Field of Marigolds

When Zion’s face was grabbed his hands went out to grab his father’s waist. He smiled at the man before he pulled away. He was given the okay to get comfortable and to undress his father. His brain was little intoxicated so he knew he had to slow down and not be too hasty. When Sayu turned to face him once more he reached back to undo the hold keeping his own robe up. When the fabric fell he was left in just a pair of underwear. He asked about layers but the truth was he had dressed light on purpose.

Being mostly naked he wanted Sayu to see him and how built he had gotten. Moving forward he slipped behind the king and untied a few tethers. Being bold he leaned in and kissed his father’s neck softly. “You don’t have to remove anything my King, I shall remove everything for you,” he whispered against his neck. Once he had them loose he slowly slid article of clothing after clothing off of Sayu, leaving a pile on the floor. Moving around to stand in front of the king he admired his father in his naked glory. Reaching out he cupped the side of his face and tugged him closer. He smiled before going in and pressing their lips together in kiss.

Sayu wasn’t exactly sure where this was going. Comfortable became next to nude and undressing him became a platform to be bare, exposed to Zion’s eyes. A boy whom he may have thought about once and pushed the thought aside. But he questioned everything that was happening only to resolve in the absolute void of conflict. There was no barrier between them, no veil of fabric preventing the boy from peering on, and no denial. It tingled. A strange feeling rolling across his skin. Their eyes met before the kiss transpired and he froze to understand what was going on but it took few moments before the King captured his head and began to return the busses. He started slow. Tenderly. But the more time transpired the greater, harder Sayu’s tender pout melds to Zion’s. Fingers sought his body, gripping his shoulder blades as he stacked their forms. 

A metamorphosis between boy to man. 

“Father, I think when you and I leave the party will truly come to an end. We are the life of the party and you know it,” Zion told him with a grin. The party was a little stale if they weren’t there, in his opinion. “I guess I will just have to make it up to you when we get to your room for ruining your fun,” he said with a chuckle. When their arms were linked he moved through the crowd to the path that lead to the chambers of the King and Queen. He had been down this path a few times when he was younger. He could remember running down this exact way when having bad dreams and seeking comfort.

Now he had a much more adult think in mind. He wanted to get into the bed again but for very different reasons. He stepped in front of the King and opened the door to the room for him, bowing slightly. “After you, your grace,” he spoke with a grin. He stepped in and tugged at his own collar. “That was a long walk, father, would it be rude if I removed a couple layers to cool down a little?” he asked, leaning against the nearest wall. “Do you like to sleep in the nude? I can help you get out of your clothes and get into the bed. Or do you like to take a bath to wind down?”

Sayu smirked. His hands capturing his son’s face and surveyed it as if appraising rubies and diamonds. His thumbs brushed over his cheeks as he gave him one final kiss upon his brow before stepping away and his hands were last to leave Zion. His hands abandoned him as he stepped into the great expanse of his own bedchambers and the dim lighting of the candles and chandelier shone a beautiful cast of light that gave them a cozier space to accommodate quieter moods and thoughts. He hummed, remembering bits and pieces of the melody they just witnessed and he took one candle before lighting a lone candle by the bedside. He groaned. Leaning over again before standing under the archway. He smiled at Zion and opted to put the boy to work since he was so eager. 

Zion had expected his father to protest, to say something about how he should move his hand to somewhere more respectable. When the groan came out his eyes slid shut for a moment, feeling his crotch slowly swelling. When the word came out of Sayu’s lips and sure enough, he felt a twitch in his pants. Licking his lips he knew that there was something different about tonight. His father was not behaving like he did in the past where he would tell him to get out his ideas cause they were not going to happen.

When they parted he did bow to show respect for Sayu. He moved forward to place a kiss on his cheek once more. “I do have a vast pool of stamina. But it has not been put to a test by a professional just how long I can go. I would hope that someone beautiful and older would come along to try to exhaust me. No one has been able to yet,” he said with a grin as he pulled back. “Are you ready to head to your chambers, your grace? I could escort you.” He offered a grin towards his father, holding his arm out for him to take.

