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You: [ Royal!lock AU ] Prince John had ridden into town one sunny afternoon, minus the guards and the hefty protection. In fact, he came cloaked in nothing that bore the royal crown. Just outside of the first village, he paid a man to look after his horse, before heading into the crowds. Sometimes royal life was too much for John. He hated the stress of being proper, the demands to be King, and the possibility of an arranged marriage. He wanted nothing more in life than to be happy. He wanted to be a wonderful King to his people, when the time came, but that meant knowing what each village needed and wanted. And what better way, than to see for himself?  So, he ducked his way through crowds, resisting the urge to buy anything just yet. It was such a wonder - these people were so poor, and they seemed so happy. He wondered what it may be have been like if he had not been born into the royal blood. Suddenly, as he came to the next town - lost in his thoughts of a simpler life - John bumped into someone. It caused him to stumble whilst the other landed in a heap on the ground. John instantly steadied himself, reaching out a hand to help up the young boy. "Christ, I apologize," John said sincerely, catching sight of the man, who looked no more than a few years younger. And hell, he was absolutely /stunning/.

Stranger: Sherlock frowned, ready to give whoever had pushed him over a piece of his mind, but he stopped as soon as deep blue eyes met his. It was as if his brain switched off for a second, and his mouth went dry. This man was obviously not from around here, but looked as though he had tried to fit in. Why would anyone want to fit in with poor people. Pocketing the apple he was just about to eat, he nodded, trying to read as much as he could. Nothing seemed to match up, and it was as infuriating as it was intriguing. The mystery man couldn't have been anything more than a few years older than him, and he was gorgeous. If he was the kind of person to believe in a notion as love at first sight, maybe that's what he would have called it. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."

You: "I should have been watching myself," John returned, feeling his cheeks heat slightly. His hand felt warm, too warm, and he immediately realized that he was still holding the strangers hand. With a deeper flush, he pulled his own hand away and cleared his throat nervously. In the castle, the only people he dealt with were those of high stature. It was almost a nonexistent event to become embarrassed in front of others. It was frowned upon to stumble, as well. Out in the Kingdom, though, where all of his people seemed to be joyful, he was able to relax. And even if he felt terribly bad for stumbling and pushing this man over, he couldn't help but feel relief knowing he wouldn't be chastised for it. His eyes had not darted away for long, because moments later they were staring into the piercing verdigris of the stranger. Who was this intriguing boy? What was his name? Did he live in this village? Prince John had so many questions, but he knew that he couldn't get anywhere with this stranger if it were known that he was the Prince. "I'm John," he breathed, with a courteous nod.

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You: [ Johnlock, Prince!lock, Royal!lock ] John Watson, a lowly servant, entered the royal chamber of Prince Sherlock after being granted permission. He made sure to lock the door behind him, knowing full well they couldn't have someone barge in. John was supposed to be helping Sherlock with the sciences, but little did the Kingdom know John had become more than a servant to Prince Sherlock. He was the prince's lover, even though it was terribly forbidden. Seeing the Prince upon his bed reading a book, John smiled and carefully padded over to the gorgeous man. "I brought you the cuppa you asked for, your majesty." John said, knowing the formalities of calling him royal names weren't needed, but it was so habit for him to do so. He held out the cup of tea for his gracious to take. "With your orders, I have been allowed to stay for the full night. What did you have in mind to occupy ourselves?" To be quite honest, John hoped they could lie together. It had been many days without the chance to secretly see one another, and John missed the royal so much.

Stranger: Sherlock looked up as John entered, and a small smile rose to his lips at the sight of him. He had missed John, in all honesty. It had been lonely without him as the servant went about his chores and Sherlock tended to political affairs. Dull. He set his book aside and accepted the tea with a soft thanks, and he took a small sip before setting it aside. "The whole night?" he echoed with a raised eyebrow. "Perfect." He grinned and reached up to grab John gently and pull him down to join him on the bed.

You: John smiled widely in return, and slipped up on the bed bedsides his lover as he was tugged. The mattress felt heavenly beneath him, as it always did, but the best part was being able to sit so close to the other. "Yes, the Kingdom believes I am helping you grow the mold in the en suite of your chambers." John replied, laughing softly. Though he would not mind doing that, he'd rather be doing something else entirely. Maybe they would kiss a lot tonight, or possibly just lie and hold each other. The blond looked at the prince, and gently snuggled into his side. It had been far too long since they had been able to see each other. "I've missed you, my prince," John breathed out, with a soft sigh.

