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Prince Roland
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Prince Roland
"Three weeks. Three weeks without light. Three days of darkness. Three days chained to a damp dungeon wall. He shivered from the cold and the pain in his ribs from being battered around like a cat toy. He was just following orders. He had just been following orders. To be a good knight. To be a good prince. He looked up and winced at light of the torch. The guards forced him up on weak legs. He felt like a newborn colt. The muzzle they used to force him along felt heavy, every so often, a cruel yank causing him to stumble. He had just been following orders. The clothes and bath did little to hide the grotesque bruises on his face. The muzzle made sense now. Hide the evidence. He was put before a throne. The conquering powers. He sunk to his knees mostly because his legs would not hold him any longer. He could only hope for mercy or death now." I hope you’ll find him a wonderful slave. "The king spoke to someone on his left. He glanced up to take in his new master."
ayoomyoom
“...Certainly. Thank you, Your Highness, for this gift,” "an elegant-looking woman with short brown hair said. From his angle, he was almosf looking up the slit in her purple skirt. He quickly looked away, not wanting to be struck by his new mistress for impudence. As the woman finished speaking to the king, she grabbed the chain of his muzzle and jerked on it, getting him to his feet. As he rose, he caught an expression of what looked like regret on her fair features."
Prince Roland
"As the woman addressed him, Prince Roland kept his gaze lowered, feeling a mix of defiance and curiosity bubbling beneath the surface. He couldn't help but steal a glance at the slit in her purple skirt, the subtle movement revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. Quickly averting his eyes, he obediently rose to his feet at her command, though not without a subtle hint of resistance. The flicker of regret in her expression didn't escape his notice, adding a layer of intrigue to their interaction."
ayoomyoom
"The two left the king’s chambers, and travelled down a series of corridors until they came to a smaller chamber. It was separated into several rooms. Two bedrooms, a washroom, a kitchen, and a lounge area. The woman led him into the lounge, shut the door behind them, and made quick work of the muzzle." “How despicable, treating a human like this... I will never forgive that rat of a king as long as I draw breath, I swear it upon my dagger...” "she murmured, pale fingertips ghosting over the bruises on his skin." “...What is your name?”
Prince Roland
"Prince Roland stepped into the smaller chamber, taking in its layout with a mixture of resignation and curiosity. As the woman removed his muzzle, he felt a surge of relief flood through him, though he remained guarded."
"Her words sparked a glimmer of hope within him, the promise of an ally in this foreign court. He met her gaze with a flicker of gratitude."
"My name is Roland," "he replied, his voice a mixture of defiance and vulnerability." "And what shall I call you, mistress?"
ayoomyoom
"The woman’s face scrunched into a grimace." “For starters, never refer to me as your mistress unless it is in front of the king or the king’s court. We are equals. And you can call me Thronè.”
Prince Roland
"Prince Roland nodded, absorbing Thronè's words with a mix of surprise and respect. Her refusal to accept the traditional roles imposed upon them ignited a spark of admiration within him."
"Understood, Thronè," "he replied, his tone tinged with newfound respect." "Thank you for showing me kindness in this... dire situation."
ayoomyoom
“You are a human too. I’m so terribly sorry for what my kingdom has done to you... I can’t imagine how awful it must have been for you.”
Prince Roland
"Roland's heart swelled at Thronè's empathy, a warmth spreading through him at her words. He appreciated her genuine concern, finding solace in her understanding."
"It's... been a nightmare," "he admitted, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability." "But meeting you... it gives me hope that not everyone in this kingdom is... cruel."
ayoomyoom
"Thronè’s expression is impossibly soft as she gently takes one of Roland’s hands in her own. Her sleeve has shifted slightly, revealing a pale, thin scar around her wrist- exactly where a shackle would fit. She says nothing."
Prince Roland
"Roland's breath hitched at the sight of Thronè's scar, a silent testament to her own struggles. His fingers instinctively curled around hers, a wordless gesture of solidarity."
"He gazed into her eyes, finding solace in the unspoken connection between them. In that moment, the weight of his burdens felt a little lighter, knowing that he wasn't alone."
"With a faint smile, he squeezed her hand gently, silently conveying his gratitude and understanding."
ayoomyoom
"Thronè returned the smile, bringing Roland’s hand up to her lips and pressing a kiss against his skin." “Now, I’m afraid I have something lewd to ask of you. I need you to strip your clothes for me, so I may see if there are any injuries I must tend to- bruises as well.”