“I would never dream of being disrespectful to him,” Zion assured Sayu with a kind smile. As he was hugged he drank in the feeling of their bodies together. It might have been the wine but he was feeling extra bold tonight. There really was no beauty like the men in his family and he just wanted to appreciate it before it was too late. His hand slipped down a little, resting on one of his father’s curvaceous cheeks.

A soft chuckled could not help but escape his lips as he listened to his father tell him what he expected of a man who would pleasure him. He leaned in, letting his lips hover his father’s ear. “I’ve been told I have good shoulders and a strong back.” A smile crept onto his lips. “And I know that if I were to ever be with someone like you that you would want your entire body to be rocked, to feel the pleasures from the tips of your toes all the way up to your hair,” he continued, swaying softly with Sayu.

Sayu froze a moment. He questioned what the pressure was about his ass but he realized it sooner than he hadn’t been reminded. He took a soft inhale as his body shuttered and shivered, trembling from the residual after quake of his venturing hand which found one of the erogenous zones of his body. He groaned. He didn’t make a fuss. Instead, he just looked over at Zion with a glance that differed the normal protest. The liquor was definitely speaking and the wine took him over. He glared at him as if he devoured the boy whole. They narrowed as his lips pursed and he got a feeling of what it was like to be on the side of his father’s selective eye. A fury of passion swarmed him and lust pushed onward. 

“Of course, I respect him,” Zion said with a slight bow of his head. “But he would agree with me. If he had the chance to see you like you look tonight,” he sighed and looked over Sayu’s face. “He would kick himself for missing it too. But he is busy and the things he does are important.”  He was glad that he was not being scolded for very long. Having his father smile at him was all he really wanted. He wanted to know he was doing a good job of being a prince and making his parents happy they had him.

“Well, I find that I can learn someone’s true intentions if I am able to hide in plain sight,” he explained, smiling towards Sayu. He hummed and shook his head. “I have not shared skin with the knight. I think he wants to though,” he said as he spun them around so that Sayu could get a view of the man. “Do you think he’d be good lay? I think he might be a little mouthy, personally,” he teased with a grin. “Might try to tell me what to do too much. I would want to be given range to do as I pleased, not bossed around by a macho knight. Would you welcome him into your bed? He is rather handsome.”

“I understand the grounds you stand but remember, there is often a fine line between criticism and disrespect.” Sayu leaned into him, drawing a gentle sweep from side to side and their sway was apparently a drift between intimacy and adoration. He narrowed his eyes upon his son. “I also have stance on that but that’s neither for the ears of this audience nor would I give you privy to those. He hugged him, drifting his pecs further upon his son before giving his attention to his suitors. It was then that he was spun. 

Zion liked when he could make Sayu’s chest swell with pride. He often felt like the son that had to be talked about for the wrong reasons. The rebel of Casther who didn’t want to be arranged to marry someone else. The son who slept with the help just for fun and didn’t care about if anyone heard him. He didn’t get to see this swell of pride often but when he did he liked to drink it up. Feeling the arm drape over his shoulder, he let his hand move from the waist to his father’s lower back, holding them closer. Hearing that Sayu wasn’t happy that his other father didn’t make it made him want to pout.

“He’s a fool for missing you look so beautiful,” he assured him. Leaning in he let his lips land on the King’s cheek in a soft kiss. “My court always treats me well, you never have to worry about that. I will say that the knight could be a little more inconspicuous when we’re out. When people notice him they start looking for the prince he’s protecting. Makes it hard to blend in and be sneaky. As you know I enjoy being.”

Sayu’s eyes thinned, lowering in an indication that he was comfortable. It was the moment his hand moved to his lower back did he had a small response that was an odd one. He bends to it. He made a soft groan as if to voice how unusual it was or was it with his son that made him think more about it. He glanced away for a moment to gauge what this was but in this state, he wasn’t exactly sure. The thinking wasn’t exactly clear. Inhibitions were always a thing to take hold of. He bites his bottom lip, avoiding his son for a moment so he couldn’t see the surge of a familiar yet foreign gloss in his eyes. He inhaled softly, turning back to Zion once he was ready. He was thankful for clothing. 