Stranger: Sherlock's arms wrapped around John's waist to keep him close, though he pulled one away briefly to bring the blankets over them comfortably. He hummed and pressed his cheek to John's forehead as he kept him close. "The mold is growing just fine. I'll just let it sit for a few days on its own. I'd rather have my attention be focused on you." Smiling lopsidedly, Sherlock kissed the arch of John's nose as he rubbed his back lightly. "How have you been? A few days have passed since I last saw you properly. I hope Father isn't working you to death."

You: John placed his hands on Sherlock's chest, snuggling in and marveling over how lovely it felt to be held. John had never felt this way about anyone. Sure, a long time ago there had been a few girls he had met in the market, or a few ladies who helped serve the Queen. None of them had ever held his interest for long. Not like Sherlock. Sherlock had stolen his heart. "I have been fine, for the most part. Most of the work isn't too strenuous, though there are some horrible moments. He's had me cleaning the stables to fill in while Gregory is away." The blond grimaced a bit, but then smiled as he snuck a kiss to Sherlock's jaw. "How have you been then, my lord? I hope you haven't been bored to tears around here. I've often thought of you, what you might be working on. I was hoping to sneak here a few days earlier, but all of this work has kept us both so busy."

Stranger: Sherlock hummed slightly as he nodded, and he pushed his nose into John's soft hair as he settled down comfortably. "I can talk to him about that. Claim that I can't have you tired and worn out while trying to help me with my studies. Perhaps he would ease up on the work he has you do." He didn't like those occasional days when he would pass John in one of the corridors and find the servant to be exhausted after a day of laboring. He wanted John to be always happy. He let out a slow sigh and rolled his eyes as he though of his own past few days. "Boring, yes. Tedious. I couldn't care any less about foreign scandals and how local merchants are doing and what countries we should be building alliances with." Sherlock groaned and hugged John close as he ducked his head to bury his face against his neck. "I was born into the wrong family, John."

You: John reached up and tangled his fingers into the prince's hair gently. He twirled the strands on the nape of his neck, softly, and held Sherlock close. "I wish I could make it better for you, Sherlock. I wish that I could make this life easier. One where you did not have to worry about things you didn't care about, one where we could be together." John's lips found purchase on Sherlock's temple, and he gave him a few affectionate kisses there. Sherlock deserved to be happy. He had the most wonderful things available to him, yes, but he also didn't. The King and Queen didn't pay attention to him, and when they did it was only to ridicule him. John wanted nothing more for than his prince to enjoy his life, to be happy. "Sometimes I wish that I could be reassigned new tasks. I'd rather be serving you, than to serve the whole of the Kingdom and your Father. He is a harsh man sometimes, you know."

Stranger: Sherlock nodded slightly against John's neck, and he let out a soft breath as he ran his hands along John's ribs before holding him tightly against himself. He shifted his legs to tangle with John's comfortably. "I would love that, to have you assigned to me. We could spend the entire day together. Have more nights like this." He kissed John's neck lightly and nuzzled into it lightly. "I can talk to him tomorrow. See what I can do." He moved his hands to push up under John's shirt and splayed his long fingers over the small of his back as he moved his head back enough to peer up at him with pale, innocent eyes.

You: "You would? Oh, that would be wonderful, Sherlock." John grinned. Now, it was up to the King. John hoped dearly that he could be Sherlock's servant. He wouldn't mind at all if he had to clean his things and his chamber. That did not matter. He would be with Sherlock, and doing things for his love. That would make him so very happy. With dark, navy eyes John got lost in Sherlock's iridescent gaze. Along with a kind, brilliant heart, Sherlock was gorgeous. Pale skin, strong cheekbones, piercing eyes. "Would you like me to remove my shirt, my lord?" John asked, his eyebrow raising. Though his words were spoken innocently, he also had a sly intent, which could be seen by the way his mouth upturned into a small smirk.

Stranger: Sherlock smiled a little at the question, and he shifted to nuzzle into the middle of John's chest before nodding. He rubbed John's back a bit before drawing his hands away again, and he shifted to help John remove his shirt gently. He ducked his head to press a soft kiss to John's abdomen as soon as it was revealed, and he smiled a little as he brought his lips up to the spot over John's heart. "Should I remove mine as well?" he hummed, voice a low rumble as pressed open-mouthed kisses to John's chest. John was warm and soft and extremely cuddly, and he loved him. He wanted to be as close as he could to the man.

