Arkos prompt: Princess Pyrrah surprising knight in training Jaune with an evening picnic rather then sword training as he deserves a reward for his improvement with things becoming romantic.
Jaune returned to the training ground once more for the nightly training session with Pyrrha. She always had time at night, and well⌠he was a knight.
He opened the door to the training grounds. He saw Princess Pyrrha⌠but she wasnât in her training gear.
âGood evening, Jaune. We arenât training tonight. We need to relax our bodies. Jaune looked down at his greatly overdressed self. Thankfully, he could get out of the training gear easily. He didnât even think about how rude it could be considered until after he was done.
âWell, Jaune, are you comfortable?â Pyrrha asked.
âYeah, very comfortable. I wonât be sweating tonight,â Jaune said. Pyrrha smiled, and showed him a spot next to her.
Jaune sat down next to Pyrrha. She pulled from the other side of her a large basket of food.
âIf you care to listen to some thoughts and complaints,â Pyrrha said, âI have pleasurable food.â
âIâd listen even if there wasnât food,â Jaune said.
âThank you,â Pyrrha said.
Pyrrha began talking about poetry. Jaune knew some poems, but the way Pyrrha talked about themâŚ
Pyrrha moved her hand over Jauneâs, not even stopping. She started talking about her teacher her made her read poem after poem.
âThere was one kind that I enjoyed,â Pyrrha said, laying her head on Jauneâs shoulder.
His heart was beating so fast, his face burned, and he was getting lost in all of Pyrrha.
âLove poems,â Pyrrha said.
Pyrrha started moving up towards Jaune, whispering a poem. His heart was in his ears so he couldnât hear her words. He moved his hand and wrapped it around Pyrrhaâs waist.
Pyrrha leaned up, kissing Jaune.
The feeling was intoxicating. And Jaune had suddenly became a drunk.
Pyrrhaâs hand started to explore Jaune, marking and memorizing every inch, making a map of his face in her mind. He pulled Pyrrha close. A hand was on his chest. Pyrrha gently pushed Jaune down, continuing the kiss.
She eventually broke the kiss. She smiled at Jaune. He held her.
âPyrrhaâŚâ her name whispered as if worship from his lips.
âYou are my knight, Jaune. Mine. You can win my hand, as I hope you do,â Pyrrha said. She leaned down and started peppering Jaune with kisses all over. Jaune reciprocated whenever he could.
âI will win your hand,â Jaune promised.
âI am your princess, Jaune, my wish is your command. I command you to win my hand in marriage.â
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