“He is many things but do remember to be respectful of him.” The fleeting moment to be motherly faded with the kiss and he gave him a smile. “Oh, please. I always worry about the courts, circles, and interactions between each of you. If I need to remove a bad seed, I will pluck it for the best.” He laughed softly before humming. “You mean to tell me, you can blend in? In that title? I don’t think so. Embrace not fitting in but also make good relationships with the people. I think I have good bonds with people.” He admitted. “Sometimes better than you’d think. Sounds like someone’s getting in deep with the knight?” 

                        PERHAPS IT WAS MERELY BECAUSE ZAHIR USUALLY COMES to the capital for the sake of duty alone that he hadn’t paid much attention to the King’s beauty however lauded—that if anything, he was, indeed, the true Pearl of the South; soft, fine… gentle… though very far from fragile. But it was only in that moment where Zahir was offered a kind of sight that was more than the usual finery fit for a king—to actually see more of the King that the moon seemed to have sung in unison with his mind as its serene light kissed onto broad form that shifted. Heaved. It was easy to note the swell of the King’s thick breasts with how they peaked really—how the thin silken embrace of that robe failed to hide such ripe form. A kind of brawn that exuded strength and yet whose curves where enough to arrest one into a thrall. That, he had seen; tunics and trousers barely held onto his form. 

But right there, with practically nothing but probably his dressing gown—one that failed to hide the very peak that crowned a slab into such delectable sight, just as moon-kissed as the rest with its proud pertness—it was different. Muscles twisted from mere adjustment. Muscles bulged from mere steps. How his hand and arms shifted and run along his own curves was more than enough to have them flex and bunch ——– enough to keep the pirate on his toes to not jump into a panic… nor jump away from the embrace that he seemed to only realize too late. Heated. Heavy. Heady. Their bodies cam pressed. Their bodies came flush. Their bodies came so close into turning into a languid rut that was only kept apart by a vert thin swathe of a cloth that remained draped onto the other ——— though Zahir stole a peak at how their act coaxed the silk to slide off more that the nipple was now showed in full… and what coarse hairs that led him to the base before he averted. Ripe. Not really a word for a King, but Zahir kept to himself just as the discreet tension of suddenly finding himself within the King’s company… and the words that seemed to melt in his ears. Gentle. But that’s what made the pirate a little more cautious despite the private moment that they shared at the moment.

“They are all in great spirits knowing that they have served their King well,” Zahir finally hummed as their proximity would permit. Their hard bodies seemingly exuding at each others’ heat. The King, almost bared before him. Proudly, too. Zahir would lie to himself if he wasn’t as intrigued. “———but with them at rest, I’d take this one on my own hands,” he nodded at the king and the spot that he was on just before. “Could I provide more to give better ease at your escape? I’d provide solace if needed be…”

Sayu tempted a fine line between being polished like the stone of emerald that normally sat so high between his full bust. To be regal. Refined. But there was something so welcoming, inviting, and alluring about him in so many interpretations of the word arousing. Sayu swallowed every reaction, trying to keep himself from melting at the man’s presence. One that he’d normally reserve for his husband or even a trusted lover. Even one false move and Sayu might’ve crumbled. And that was the relatability. Sayu pulled back. Cautious in movement. His sway would’ve outlined the bow of Zahir’s pelvis and roll of his swell. He smiled. Letting every thought compact and compound so that he could shift them aside. He breathed. The fluidity was staggered for a moment as he steadied himself for level heading. He tried his best to forget the moment he peeked up from his book and adjusted to the stature and keen appeal of the man’s presence. Strong---seemingly so. He hefts his chest again, feeling a warmth stoke. 

“Intriguing.” Sayu spoke up, finally admitting that the man’s words weren’t the only thing to sing to the King. If one even had the slightest indication that he might’ve dwelt on thought or even fantasy, the crush of their bodies, the mighty blows of their hips, it would’ve been those nipples. How erect they’d gotten. Or the supple pout of his lips. A softness swarmed his soft gaze, almost unnatural in how they’d lure the man into the warm honey pulls. His wet his lips had gotten as he licked them. Tender suckles. A nip. Sayuja shifts, drifting a soft caress of his vehement skin. His hands traced over the man’s shoulder blades and rests in the ridge as if two lovers were intertwined in their ecstasy. A breathy exhale. One that indicated something much deeper. 

