Of The Sun

       the  younger  sollia  brother  smiled  at  his  older  one.   he  always  admired  his  older  brother.   a  three  year  difference,  and  still,  he  felt  so  young  compared  to  him.   he  huge  his  brother,  glad  to  see  him.   “  thank  you  brother,  ”   he  whispered.   “  i  hope  you  are  doing  well.   i  feel  like  i  haven’t  properly  spoken  to  you  in  what  feels  like  a  month,  ”   he  chuckled.

Marcus was immediately reaching for his shields when the man spoke of a beast. He paused though, knowing he wouldn’t go without Solomon. “I will follow my liege to the ends of Terra.” He said, hand still halfway to one of the shields. 

He looked to the man who had brought them the news. “Bring them to us. I believe we would need to know more of this beast before we make our decision.” He said, glancing to Solomon for his approval.

A small smile teased the Sollian royal’s lips before he turned to look at the man, further listening to him as he addressed the man. The farmer could only nod before he hurried to his home, only to return a few moments later with a desecrated sheep. “Mm,” Solomon spoke, hopping off of his horse to get a closer look at the sheep. The animal was clearly torn apart by an animal, but he could see that the animal in question had sharp claws.

☀️ —— solaris own hand wrapped around the wrist that squeezed at her throat, eyes locking with the fiery ones of her eldest son as he continued to hammer into his mother. whimpers leaving her, determination in the other’s eyes as he grunted and groaned for his mother. “yes, i do. i like for him to finally crack the shell- finally be able to live his own life and not be so dependent on his mommy’s guidance-” the queen retorted with a smirk, the other leg moving up; foot caressing the other’s lower back as the other thigh was grabbed so fiercely. “who am i, huh? i’m still queen, your queen- your brother’s queen- your father’s queen- the queen of sollia.” solaris moaned, tits bouncing as he picked up the pace. the desk underneath them shaking, scratching over the marble floor it stood on. “solan- fuck- ohhh, solan!”

Humming softly, Dane gave a nod. He supposed that Solomon must have good judgement for these sorts of things. As a crowded prince, he would have been making these calls for many years now and even before that he would have been watching his mother and father do the same thing. Well, if Sollia was anything like Bergia he would have been. The gods knew that all of the Bergia princes were well versed on how to run a kingdom. That was part of the reason why Dane had run in the first place. All the small duties really got him. But after seeing the north, the whole north, and meeting all its people- Dane was thankful that he was prince. That he knew the many things his mother and father had taught him over the years. His knowledge would help to lead his people on to many more years and thats all that Dane could really hope for. 

Sitting back in his chair a bit, Dane looked at Solomon. Eyed him up form head-to-toe. Well he was good looking. Handsome as the winter was long. And in Bergia the winters were very long. He tipped his head to the side a bit and sat forwards. His elbows resting on his knees. “Come here, Solomon. Drop the ‘your graces’ and come see what lay under my pretty furs.” Dane cooed at the other man before sitting back. HIs legs parted slightly and arms resting against the chair’s arms. 

The Sollian crown prince was hardly an idiot - he knew very well the effect he had on people, the way that he could draw all eyes on him. And it wasn’t simply because of his position as a royal and future King, either. No, it was because he was aware that he was handsome. With a strong and firm build, something not many expected of a Sollian, and plenty of furs on his body that could rival a Bergian national, he was certainly appealing the eye. And with a cock that was large and thick, but not so that it scared others off, and plenty of experience to know how to make a person tick, he was certainly the full package.

And it was clear that it was a package that the young Bergian prince admired.

Smirk adorning his lips, the Sollian took the male’s challenge and rose to his feet, eager to accept it. Walking towards him, in between his legs, he reached down to grab the prince’s head with his hands, leaning down just enough that his nose grazed the others’. “Do you think you could handle it, boy?” Solomon asked, knowing he was taking a risk calling the other boy when he was a guest in his kingdom, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to enjoy this moment, either. “Do you you think you’ll be able to handle facing pleasure upon pleasure with me?”

