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Disguise | Your Personal Bully

iKitten

Supernova
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May 25, 2009
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Here in Your Arms...Stabbing you with Glee
Blinding sunlight shone over the courtyard, with vibrant lighting and positive energy. The day had been shaping up to be rather nice in terms of the weather, with the heat keeping at a low so that it felt nice and breezy, while the sunrays were enough to warm the flesh. Flowers of all variety blossomed around the area with life and beauty. Even little critters and bugs came out to explore the lively day and created this harmonious symphony.

However, in a certain princeâ??s mind, he almost wished that there were thick raindrops slamming into each flower face and forced them back into bud stages. The clouds were nowhere to be seen, when he thought that perhaps, it was a day for darkness and dreary. Sitting in a room just viewing the courtyard, Prince Ragnar of Kyliâ??Dian watched as the knights trained with much effort under the sun. Compared to the bulky knights, he wasnâ??t as masculine, but he wouldnâ??t say he was feminine either. The prince had vivid blonde hair, with sharp green eyes. His build was toned and had some muscles, but he wasnâ??t popping out his veins like some of the men he knew. A sword was easy to handle enough, but so was a bow and arrow; both of which he was able to use within a whim as his strength allowed such continual usage of muscles.

Dressed in white formalwear, the blonde waited for the arrival of his new servant. His father, the King, had recently told him that part of the peace treaty that was signed a few weeks ago with the neighboring kingdom, that place would send a servant for Ragnarâ??s use. How this was a good thing was beyond him, as he hated having people follow him around to wherever he went. The prince was used to traveling with a group of random people throughout his kingdom, as the knights were all assigned on different times to travel to different areas with him. Ragnar was â??homeâ?? in his kingdom for a few days in a month, before he was sent off to make some treaty or visit and check up on the kingdoms around them.

Having a personal servant meant that heâ??d have to stick with the same person with him for an undetermined amount of time. Gods, that sounds almost likeâ?¦torture or somethingâ?¦ he shook his head, trying to get it cleared. Sighing softly, he heard the door knock and stood to open it to find a messenger guard.

â??Sire, I am to inform you that your new servant from the neighboring kingdom has arrived. He is supposed to be waiting for you in the Grand Hall.â? the guard relayed his message and was quick to leave, as he had to inform the King as well; the only reason Ragnar had been informed first was because his room had been on the way.

â??Ughâ?¦alright, suck it upâ?¦â? he firmly told himself, before straightening his back and shoulders. Once prepared, he waltzed towards the Grand Hall to meet his new servant.
 
The weather was of little consequence to Prince Felix Piers, as he had spent the last eight and a half hours inside a wagon, traveling the vast and bumpy roads to his new home. The drapes on the two windows were kept shut; this was a rather dark moment in this young man's life, he did not need the sun to ruin his dark mood.

It would not matter if their was a hail storm, with hail the size of large rocks, or if this God forsaken wagon ran off a cliff. Masquerading as a servant to complete a peace treaty, how laughable! The Prince blamed the fact that he was the youngest of three siblings; with two older brothers, there was no need for him to be around.

The wagon lurched to a stop suddenly. It was about time! They had not stopped once since they left; this was an urgent matter that had no room for errors such as lateness. Felix pushed the wooden door open and hopped out, he was in no mood to wait for someone else to open it for him. What he found was a bright, sunny day; the landscape full of beautiful greenery, and sounds of outside life. It would be beautiful, if Felix was here on 'vacation'. The bright sun warmed his cream colored skin, and he stretched his boyish limbs until most of the aches were gone. â??Itâ??s so, bright here.â? The male noted quietly; it was the complete opposite of his Kingdomâ??s land. Nothing but rain most of the year, only a few days of sun. He was not so sure he liked this weather.

The Prince, now servant, had brunette hair and brown eyes. Felix had never been much of a fighter, and being the youngest of two older brothers he received less attention from the King and Queen, and therefore was never pressured into learning the things his brother's knew. He was, however, skilled with a sword and was quite the runner. While most of his muscles were small, his body was toned and could endure most physical tasks assigned. In short, he was more boyish featured than feminine, but not too sore on the eyes, either.

Unlike the Prince's normal attire, of fancy suits and jewelry that showed his Kingdom's crest, Felix was forced to dress in servant's clothing. A plain white shirt, accompanied with matching pants and peasant shoes. If there was a special dress-code, Felix would gladly trade these clothes for another pair. This outfit was far too plain, and did nothing for him.

"Come, Prince Ragnar awaits you inside." The driver called from ahead, a hand motioned for him to follow. "Remember, you are a servant now. You must follow procedure, for the sake of the peace between our kingdom, and this one. You are forbidden to reveal your true identity, do you understand? You have no last name, no special stand in this kingdom. You are just, Felix." The driver reminded him as they entered the palace; this attempt at peace would not be in vain! If this young man screwed things up, a war would surely follow. The driver would have none of that!

"I know... ." Felix sighed as he followed close behind. This was terrible. Why they could not send an actual servant had not been explained to him. He was simply the choice, and was sent days after the treaty had been signed. And here he was, in an unfamiliar place, stripped of his Royal title, and given a new one. That of a lowly servant.

"Look presentable. Wipe that angry look off of your face!" An order, from a coachman! Unbelievable!

A deep breath, and Felix straightened in his place in the Grand Hall; his expression toned down into a passive one as he stared at the entrance, awaiting Prince Ragnar.
 