“I appreciate the hospitality and even your offer. I am not so sure it would be wise to ask for one particular thing or another. Upon this hour, fewer things happen but I can not say that I am unknowing or even inexperienced in how moonlight and need often creates a powerful and provocative situation.” Sayu was open. There weren’t any other way to describe him. He weren’t bashful. He was just careful. Perhaps to be so vulnerable with the man would open many different bonds. Friendship was one. Loyalty was another. He finally pulled free, coasting hips along in a singular plane of motion. Certainly there were more than just an insight at the King’s arousal as his throb stroked against a thigh that might’ve been caught by the fabric of his blanket. Shamelessly, he had a desire to let the man know exactly what was pulsing through his veins. He backed away, slowly turning to collect his book and as he bends, the robe rises just enough to expose more of his thighs. And the spread of his ass was outlined beneath the fabric. The thickness apparent as the ratio between his waist and hips was obviously different with the round arches. The part drew the robe between. He didn’t turn completely, however. He kept an able turn of his head. “I will say that I am pleased by your willingness. Though, I am curious as to why you’d be awake at this hour?” 

Sarupa pulled a face of embarrassed disgust when his mother said he might have caught him masturbating. “Mother, please. I just don’t want you to be disappointed that I don’t have suitors lined up like my brothers.” He paused and looked up to his mother’s face. “I did have a prince from Sollia come to visit. Father gave me permission. So, you don’t have to be so worried. At least I’m trying, in my own way.”

Sayu fried a gentle chortle; not to pacify, but at the fact, he assumed he is disappointed. “Me? Disappointed that you’d actually learn the points of your body?” Sayu would elaborate.”I imagine you should know what draws your awareness to your desire.” Sayu kissed him upon his crown yet again. “You mistake me if you think that I’d think any differently. Perhaps you don’t find any man deserving. But your own two fingers or even your palm? Shall I stop?” Sayuja soon was more surprised to know that Sollia had captured the boy’s heart. He furrowed a brow. “A prince? So the rumors are true?” Sayu spoke of no names. But the mutuality of understanding was clear. “Shall I extend my own encouragement between the Queen and King?” 

Zion loved parties. He flourished in them, able to float around, talk, charm, whatever he wanted. He barely drank because he liked to keep his wits about him but he did allow a few sips here and there to be had with the quests. The wine from Casther was the best, in his opinion, so he did have his cup refilled a second time. He licked his lips as he talked with someone, the music was a nice background for him to be able to play the field a little bit. He was working on who he might want to keep in his bed for the night when he heard his father’s voice behind him. He turned around and smiled, bowing his head a little bit. “It would be an honor, your grace,” he said before reaching out to take his father’s hands in his own.

Tugging the man close to him he held one hand while putting the other on his chest. His own free hand went to Sayu’s waist. Counting the beat he stepped into it, moving on the dance floor with ease. “How are you doing tonight, father?” he asked with a grin. “You look amazing, as always.”

Sayu took one step only to be guided by the pull of the prince. Surely suitors and nobility felt a weight of jealousy at their shoulders once both men were plucked from chance. His chest heaved in pride, hefting the mighty bulk beneath the open neckline. The prized gem perched between the fullness. He inhaled sharply when that fateful hand swept across his loin, conjuring something inside of him. He took a second to control what may have dwelled. A dance he might’ve had with his husband who was so interested in the politics of the bounds of this kingdom and the relations of others. No matter. Sayuja would bear such a burden. He looked into his son’s eyes before he let the sway take him. 

“I am glad that I meet the approval of my son’s fickle taste.” He smiled. “I would be much better of your father opted to be present but we shall refrain from that conversation.” He looked away. His body melting under the presence of his hold, being led as every step was in-time and in-tune with Zion’s. “How have your court been treating you? I hope with cause and compassion?” He slowly drapes one arm over the prince’s shoulders. An intimate hold. If he would’ve arranged them any differently, Zion might’ve been smothered. 

