#royal.

             even  the  guards  look  nervous  ;  an  execution  in  the  throne  room  hasn’t  happened  in  a  while  ,  and  one   of  them  looks  towards  the  weapon  next  to  the  king’s  throne  and  shivers  ,  before  attention  turns  forward  once  more  .  ❝   as  a  matter  of  fact  ,  i  should  throw  you  in  a  HOLDING  CELL  to  rot  and  wait  until  your  superior  officer  comes  to  collect  you  .  ❞

              a  frown  comes  to  her  LIPS  ,  as  hands  fall  to  her  side  ;  clenching  into  small  fists  .  ❝   or  have  you  beheaded  .  father  would  more  than  approve  of  that  ,  i  believe  .  ❞  she  sighs  ,  closing  her  eyes  ,  oh  ,  mother  ,  father  ,  why  did  you  have  to  leave  her  here  alone  ?    bubbling  disdain  in  her  body  ,  let  her  grab  the  claymore  that  rests  next  to  her  father’s  stone  ,  and  in  her  FURY  never  look  at  him  ,  but  let  the  claymore  scratch  the  marble  floor  as  she  approaches  the  SPY (!?)  .  the  two  guards  next  to  her  stiffen  but  never  move  from  their  spots

           ❝   STATE  YOUR  REASON  for  being  here  ;  if  you  are  to  endanger  my  people  ,  i’ll  kill  you  my---  ❞  monika  hasn’t  raised  the  weapon  ,  but  is  frozen  ,  as  jade  eyes  linger  on  soft  features  of  the  tresspasser  ,  lips  parting  slightly  .  SHIT  SHIT  SHIT  SHIT  !  

she  had  been  silent  all  day,     her  mind  racing  with  thoughts  that  pulled  her  so  many  different   ways.      her  father  had  never  been  the  BEST  to  her    (   at  least,     not  since  losing  her  mother   )       but  he  was  still  her  FATHER.      he  was  still  the  only  real  family  she  had  left.        she  hadn’t  told  theo  yet,      afraid  that  her  words  may  come  off  as  too  cold  if  she  didn’t  treat  the  subject  delicately  enough.     but  she  was  sure  it  was  obvious,       the  way  she  buried  herself  within  his  arms  and  rested  her  head  against  his  chest,     not  speaking  and  not  making  an  effort  to  push  things  forward.      she  didn’t  have  herself  put  together  today    (   not  to  the  standards  of  what  the soon-to-be  queen  should  look  like.    )      hair  a  mess  of  waves,     still   in  her  night  gown  from  the  previous  night    ——    it  was  obvious  she  was  distracted.      finally,     she  had  to  break  the  silence,     knowing  it  was  BETTER  for  them  if  she  did.      ❝   theo,    ❞          she  muttered  quietly,     body  stirring  within  his  arms  as  they  laid  together.      ❝   what  if  i  can’t  do  this?       what  if  i  can’t  be  the  queen  that  everyone’s  expecting  me  to  be?    ❞         she  SKIPPED  the  big  news   ——-    that  her  father  was  deathly  ill.      she  didn’t  know  how  to  talk  about  that  yet,     but  it  was  clear  there  was  more  to  this.  

the plan was to sneak in unnoticed, drug the pampered royal, and take their pick of jewels, gold, fine clothing…. yet when they spied the prince sleeping rather naked in their silken sheets, the thief couldn’t help but want to take a little more. tempted by the sight of him unknowing and helpless, fingers itching to touch rather than steal

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The prince had been pretending to sleep for the last hour or so, forcing himself to lie still and silent, waiting. His eyes were closed just in case. The thief was impressively deft and quiet, and sometimes there was no warning of their arrival at all. He refused to lose out on this experience by getting caught, waiting to be ravished. He was lying on his back, cock already half hard under the covers, blushing to think he had trained himself to sleep this way to keep it accessible to his night time visitor.

Despite lying back comfortably, eyes closed, the thrum of excitement under his skin kept him from falling asleep. And when he finally heard the slither of a rope and gentle landing of feet, he marshaled himself to remain undetected. The thief had climbed in through his window as they often did, sweeping over to delicately dab an earthy, sweet liquid on his lips. He had to suppress the urge to lick the thief's fingertip, draw it between his teeth and suck on it. After months of use, it seemed the drug worked less effectively every time. Perhaps the prince had built up an immunity, because it merely filled his mind with a pleasantly hazy, misty feeling that made everything slow and heavy. Truly it just helped sell the illusion that he was asleep while the thief did their best to break his brain.

They had clearly noticed the stiffness of the prince's tool, because they chuckled as they ran a finger along its length. They murmured something throatily, too guttural to be heard, but the sound of it affected him all the same. His cock throbbed, and he heard them laugh again. Then the blanket was bunched up around his hips and he shivered lightly at the sudden cold air. The sudden warmth of a welcoming throat made him so dizzy, he felt on the verge of completely passing out. The thief moaned around him, then pulled off with a deviously wet sound, whispering "my pampered prince" directly to his cock.

It took all his restraint to keep his responses muted, even with the drugging. The combination of the thief's clear enjoyment and their degrading, objectifying words was heady. They mused aloud how the sweet, pure, prized prince was secretly a sex toy of the most luxurious kind, free for the taking really. Their hands gripped him in various places as they straddled his hips, guiding his cock into an impossibly tight, hot, wet hole. The moan that escaped his lips felt as though it had been squeezed from low in his belly-- impossible to contain. They stilled for a moment, panting and suspicious, then leaned away.

For a brief moment the prince worried they might leave, but then he felt a hasty drop of potion spread across his lips. And then the thief's agile fingers slipped inside his mouth to rub the magic directly on his tongue. He felt himself sink deeper into the magical haze, like his elegant bed were made of clouds. Their hand stayed on his face, with two fingers in his mouth, playing with his lips and tongue.

Then the thief is riding him. He looks through the lashes of his heavy eyelids, almost unable to sneak a peek at all. They must have picked up one of his many decorative crowns at some point, because a gold halo encircled their head, made molten by the firelight. Surely they thought the ornamental piece to be a frivolous, wasteful, obscene thing. The prince enjoyed the careless disregard for his belongings and his rank. The thief had no concern for propriety, let alone hierarchy. They scoffed at deference, openly treated him like a pretty piece of meat.