Minors and ageless blogs DNI
If you could, you would have this moment captured by the artist that does the royals’ portraits. His Highness knelt, bare knees on cold, hard stone, covered only by his silken shirt that hangs indecently off his shoulder, and his face, oh, his face.
His cheeks and ears are flushed red as if he’s been drinking. Truly, he looks like he’s become inebriated from the taste of you. His lips are plump and red, shiny from spit as they stretch around you. The poor thing has… well, mostly drool running down his chin. And those beautiful eyes, typically piercing in their gaze, are half-lidded and utterly unfocused.
In this moment, he is no longer a prince, but a simple man, and the mouth fit to give orders is silenced by your very own spear.