“It’s something that I proud myself on so thank you.” Aurelios grinned as he followed Solomon out to the balcony. he could see where the storm had hit some of the structures but he also saw the beauty in the kingdom. Sollia had been one of his favorite places to visit and it was a shame that he hadn’t visited more. There was no land that he cherished more than Medes but the warm hills of Sollia were a definite close second. 

“I understand. I would return in a few weeks but I planned to be here for at least overnight so if the House of Sollia don’t mind a guest, I’d be honored if you opened up your doors to me. “ He smirked. 

“Yes! That would be great!” Aurelios beamed. “The people of Medes will rejoice to have such a strong and talented carpentry guild at our use. “ He was happy that his journey to provide aid had worked in his favor as well. “You’ll have to allow me to thank you.”

“And it is certainly not something to be ashamed of.” He, himself, hoped to try and be generous, helping his people to the best of his ability, but at the same time, he didn’t want to seem overly boastful of the things he’s accomplished. Even if he knows that it’s a great deal, and it’s before he’s even earned the crown that would one day be his. “But we would be honored to accept you as a child of Sollia, even if only for the evening. Please... by all means, enjoy yourself while you are here.” It was important, after all, to treat the Queen with generosity when the kingdom of Medes allowed many to be guests in their own cities.

Still, he could only smile as he was given permission to enter Medes with the guild he worked tirelessly with, pleased that he would be allowed to help in their efforts to rebuild after the tragedy that befell them. “There is no need to thank me, your grace... It should be I, thanking you, for allowing me and my men to travel to your beautiful country to help.”

Whatever spell Solomon had over Liandrus’ mind, his body, would snap into place at those words. The youngest prince lived so much in his head that such things were rarely admitted. He’d only recently entertained the thought of coming clean, of elaborating on how focused he’d become on the oldest prince, so he might better come to face its consequences.

“I can’t.” Liandrus could, but it’d be crossing a line he couldn’t fix. How could he know how Solomon would feel about the possible depth of his affection? That haze of lust and want was just starting to clear, the younger blinking into clarity, but each touch of Solomon’s lips down his stomach was tugging him back under. “I..” His chest rose with a deep breath. “Every day. Every hour. I need you, to be near you, to hear that you need me beside you.” Drus’ eyes were closed, a wrist draped back over them, so he wouldn’t see his brother’s reaction. “I need to feel you so deep within me that I’ll never forget it. That nobody else would even come close.”

He didn’t need to admit how many had actually tried.

Despite his brother’s protests, Solomon knew very well that he had his brother right where he wanted him. The second his lips found his brother’s skin, Liandrus wasn’t going to be able to leave, and hearing his brother admit how much he wanted him had the elder prince’s cock stirring, but said nothing and instead smirked as he continued to kiss his way down his brother’s brother. A hand roamed up his stomach until it found his chest, one hand kneading the flesh there as the other worked on the ties that held his brother’s trousers in place.

Elliot sat there with a serious expression over his face. He sipped from his mug quietly as Solomon dealt with the scene behind him. The chatter in the tavern continued, with a few hushed whispers and faces turning to look at the two princes. When Solomon finally took his seat, Elliot listened to him, but made no effort to respond. Instead, he whistled to the barkeep and extended his cup. After his refill, he took another drink, then finally turned to look at his companion.

“A word of advice…this is not the place to be handing out money. Right now you’ve just attracted much unwanted attention.” Elliot spoke low, gesturing with a wave of his hand at their surroundings. “You’ll come to learn that in Bergia, these people are more likely to respect a ruler who can stomach his drink, rather than one who babies them.” After all…no one ever babied Elliot…

His words were full of bitterness and influenced by the alcohol, but he meant them with the purest intentions. His upbrining made him abrasive at times and he rarely ever realized his lack of polish. He offered Solomon a tiny smile when he mentioned the time in the army. “That was certainly long ago. You’ve changed as well. I know you’ll take good care of my brother.” Elliot reached out with his big mitt and gave the other man an afectionate, albeit rough, squeeze. “A drink for my friend!” He yelled to the barkeep, making sure all in the tavern heard him.