☀️ —— the brush of their shoulders and the closeness of their brawny bodies were not something the queen was unable to ignore; nor the heat that rose whenever solaris was around his old friend. “perhaps it was because it came from you,” the queen reasoned, shrugging their shoulders. “it made me a bit too sensitive i suppose, though it’s greatly appreciated and a gift more than welcome which definitely got the nobles of sollia on my side for a change.” the queen said with a smile. “i know that you would never do anything to disrespect us, or undermine our rule or that of my family. you’re too good of a man and king to do that to the people you trust.” solaris confirmed with a stern nod, before parting with deep regret from the other’s alluring body.  

as they walked and wandered the castle, solaris wasn’t prepared for the whispers that were sweetly muttered into his ear. the warmth of the other’s breath so close, causing shivers to tickle solaris’ spine and a moisture to start at the tip of the thing sayu knew all too well. the words, the poetry —- the beautiful symphony that the other said in a volume only the queen was able to hear made solaris transfer to memories of their bodies so close to each other; only lingerie that was ripped away, to squeeze and scratch at the exposed skin of their heated body. the force that was used to slam into each other, to press one against a surface whether it was comfortable or uncomfortable marble; it made solaris crave those same scenarios once more, to forget and simply dabble into the beauty of his best friend and the king of casther. however, he was snapped out of this lustful daydream when roman’s name fell and it brought him back to the current state of their relationship. which was by definition, rocky and on the brink of failure. “it certainly is- hot as fire, though lately our problems have stacked up and we find ourselves lusting over each other more than we actually love one another- or are able to deal with each other.” the queen admitted, “he’s off.. trying to restore his pride, making sure the nobles and his sons know that the king is back and back for good. i allow him, i need him to find his pride and masculinity again as he felt that it was lost due to my interference. however, it’s not my task to make him the king and man that he is- and thus, he needs to reclaim what he think he lost in his absence.” the queen smiled as sayu delved into the beauty of the garden, pinpointing out one of the most beautiful pieces as solaris incarnated. “you picked the right one, as the beautiful piece is poisonous when put into food or a drink,” the consort smiled; staring at the bending king. 

“our relationship might need a bit of a boost, though,” solaris began, “i thought of suggesting to him of finding someone to, you know- play with. or at least, have things more open- on the condition that we know of it, or are in the same room.” solaris shrugged his shoulders, “i know that you are fond of him- and i am sure, he knows that i’m very fond of you and vice versa——– you could be a perfect choice, but i know that it wouldn’t be appropiate to ask. you’re a king, it’s something that is too risky- our little adventures are already, daring.. but covered up properly. i’m not sure if the castherian king staying with us for long periods of time would be a good idea, would it?”

Sayuja listened, carefully whispering gentle melodies as he’d long been taught to lure the Terran. He praised the god in all that he’d done and wished it to continue to sprout in good health and season. But to tease, to lure, Sayu stoops. He drew his knees to a bend as he crouches over heels and the spread of his ass only exemplified the Castherian Pride. The natural bounce in movement seemed to draw an immediate halt as his muscular undertones firmed from the hips down to the hamstrings. Calves flexed. He removed one petal and began to rub it in his fingers until the velvety nature released natural oils and the scent concentrated. Standing tall, the King slowly reels, turning to face Solaris now. The beautiful Queen of the land and he let his clothing readjust to every line and curve. His nature held firm, slowly contracting. It excited him. To be so close. To share secrets. To share touches and if it were permitted, they would’ve laid claim to this garden. Seeds sewn and fertile grounds tilled. Solaris would’ve known what it was like to be one with the world and feel it beating inside of him. One. Thrust. At a. Time.  Sayu drifts closer. Thick lips parting as the shadow of his shave outlined the soft facial hair. His stare was intense. “I care not what people say. My passions are my own. Secrets are told behind closed doors. Gossip spreads whether we incite it or not. However, if I were to be included in such a powerful throw of thrusts and the fury of heat, it would be an honor. Dare we speak of any other opinion that may spread?” Sayu asked. His gaze hardening. Almost as if he’d long undressed the Queen before him and every muscle that may be were outlined with his eyes. From the throb of his mast to the division of his ass, Sayu could feel his skin in his memory. He slowly traces the petal over his neck. Casting the sweet scent between his breast and Sayu took a moment to gauge his climate. A nipple plucked from the line of his robes and pulled to him. It was a sharp tug but not nearly enough to hurt. And he bit his bottom lip as he saw the bud tempt to pierce the fabric. He draws the petal between his breast and inches closer until they shared very little distance. He placed the petal behind his ear as a reminder as he leans in to smell his neck. “Perfect.” He whispered. Placing a kiss to the inside of his neck. “I am pleased that I’d be considered, even. But, I’m thankful to be meeting the eyes of Solaris.” Indirectly, Sayu referenced the man drawing awareness back to the moment. 