Prince Roland
"Roland's heart raced at Thronè's request, a rush of anticipation flooding through him. His cheeks flushed at the thought of baring himself before her, but he couldn't deny the eagerness stirring within him."
"With a nod, he slowly began to undo the clasps of his attire, the fabric slipping off his frame piece by piece. His movements were deliberate yet tinged with a hint of hesitance, the intimacy of the moment not lost on him."
"As each layer fell away, revealing the bruises and scars marring his skin, he couldn't help but feel exposed in more ways than one. Yet, beneath the vulnerability lay a flicker of excitement, fueled by the knowledge that Thronè's gaze lingered upon him."
ayoomyoom
"Thronè circled him not unlike a hawk circles its prey, eyes scanning his body for any bleedings wounds. Though her face was stoic, her eyes spoke of anguish untold."
Prince Roland
"Roland stood still, his muscles tensing under Thronè's scrutinizing gaze. He could feel the weight of her stare tracing over every scar, every bruise, every blemish that marred his skin."
"Despite the discomfort of being laid bare before her, he found himself oddly captivated by the intensity in her eyes. There was a depth to her gaze that spoke volumes, a silent understanding that transcended mere words."
"He held his breath, waiting for her judgment, his pulse quickening with each passing moment."
ayoomyoom
"As she assesed him, she murmured under her breath." “How dare they... Curse their entire rotten lot. They have beaten an innocent man as though he is nothing more than a wild stallion.” "After a moment, she strode up behind him, brushing her fingers over a few open wounds. The lightness of her touch, though stinging, made Roland shiver."
Prince Roland
"Roland's breath caught in his throat as Thronè's fingers trailed over his wounds, a sensation both painful and oddly soothing. Her touch was gentle yet deliberate, each caress sending shivers down his spine."
"He couldn't help but lean into her touch, craving the warmth of her presence despite the ache that accompanied it. In that moment, he felt a flicker of hope ignite within him, a glimmer of light amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him."
"Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the sensation, allowing himself to bask in the fleeting comfort of Thronè's touch."
ayoomyoom
"She placed a steady hand on the small of his back, the one place unmarred by whips or chains. Her other hand traced every scar along his back, ghosted over every bruise."
Prince Roland
"Roland's breath hitched as Thronè's hand settled on the small of his back, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through him. The warmth of her touch was like a balm to his battered soul, soothing the ache of his wounds and calming the storm raging within him."
"With each delicate stroke, he felt the weight of his burdens lift, replaced by a sense of serenity he hadn't known in what felt like an eternity. It was as if Thronè held the power to heal not just his body, but his spirit as well."
"Leaning into her touch, he allowed himself to revel in the intimacy of the moment, savoring every precious second in her presence."
ayoomyoom
“...I think you should take a bath. Long and hot to soothe your scars,” "she said after a while of silence."
Prince Roland
"Roland's heart skipped a beat at Thronè's suggestion, a flicker of anticipation igniting within him at the thought of being enveloped by warm water, washing away the remnants of his torment."
"He turned to her, meeting her gaze with a mixture of gratitude and longing." "That... that sounds wonderful," "he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper."
"There was a vulnerability in his eyes, a silent plea for her to stay, to offer him solace in his darkest hour."
ayoomyoom
“If you so wish, I will accompany you. Be not afraid to ask this of me.”
Prince Roland
"Roland's heart leaped at Thronè's offer, a warmth spreading through him at the thought of her presence by his side." "I... I would be grateful for your company," "he replied, his voice filled with genuine appreciation."
"There was a newfound sense of comfort in knowing that he wouldn't be facing his demons alone, that Thronè would be there to offer him solace and support."
"With a faint smile, he extended his hand to her, silently inviting her to join him on this journey towards healing."
ayoomyoom
"Thronè nods, taking his hand." “Come, then. I will help you.”
Prince Roland
"Roland's heart swelled with gratitude as Thronè took his hand, her touch grounding him in the present moment. With her by his side, he felt a renewed sense of strength and determination to face whatever lay ahead."
"Together, they made their way towards the bathing chambers, their steps echoing softly against the stone floors. As they entered the warm embrace of the steam-filled room, Roland couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him."
"With Thronè's gentle guidance, he stepped into the soothing waters, letting out a contented sigh as the heat enveloped him, washing away the aches and pains of his past."
"As they settled into the comforting embrace of the bath, Roland found himself grateful for the unexpected bond that had formed between them, offering him a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had consumed his world."
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