A soft chuckle left the prince’s lips as the younger male chastized him for what he did, when truly Solomon felt he should be doing the same to the younger man. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with apologizing to a man, and he certainly didn’t see it as babying them - it took a bigger man, truthfully, to apologize than it did to simply shrug something off as if it didn’t matter. It was why he could tell that the man was thankful, despite the prince’s words hinting that the men here didn’t care for the display. After all, Solomon spent more than his fair share within the taverns and bazaars catered towards the common folk to know exactly how to spend time with them.

“Any attention I receive for being generous and helpful would not be unwanted, your grace, but I thank you for your words... I will bear them in mind in the future.” Though he had a feeling that he wouldn’t follow them, he still wanted to be gracious enough to a man that was trying to give him suggestions in a way he knew how. Still, he could only chuckle as Elliot continued to speak, and he shook his head. “You speak as though things are set in stone, Prince Elliot... While I do happen to hold a great deal of esteem towards your brother, we’re merely courting and nothing more and if he so decides that I am not what he is looking for in a future husband, then we are able to part our ways.”

Getting the tree down look a good amount of time and effort, not that he had expected it to be in any way easy. The thickness of the wood would help with rebuilding so it only made sense to go for a solid tree. Once it fell, he ran a hand through the hair sticking to his face from sweat, smiling at the prince. “You don’t need to repay me, majesty,” he replied, “but…yea, a drink sounds great.” 

While the prince knew that he didn’t necessarily have to repay the other, given the fact that Casther was known for its generosity, he still felt it only right to offer something to the male. And a drink at the local tavern was certainly it. “Please, Solomon is fine,” the prince spoke, offering the male a small smile as they began to walk. “Tell me... what brings you to Sollia to begin with, ser?”

“I will admit that I was feeling homesick even before I left. I don’t regret this endeavor by any means and I think the countries will in some way appreciate it. Its just, I didn’t want to leave home.” He was an older man and at that moment he felt like a child. “In a way though, Sollia has always felt like a second home so it makes it easier to be here. It’s welcoming here and I find it more than comforting. I have your royal highness and family to thank for that.” Lale smiled as he also glanced at the prince. As they walked, he admired the architecture of Sollia and knew that he wasn’t one to get lost in this place. As his second home, the familiarity was obvious. “I will have to leave here soon as well. It’s going into Medes, Valtolia and then Bergia that I have a nervous feeling.” He frowned as he looked away.

It was certainly good to hear that the male felt welcomed in Sollia, as he knew that he tried to make his kingdom feel as kind and welcoming as possible. With the number of ports throughout the city, they welcomed outsiders from all over Metia and even lands all throughout the world, and they were known to be welcoming to all, and that was something Solomon wanted to continue throughout his future reign. “We do strive to make things comfortable here in Sollia, for all of those that decide to visit our land,” he clarified, pleased to hear the male’s words.

       He was exhausted. There was no other way to deny the way ever muscle ached, how heavy his limbs felt, how part of him just wanted to find somewhere to lay down for a few days, but he knew that there was no rest for the wicked. Instead, he had been spending what felt like the last week training the newest of knights. A role typically filled by a more senior knight than him, but they were mostly helping with repairs, and helping to prepare for the harshness of the winter rolling in.

     “I’ll be there in a moment!” The banging upon the door wasn’t expected, quickly finishing up the bandage around his arm. The risks of training with those less experienced knights. A simple cut, one he was not about to bother a mage with, wearing a simple vest on his upper half. “How can I help?” He didn’t know if there was a problem of some description, but it was typically the main reason individuals came to him.