[ 🐦] ——— @sayuxmajesty

                        AS MUCH AS AVARRE IS BORN OF THE LAMASCAN NAME, Zahir knew his place—that while the King’s visit to the city had the young lord welcome the honor of it, he’d admit that it wasn’t exactly something that kept the spirits alive ——— so much so that it was only at the sun’s own sleeping that Zahir had finally learned how to breathe as the entirety of the day was spent keeping everything on check. The navy’s best behavior was paramount just as the guards that were now given an extra wage to extend the hours of their guard. Then there’s the stables, the larder, the food the wine, the entertainers for the banquet and everything else that might keep the King in the warmth of their welcome. Zahir was counting on that, really. He’d even play the harp for him if that’s what it takes to smooth things over in the greatest of moods—then he’ll lock himself up until the next morning arrives to do the same thing. At least Avarre was rich enough to provide.

Apparently, it was far from a night that he would expect. That the moment he turned into one of the marbled halls of Qazr’mara, flagon and goblet in hand as he wished to loiter around his own home to take that breather he deserved, the King was there. Alone. Probably as restless as he is. Zahir’s jaw clenched in caution. As much as he regarded himself as contemptuously lax—as proven wit how he only had his blanket wrapped around him to walk the halls—he wasn’t as foolish to rid himself of proper countenance before the King. Save for the moment. “Majesty,” the pirate began, nodding into a bow before his face winced into flinch as the pause granted him this trickle of horror. 

      “ ——— was the comforts provided less than satisfactory?”

It had been ages since the King traveled to the port. Probably due to it’s past and often being the center of his own mum’s folktale. As he let eyes rise from the contents of his book, the silence of the hall only amplified his gentle sweep of the pages and the soft inhale that cause his chest to swell, breast to spread. He was thankful for the respect and the honour upon arrival but he had wished his small wishes were received. Possibly lost days before he’d arrive. He was just thankful enough to have the will and power to send his handmaid and guards off to blend into the daily operation. Tired eyes trained on the man’s for a moment longer, clasping his robe closed as he hid the royal treasure and the beloved regions of his body from sight. A small peep of nipple still remained in the window as he arranged himself for comfort. He finally smiled. Perhaps softer than normal as he pulled what little energy he had to show his gratitude. 

“If I must confess. It is but not in the manner you probably seek to ask.” Sayuja slowly rose. His right arm tucked around his waist as he’d offer the left hand but quickly shifts, realizing the right was more dominant in many areas. A simple mistake. Fingers outstretched to shake as his robe opened yet again, giving the man a clean sight at the fortune that the Crowned King had been blessed by the weaving and scaping hands of Terran, himself. Sayu opted for a hug instead. Nobles were like friends. Some far less familiar but friends, nevertheless. His warm embrace ensnared the man even before he could contest. His silken body hair caressed any other surface as soft skin below melts to the touch. Even in his own pride, his luxurious scent filled the room.  Sayuja was the King that Casther wanted and the mother that it needed.

“Forgive my informal approach to things. I was just in search of a moment to get away. How long has it been? I surely hope that efforts of rebuilding this place from my father’s reign has helped it tremendously?” His smile broadened, intoxicated by the notes of otherworldly charm and his admiration for all things. “I must commend you and your family.” Sayuja reels back, closing his robe - this time from the inside. “I do hope you forgive me as small tasks I wish to tend to myself. I’ve never been one to be constantly surrounded by dutiful maids and guards.” He truly was the man for his people. “Even if you wish not to admit it, I truly hope I am not a burden too great for these next few days. Might I add--” Sayuja paused before continuing. “I am pleased by all that you’ve offered and the presentation. Just...feel free to breathe around me.” He was vague but very direct at the same time.