You: John tossed his shirt to the floor, and a shudder passed through him as those torturous lips touched his skin. Oh, but it felt so very good when Sherlock kissed him like so. Quickly, the servant nodded. "Yes, it would be much appreciated," he answered, sliding his hands under the expensive fabric to help the man remove his shirt as well. Once the garment was gone, John seized the opportunity to return the kisses. He slid down, pressing kisses and soft nips along Sherlock's collar first. Then, his mouth slid down the pale, gorgeous chest his lover had. He placed a few open-mouthed kisses of his own to Sherlock's stomach, near his navel, but then slid up again. He was eager to feel the heat radiating between them, so John tugged Sherlock against him softly, and let their chests mold. It was a blissful feeling, and one John immediately snuggled into.

Stranger: A happy, appreciative hum rose from Sherlock's throat as his eyelids fell, and he placed his fingers in John's hair as he shivered a little at the kisses. As soon as John came back up, he placed a hand on his neck and folded their lips together to kiss him eagerly. "I love you, John," he murmured lowly into his mouth, sucking lightly at his lower lip. "So much." His other hand moved to lay over John's waist as he tangled their legs more tightly together, and he nudged their noses together as he relaxed at the feeling of having John pressed so close. He wanted to stay like that forever. A sad sigh left his lips as his thumb brushed along John's jaw. "I hate that we have to meet in secret, John. I want to be with you." He frowned and peered at his face again. "Father mentioned marriage today," he admitted softly. "He wants to find me a princess to create a union between kingdoms. I will refuse. I'll ignore every girl; I won't have anyone but you."

You: John cupped Sherlock's cheeks, his whole body alight with passion as he kept so close to the other. "I love you too, Sherlock. You've stolen my heart, and I never want it back." The blonde buried his face in Sherlock's neck, letting out a sad sigh. A relationship between servant and royalty was forbidden. What made it out of the question, was the fact that they were both of the male gender. But, to them it did not matter. They loved each other just like a normal couple, even if the world didn't see that. "I'm sorry, Sherlock. I'm sorry that I am not a princess, able to marry you and give you children. I want nothing more than for you to be happy." Though, to know Sherlock would give up marriage for him, oh he had never felt so honored. It should be he, who was sacrificing for the prince, not the other way around. "But, if it is the only way for us to be together, than I will meet you in secret until they day I perish. I will love you until the ends of time, never leave your side."

Stranger: Sherlock lowered his head slightly to keep his cheek against John's temple as he hid in his neck, and he rubbed the blond's back slowly. "I've never had any interest in princesses," he hummed softly. "No one else, ever. Only you, John. I love you. You're the only one who took the time to try to understand me and be close to me." Sherlock cradled the back of his head and kissed his cheek. "Let Mycroft have the throne and marry a princess. I never wanted any of that."

You: John pulled back to meet their lips in a passionate kiss, with his smaller lips sliding against Sherlock's plump, full ones. The feeling made his chest ache and warm. Oh, the prince was so very good to him. "Oh, Sherlock. You're brilliant, amazing, kind. Not to mention gorgeous. I've never known someone as wonderful as you. You've made me a better man, introduced me to so much. I owe you a lot, my prince. I'm so very glad to have you as my lover. There will never be anyone else. Just you and I." He ducked his head to press a few kisses to Sherlock's neck, and rubbed at his lower back softly. His rough, calloused fingers slid along Sherlock's smooth skin. "Though you do not want it, I must say you would be a most wonderful King. An exceptionally handsome one, too."

Stranger: Sherlock smiled against John's lips, and he couldn't help but shiver a little as John's hands ran along him. He grinned and squeezed John lightly in his arms. "You're too kind to me," he replied softly. "I'd be a rubbish King. I'd probably start wars as experiments and order for there to be bees kept in the throne room." He chuckled quietly and kissed John's forehead. "But I would most certainly make this allowable. If I were to be King, I would want you beside me." He sighed fondly and shifted to settle more comfortably on the bed with John. "Did you eat?" he suddenly asked as the thought occurred to him. "Did dinner happen already?"