Though Solomon was away from Sollia, he knew that that didn’t mean he could rest or slack off on his practice. Of course, there weren’t that many people he could spar against, but thankfully he heard that there was a knight within the Bergian castle that could spar with the best of them. He had just missed him training a bunch of new recruits, and instead he had to hurry to the male’s chambers. Knocking upon the door, he waited before the door opened and he could see the bandage upon the other’s arm.

“I had come to see if you would be willing to spar with me, kind ser, but I see that you have been injured.” Minor as it appeared to be, he understood that some knights didn’t like to spar with any sort of injury, as it meant that their technique wasn’t as strong as it could’ve been.

The little prince was charming, it was impossible to deny. Gideon grinned, inclining his head and turning to walk. “But of course. Come, I know of a lovely watering hole where a most divine mistral plays.”

“They serve a specially made wine that tastes of mango. A decadent treat, for a most charming prince.“ There weren’t many options here for manipulation, but Gideon liked to keep his options open. One never knows where opportunity will knock. 

A small laugh left the prince’s lips, unable to find it humorous that the other thought he wouldn’t know where the watering hole was. It was understandable, really, that most people wouldn’t expect a man of a royal house to know of some of the places in the country that catered to those of a lower position, but Solomon was someone that didn’t mind going to places that may not normally garner interest from those of a high position. Still, he said nothing and only smiled at the opportunity. “Mm, sounds like a splendid drink to share with another,” he stated with a dip of his head as they began to walk.

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                    ZEKE   LIKED    THAT    SOLOMON    AT    LEAST        requested the king and queen’s permission to go on courting henri, instead of rendezvousing with their son irresponsibly. did he think solomon was a good match for henri? perhaps. solomon was disciplined and dutiful, whereas henri was an untamed spirit that needed to have a firm hand keep him in place as queen. it was more like his son’s personality that worried zeke, in the case that solomon might deem him worthy of becoming sollia’s future queen. as high praise as that position was, he was concerned henri might not be fit to take that title yet. the boy was still so enamored with men, and cared little for bergian politics. he couldn’t imagine henri would ever be interested in upholding the duties of a foreign kingdom if he had been so eager to leave his own princely obligations at home.

❝ he’s still young, ❞ he said. ❝ and has much to learn about behaving like a true prince. ❞ the king was honest, sparing no details in front of solomon. ❝ i’ve always wondered if he would truly fit as a queen. ❞ he had always thought henri would be married off to a noble, but never to a crown prince and ruling his own kingdom. ❝ what do you think, my love? ❞ he asked his queen before he made a decision, the northern king’s tone of voice uncharacteristically soft and gentle for his beloved.

DESPITE THE DISTASTE PANDORA HELD FOR THE THE CROWN PRINCE’S mother, he was still pleased in the traditional approach solomon insisted on doing to gain the approval from the king and queen of the boy he wished to court. pandora knew such act would gain points in zeke’s favor, however the queen was thinking moreso toward the future. with how…close zeke had gotten to henri over the past few months, pandora could have easily seen the king swayed in the favor of blindly supporting a courtship or union that henri himself was clearly seeking. pandora knew of henri’s ways having been around the young prince for far greater periods than zeke and knew when he was manipulating his father. the queen was happy they were getting along but now all the moving pieces were finally starting to make sense. 

“many thoughts run through my mind, most of which can mirror your sentiment. our son has always wanted what has belonged to his mother, even from a young age playing in my closet, trying on my crowns and jewels. it was cute back then.” pandora smiled fondly, as the memories of a young henri getting caught playing dress up in items only befitting of a queen. even then, the robes and crowns were far greater than he could bare. it made sense now why he had been so eager to form this bond with his father, seeing how pandora commanded the king’s ear, sure he would be able to as well. 