Sayuja smiled as he sat from afar, watching his son interact with the small number of men he’d gather just to make amends for prying on his most internal thoughts. With several pits of fruit discarded for the gardens to replenish the fertile lands, Sayuja might’ve put back quite a bit of wine. Experienced helped him decrease the likelihood of becoming a bumbling, sloppy mess but he still felt loose enough to be a tad bit freer than normal. What turned out to be a small gathering became a celebration and he’d step down from his perch. The men’s eyes ventured to the King as the line of his majesty was preceded by the open flow of his traditional robe and the lack of a tunic beneath. The transience of the moment lasted longer as the full rise of his chest seemed to heft when charisma swam in his being.  “Pardon me. I do believe I would like to steal my son for a single moment. May I have this dance, my boy?” The strings behind the stoke of fire and an eager symphony. “The lead is yours.” 

Sarupa often shut himself in his chambers when he wasn’t out with his horse. He wasn’t a social person and considering that the only person who could make him social had already gone home to Sollia, he was left to his own devices. However, he was not masturbating, but making corrections to his messy writing from his last trip with Terra to a family’s homestead in Casther where he’d gotten a little too drunk before trying to write down the story they told him. Still, his mother surprised him and he stood up from his place in front of the hearth and called out to him. “I’m here, my King! Not in my bedclothes, but I am not particularly decent.” He was without a shirt or anything to control his long locks of hair. “What is it? What has happened?”

The King’s bait worked. Within a string of beckoning, Sayu approached him and inhaled softly before the dramatic-antics had been put on display. He appraised the boy’s physique before taking place before him and his arms swept the young prince into a warm, loving embrace and his majestic form nearly swallowed him whole. “The urgency is that I have not seen the face that holds the twinkling of stars or the voice of warming coals.” Sayuja drew his lips close to the boy’s face before placing the tender kiss to the void between brows and kept them there long enough to warm the spot with compassion and affection. “I wish to seek casual conversations with the boy I thought was going to be caught amidst stroking his nature.” Sayu teased. “Even I wish to know that you’re healthy.” He let one arm drop between them as he stands a comfortable distance away. “Tell me what keeps my child far from a King’s wandering eye?” 

It took time for Sayuja to draw up the nerve to pry as rumor or gossip that floats around the borders of his sovereignty perpetuated ignorance. However, there were fewer incidences that made the King stroke his chin. He smiled, drawing both hands down the boy’s door and the clasps had a beautiful click and groan as the weighed threshold was opened. “Sarupa,” the King sang in a lovely, baritone that was pitched according to the native string instrument. He wished himself to be a fool but he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he’d probably found his nature that dwelled between his legs and the weeping that often occurs- and that he might’ve encountered his son milking himself and calling to the great Terran. Maybe he wished to find the dove in such a predicament with himself. It would give reason to be more motivated. “Are you...your handmade said you hadn’t come out of your room for a few hours.” He stood in the entry, slowly reeling around the corner into his bedroom. 

It had been a while since Faiyaz and his mother had spent tine together and honestly, he missed it. He had his painting stuff in tow and was walking to the King’s quarters. It had been a while since he painted any of his family and he wasn’t sure if they should resemble he last few paintings which required Sayu to be in the nude. Knowing how… open his King was, he was sure that wouldn’t be a problem, he just wasn’t sure how to ask. He approached the room and entered slowly. “My King?” He eased into the room. “Are you ready to me painted? If you’re busy and I need to come back later, I can.”

Sayu waited for his servant to finish arranging hair to be more flattering to the shape of his face and most; if not all angles. Welcoming the prince into the expanse of one of the larger studios, The King prepared to approach him with open arms but instead froze when Yaz called and questioned his attention. Immediately he assumed the boy was here for business instead of personal. “Yes,” he called back. His arms rest at his side, breaking the heavenly curve and rounds of his glorious form. “Yes. I have had them import the finest paints from all over Metia and even Castherian blends just for my beautiful boy.” As presented, he gestured toward the massive set and the supplies if he intended to set up. And he was already bare as if offering the merciful Terran offering. “Just tell me what to do, m’prince.” 

It was a marvelous day for all. This was the day Carrington acted like a child who had just recieved the greatest gift. This day was where knights-in-training came to see if they had what it took to be part of the fresh wave of warriors. His sword swung swiftly blocking an attack by one of the newest. “I was even distracted, and you could event come close.” He chuckled and kicked his foot up sending the trainee back. “Try again. This time don’t  hold back because they won’t out there.” He pointed out with a grin. “So, again.” He commanded watching the stumbling man nod in agreement. He was a hard man on these guys. They had to be prepare for everything out there, and he knew no one better than he could do so.