You: John laughed softly, imagining it. It only made him giggle more, at the thought of so many bees flying around the castle. "And, I would want nothing more than to stand besides you. To be yours, always." The blond shifted as well, settling comfortably, and tangling his legs with Sherlock's. He never wanted to stop the contact between them. Quickly, his hands found purchase on Sherlock's cheeks. "Don't worry, Sherlock. I had something before I came over. Have you eaten yet? Maybe I should go get you some food and bring it back here. After that, I promise I will not leave again." Though John had said he ate, he really only had something small. At home, with his mother and sister, they were only able to eat little. He had had a loaf of bread, luckily fresh, an apple, and some water. But, he was used to so little. His family couldn't afford much.

Stranger: Sherlock thought for a moment, thinking back through the day. "Ah, I didn't go to dinner, no. And I skipped lunch because I wanted to avoid political conversations, and I was upset by the idea of marriage. I slept through breakfast..." Sherlock frowned a bit. "I ate yesterday afternoon," he decided after a moment with a small nod before meeting John's eyes again. "Did you have enough? I know you can't afford much." Sherlock's brow furrowed in slight concern for him; he hated the idea of John going hungry. "Perhaps you should send for something, yes. For both of us." He kissed John's forehead. "Of course, you'll want to put your shirt back on. Can't have people talking any more than usual."

You: John chuckled softly, but his voice was a bit stern. "Sherlock, you shouldn't skip meals like so. It isn't good for your body. The physician would be appalled." But, he quickly lost his stern voice. He pressed kisses to Sherlock's face before gently sliding off the bed. He picked his shirt up off the floor, and pulled it over his surprisingly taunt, golden chest. His hair got tousled, and he smiled. "Alright, I will go fetch some food from the kitchens, and then return to you. I hope you don't bother clothing yourself again. I would love to return to you half nude." With a gentle chuckle, John then ducked out of the room in search of food. He came back about ten minutes later with platter of delicious looking foods, ones Sherlock was fond of, and he knocked on the door as he waited for permission to enter.

Stranger: Sherlock pouted a little at John's tone, and he rolled his eyes slightly. "I'm fine," he sighed quietly, propping his head on one hand to watch John dress. Once he had gone, Sherlock lay there quietly for a few moments before rising, and he went to grab his violin before returning to the bed. He leaned back against the headboard as he played quietly. Idle tunes to keep his mind occupied while he waited. He paused at the sound of the knock and called for John to enter, then set back to playing a slow, romantic melody as he smirked towards the door. "Would you be flattered if I told you I wrote this for you?" he inquired lowly over the music.

You: John shut the door behind them, his heart swelling. He set the platter down on Sherlock's bedside table, and watched the prince gracefully slid the bow over the strings. Oh, the sound was the most beautiful thing he;d ever heard. John found his eyes closing, and he couldn't help but sway slightly to the music. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes. He didn't want to speak, in fear of ruining the beautiful music, so he only kept his voice low. "It's beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I am entirely flattered and could listen to it forever." The servant slid up onto the bed and sat besides the other, watching him play with loving eyes. "I wish I could give you something in return. I hope you do enjoy the foods I have brought you. The kitchen staff weren't too pleased about the timing, but I managed to convince them."

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You: *he'd.

Stranger: Sherlock smiled as he watched John's reaction, and as he set the instrument aside he reached over to pull John into his chest again. "I love you," he mumbled softly, kissing John's forehead sweetly. "It does smell good, yes," he commented as he nuzzled against John's cheek. A slow breath left him as he reached over to pull the platter onto their laps, and he picked up a sweet roll to hold to John's lips. "Eat. You'll love the food. Better than anything you've tasted." He grinned and slipped his free arm around John's waist. "If you became my husband and King, I would make sure you got all of the delicious food you wanted. Your family, too. And I would put you to sleep with the violin every night to wake you up in my arms the next morning."

You: John took a small bite, chewing, and swallowing the heavenly food. The bread he had eaten earlier was nothing compared to this. John wished that all of the servants could eat as well as the royals. No one would be starving then. John picked up and apple slice and held it at Sherlock's lips. "You need to eat too. It's delicious, I've never tasted anything like it." With a smile, John waited for Sherlock to eat. Then, he took up one of the princes hands. John laced their fingers together, and looked to his eyes. "Just know, my love, that if the opportunity would arise, I would have no objections to becoming your husband. Not to have the luxuries, no. I want nothing more than to warm your bed at night, hold you as we sleep, and as we wake. I want nothing more than to help you, be there for you." The blond picked up a biscuit and held it up for Sherlock to take. "Do you have anything specific you would like to do after we finish eating? As long as we do something together, I will be open to any ideas, my love."

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