Gonna leave you absolutely ruined for everyone else, I hope you know, guapo."
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The Queen was in his study, fingers dancing along the page of a book - an erotic one that depicted someone being worshipped by three different lovers - when he heard a knock on the door. Given the fact that he had sent guards to collect his eldest child, Nadim knew just who it was so he closed his book and rose to his feet. "Let him in," the Queen instructed as he moved to adjust his robe, his arousal from the erotic novel he had been reading evident as he turned to face the door.
"Ah, Fateh, my boy..." he greeted as he approached his son, quickly moving to wrap his arms around him in a swift hug - unashamed by the way that his sex brushed against his son. "Thank you for humoring your mother. Come, sit down. We have something we need to discuss."
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 you 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?”
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.
The look Kairi gave as the rider spoke and scolded was almost the same defiant look he'd give when he was a child. "Rodrik, first names. No one else is around." he hated when honorifics were used where they didn't have to be. He crossed his arms and let out a sigh to himself. "If it keeps you from worrying yourself into an early grave, I shall let you accompany me. But, we must keep anything we find tonight a secret. I want to know more about this land..."
He started on his walkabout, expecting the bigger man to keep up just fine. "Have you found anything odd yet? It is all very... picturesque? Is that the right word?"
"Hm," was the response that came from the rider, though a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Worry yourself into an early grave. It was funny to hear, considering that he was already twice as old as the prince's father, but he decided not to mention that to the other or point out the vast difference in ages between the two of them. And though he had always been raised to treat his superiors with respect, when they asked something of him - he was sure to give them what they want.
"As you wish, Kairi," he stated, showing the prince that he was willing to drop it to the prince's name as he allowed his mind to reach for Udriam. Take to the skies, let me know if you see anything heading our way, he thought to the dragon, only to be given a grunt in response. Still, though, with their connection he could see the dragon getting up from his spot in the stables and moving towards the large archway that was the exit.
"But as for your question, I have not noticed anything odd of this place yet." Surprising, given the fact that a King had been murdered in his own sleep, but he was still going to keep his guard up regardless. "Newgarde has always been... picturesque, I suppose you could say. Especially during the day, the markets are always bursting with activity. Perhaps I can accompany you tomorrow so you can browse the wares that they sell to add to your immense collection."
"So, is the king-to-be going to see to it that you maintain your position as hand?" Alecor asked as he stood aside the Delesian noble, mug of Rhormish ale in his hand. He had interacted with the hand on a few occasions, though not anything worth note - just mostly involving trade between their kingdoms and seeing to the merchant ships that flowed from the rivers in Ondera to Danholm lake - but he was curious to know whether or not he was afraid of what would happen to him now that the crown was passing from father to son.
Luckily, Alecor was confident that he would maintain his position once the crown prince of Ondera took his father's throne - if only because he had built a strong relationship with the man that sometimes left them sharing a whore or two on their voyages and was sure that he would keep him on as Master of Ships. Besides, people would be foolish to deny that he was one of the greatest captains on the seas - he had captained his first ship when he was still a boy, after all - and his skills spoke for themselves.
"I am sure there are other people that would love the opportunity to lend the crown prince their ear and guidance in this trying time."
dele - in his opinion, was not known for their good selection of wines & ales, or for good company in the local taverns, but for someone who didn't really surround himself with the high & mighty if he could help it, ... it was quite alright. a warm meal, cold ale & a simple dragonrider like him was content. sword fastened to his hip scrubbed to near perfect shine - ezrah sat, devouring his dinner like a man who'd not seen a good meal in weeks, glanced up from his plate, licked his fingers clean one by one, though not for show - or maybe a little. food was holy to ezrah - more than any god ever could be. face known as one of his own & not just any face of his home kingdom.
"hmm." little huff, empty place pushed aside. "handsome, huh? that how you get all the boys in your bed?"
The bastard Lord simply chuckled at the other's retort, knowing full and well who this man was. He wasn't just an Onderan, but someone that had pledged their life and their sword for their kingdom and often sat upon the council to give their advice on the security of the kingdom. "Sometimes... Sometimes it takes me telling them that after I'm through with them, no other cock can compare and that for a week after you've been with me, you'll be feeling a reminder of our time together," he practically purred as he leaned closer, staring at the rider with hunger in his eyes. "I've been with a great many men, but I'll admit... I've not been with a rider. Tell me, do you ride cocks like you ride your dragon? Or do you like to have your head pushed against a pillow as you get railed from behind, no better than a dog in heat?"
Heartache was something that Nadim was no stranger to. Many years ago, before he had even been Queen and before he had popped out children for his King, he had been Nadim Petkett and he had been promised to a man that wasn't Avi... but his elder brother. And though he had detested the idea of an arranged marriage, Nadim had grown to love his first betrothed so when he died in a tragic mining accident... It had hurt. Quite a lot.
So the Queen knew exactly how his friend was feeling - or at least, he knew a modicum of what he was feeling. He wasn't sure how he would've felt if he had been with the man for over thirty years and he had wound up meeting a tragic end with no answers and a dark cloud looming over head, but he did know how it felt to lose someone you love.
That was why, with a couple goblets of Nokian wine, the Queen of Nok made his way over towards the dowager Queen and offered the spare to them. "Come, my old friend... Let us walk. I am sure you can use a break from playing diligent host," he said, giving the other a kind smile as his now free hand moved to rest on the other queen's back, rubbing the spot soothingly.