His large hands tossed the sword between hands and turned again to quickly jump back. Armor clinking together. “Very good.” With a quick whip of his sword, he watched the other block. His eyes flickered to the boys legs before letting his push slack just enough for him to swing a leg out and drop  him backwards. The sound of angry grumbles came from the squire. “Don’t be a fool and let emotions take over.” He pointed out as he walzted around him just toying with the gigantic sword in hand.  “A man who lets his emotions take hold is weak in battle. It will only make you sloppy and get you killed.” Another valid tip from Carrington. Reaching a hand out, he smiled. “Once more. This time. Make it worth my while.” Another roaring laugh came out as the squire grabbed hold and went to his feet. 

Pointing with his sword, he pointed to an area of the cage for him to move to. “This time we are going straight head to head, got it? This is the time to show everyone you got this.” His eyes narrowed as he saw the king standing down near the arena instead of above. What was this? Distraction. Quickly, he saw the younger man hurling towards him and threw up his shield. “AHH!” He screamed out pushing the boy back. Their swords flung against each other for a few moments. Carrington’s speed was unmatched, but strength, the guy gave him a run for his money. As he dropped a knee, he threw his shield back up once more blocking another attack. Letting his shield go, he rolled right out of harm’s way. Panting. Sweating. In that moment, he had to think fast. Another hurling of the squire’s sword gave him the idea. Quickly, he shot the sword into the air and jumped out of the way grabbing the handle. Landing behind him barely out of sight, the tip of his blade stuck at the other’s side. “Dead.” He laughed as the boy dropped his sword. “Get your sword and go train against one of the other squires.” 

After watching him walk away, he sheathed his sword and walked over smiling. “Well, thank you, your highness.” He bowed at the waist still panting a bit. “I’ll take the task now. Nothing is more important than a direct task.” He laughed and shrugged. “He is great. Could be the one I’d even have by my side in battle.” Another nod in agreement. “He does need both, but strength wise, he gives me a challenge, but please, do not think me rude, what is this task, my king?”

The King showed no sign of fright nor did he flinch when the steel roared out and both warriors groaned. With the small crowd of knights and those in the training grounds gathering around their lead, Sayuja encouraged them to watch just how mighty these men were. They were determined to prove their honor amongst troop and earn their ranks. And with that, Sayu was proud. He remembered a time when Carrington was just a squire and he’d come a long way from that young man. Anticipation swelled in the King’s chest when the knight was down to one knee. He’d gasp when he rolled. He willed the Knight to reach into himself and find the will to pull through. He smiled when Carrington found an out. The sound of the men cheering in unison drew the King to standing and he’d applaud. 

the prince didn’t have much interest in settling down, he would never be king and felt as though he had no reason to marry so quickly or bear any legitimate heirs if they had no real standing to get the crown. not to mention house toyne had five children and surely at least two of his siblings would be bearing heirs, icarus felt it was counterproductive. what possibly inheritance could his children get if sovins line would be the one to rule casther?

“very well” he rolled his eyes at his father, the idea of having to be tethered to somebody meant his life of adventure would come to an end. he would be expected to provide for his new family and that felt as though a part of him was dying on the inside. “i’ll start my journey to find a spouse if you insist”

“Icarus Toyne: Prince of Casther, Second Born and fruit of my womb~!” Sayu’s turn was deliberate. Immediate. His voice never ascended into a heavy head voice but the sharpness of his words sliced through the punctuation and exclamation of his tone. His chest swelled as the broad span filled like the breast of a trumpeter swan. “When have you become so full in your scrotum and heft in your balls to ever roll your eyes at me?” He questioned as he approached, clearly displaying the difference in stature. Sayuja dared him to be disrespectful again and the sharpness of his glare was like daggers. 

“I did not invest time into nurturing a fool nor a petty, unintelligible boy that wishes to unhinge eyes from his skull.”  It was clear Sayu was frustrated with him. “I did not birth you to dishonor me in such a manner. If you wish to continue, give me the sign and I will release you from upholding my name.” Sayuja turned, retrieving his necklace to adorn his bosom once more. “The floor is yours. Choose wisely.”