“but prince henri has been quite the absentee royal in many of our weekly meetings, neglecting his duties to bergia in favor of his other desires. while this is quite an honor indeed to have your consideration, perhaps the king and i need to discuss this further.” pandora turned to zeke, reaching out for his hand in solidarity knowing that more in depth discussion would need to be had. more candid and away from the prince before them both. “will you stay in the castle for the meantime? we can set you up in the guest chambers.” 💎

Eyes could only watch the exchange between the two royals of Bergia, knowing full and well that his future - or at least a potential version of it - was upon their shoulders. And he knew that he very well couldn’t argue against them, even if what he saw of Henri wasn’t what they were describing. The man he saw seemed both intelligent and beautiful, one that had a mind for politics that intrigued him, but he knew that a parent certainly knew more than a hopeful lover.

“I appreciate the time you took to listen to my query, regardless of what your verdict will be, your majesties,” Solomon stated before he let a small smile. “And I would be honored to be your guest in your beautiful country. Though the sunny shores of Sollia are where I call home, I never tire of seeing the gorgeous mountains in your land.” With a bow, Solomon took a step backwards. “I look forward to hearing what it is you vote.”

Turning away, he began to walk down the hall, hoping that the King and Queen would agree - because Henri was the one man he had made a connection with that also knew his way around politics.

the  queen  of  valtolia  was  less  than  pleased  with  henri  of  house  pryor  at  the  moment,  as  a  mother  antonin  was  furious  with  the  way  his  son  was  tossed  aside  by  such  a  boy  but  he  knew  better  than  to  ruin  any  relations  with  the  future  king  of  sollia and  had  to  put  his  personal  feelings  for  henri  aside  -  solomon  was  not  to  blame  for  the  cut  throat  ambition  of  a  foolish  boy.  entering  the  room,  the  queen  was  in  some  of  her  expensive  attire  to  show  off  valtolian  wealth  to  the  crown  prince. 

“  prince  solomon  ”  she  greeted  the  future  king  with  a  polite  bow  before  taking  her  seat  at  the  queens  throne.  “  what  influenced  this  pleasant  surprise?  ”

As soon as the Queen entered and bowed before him, he was quick to bow himself, wanting to show his respect for the Queen. No matter the history between Sollia and Valtolia, he was aware that he needed to be on his best behavior and that an alliance with the kingdom wasn’t a bad idea - if only to keep them on their good side. Either way, though, Solomon knew that what had transpired was something that needed to be rectified, and that was precisely what he hoped to do.

With arms wrapped around a young orphan, the crown prince of Sollia pulled away before he gestured up ahead. “Why don’t you go run up and see what presents I brought you and your friends?” he asked before he watched as he quickly hurried to the boxes of food and clothes that he donated to the orphanage. With a smile upon his lips, he turned towards Henri Pryor before he gestured down the hallway. “So what do you think?”

It was a rare day that Tobin was allowed out of the castle for an extended period of time. The weather was still very cold, but it wasn’t so cold that people were concerned for the weakest of the Pryor boys. He’d been largely cooped up since the incident at Medes, despite having not been there himself, and was happy to get some time to himself without others fussing over him.

He’d grabbed himself his favorite adventure story, and his horse, and had made his way to a peaceful little spot on palace grounds with lovely views of the mountains. With a contented sigh, he leaned back against Flurry and began to read until a shadow was cast over him. “Is there something I may help you with?” he asked, slowly looking up.

Covered in thick furs, the Sollian prince decided to take a walk around the castle grounds. He was only in Bergia to meet with the King and Queen, but he figured that enjoying his time in the castle would be something to do while he was here. After all, if things continued the way that they were going, it would be the home of his future spouse, and it was something he wanted to get accustomed to. And while most Sollias couldn’t stand the harsh cold of the Bergian mountains, he found a certain beauty in it.

A beauty that had him walking out into the palace grounds to see the youngest prince and his mare standing there. Approaching, because he wanted to introduce himself - despite the fact that he was Gabriel’s best friend - he walked slowly until he noticed that he was reading. He had been planning to turn around and leave, but he had been spotted and as Tobin spoke, he couldn’t help but smile and shake his head.

“I merely wanted to say hello, your grace,” Solomon stated, only to gesture to the book in his hands. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, however... Don’t let me stand in the way between you and your book.”