Ragnar glanced around the area and sighed, wondering around the hallways as if he was going to be attacked was not the best feeling one could have. While he wasnâ??t thinking about an attack of being killed or mugged in his familyâ??s palace, he was more fearful of the maids that would have attacked him. They were endless in their pursuit on whether he was interested in his new servant in that way, as he had always been back and forth about male and female partners. However, he had never gone further with them than the public gaze, as it was hard for the prince to find time alone without a servant next to him.

Today, he was going to be getting a servant that was supposed to stick with him for all hours of the day. This was the worst punishment he could have ever imagined, as he wanted his freedom much more than he wanted to be protected. Ragnar had grown up as a stable boy, with the most cliché history one could have for a prince. He was found to be the prince in his later years, which was the most wonderful thing to have learned at the time. Now, he had almost wished he was a stable boy again.

Biting his bottom lip, he motioned for the guards to stand down and open the door for him, as he entered the Grand Hall. Within the room, he found a few knights just standing around, with two males he did not recognize form his own kingdom. While he hadnâ??t met everyone from his kingdom, as the land was wide as it was far, he could say that with the way they were dressed, he didnâ??t recognize them from any traditions within Kyliâ??Dian.

Smiling softly, he bowed once he was close enough to greet them and took a small breath before speaking. â??Welcome to Kyliâ??Dian.â? he stated in a clear voice, glancing towards the servant that was supposed to be his shadow for an undetermined amount of time. The brunette didnâ??t look like a challenge, so perhaps he could just lose him while â??taking a detourâ?? or whatnot. â??Am I allowed to assume this isâ?¦our peace treaty?â? Ragnar offered his hand towards the â??servantâ??. â??My name is Ragnarâ?¦as you may call me such.â? he never cared for his title name either way. Tilting his head, he waited for a response from his new shadow.
 
This waiting around for someone else was tiresome, how actual servants could master such patience was beyond Felix. This feeling of impatience was understandable, as people had always waited on him; he had never worked for or under anyone other than his Father. And even then, Felix had been permitted to spend his days in lavish luxury. That was the only perk to being the youngest Prince; he did not have to worry about becoming a King, and could do practically anything he wanted. Such as hole himself up in the library with a book, or ride around the kingdom for hours, anything he wished. Alas, nineteen years of freedom now came back to bite him in the ass, if you will. Father finally found a use for his youngest son: a peace treaty pawn.

Blonde locks caught Felix's otherwise uninterested gaze, wracking him out of his depressing thoughts. In his kingdom, blonde hair and blue eyes were rare; brunettes were common, what the King called their kingdom's 'signature', if you will. It was beautiful, the young prince concluded as he gazed at Ragnar. Or rather, at his hair. Felix did not focus on the other's face until he was addressed. He did, however, remember his manners; he bowed low, gracefully, respectfully. This man was still a Prince.

At the hand, Felix blinked. Never in his wildest dreams would he consider allowing a servant to touch him, excluding the royal dressers. And what was this, had his ears deceived him? An offer to call the other by his birth name, without the title? Felix could barely cover up his shock, it shown in his eyes, and in the quiet gasp. Felix relished in the fact that he, himself, was a Prince. Everyone had to call him such things as, 'Sire', 'Your Highness', 'Prince Felix', and the like. So to work under a prince would did not care for his title... the brunette was hesitant. He could walk out, get back in that wagon, and demand to be returned home. He was a damn prince, he had the power. But... the king would scold him something fierce and then send him back.

It seemed like an eternity for Felix to get over his shock, and finally take hold of Ragnar's hand to give it a firm, but friendly-ish shake, while introducing himself, "Yes, but you may call me Pr- Felix." A little slip, a little nudge in the rips from the driver. A glare in that man's direction was given, before Felix inquired, "`May` call you such? So, may I choose to call you by your true title? Prince Ragnar?" with a hint of a smile.

Calling this person by their first name was far too familiar for Felix's liking. It was, awkward.
 
Ragnar just watched the other male ponder whatever he was pondering, and more often than not, he found the otherâ??s gaze slipping upwards towards his hair. Even in his own kingdom, blonde hair was not as common, but he didnâ??t think he warrant to be gawked at. However, the servant must have been rather new two serving under a royalty, so he didnâ??t pull him out about it and scold him. The prince had always been unaccustomed to using servants and for others to bow down to him. It was something his father said he needed to get over, as he would have to become king one day and lead many servants and knights into battle. As the leader of a kingdom, their kingdom was their servant, as much as they were the kingdomâ??s.

When the brunette introduced himself as Felix, Ragnar smiled and shook the firm hand, before pulling his hand back and wondering why the driver had nudged him. Perhaps this was a new name or title for the servant, so he had to get it memorized. Either way, he just attempted to stay friendly, before his smile slipped and he frowned at the title he was called. â??Ohâ?¦well, if you desire. Iâ??m just not used to thatâ?¦thatâ??s all.â? he shrugged. In his kingdom, they were very relaxed about things and with him, he was all about equality as much as he could squeeze it into them. Of course there were times when he had to assert his position, but other than that, he was usually fair to all. Yet if he were to lull this male into trusting him enough, he would find it an easier time to escape as well.

While the prince was grateful for Felixâ??s efforts, he knew that befriending him was secondary to having him shoved off to some other servant. Once Felix was relaxed, it would be easier for him to â??offerâ?? for the brunette to do something other than trail him, and then for the blonde to escape the shadow and do as he wished. It was a strategy he had learned long ago and it had yet to failed him since. â??Since weâ??re stuck together for now, what do you do for entertainment, Felix?â? he suddenly asked, nodding towards the driver as if telling him that he was no longer needed.

The knights around him glanced at each other, already knowing that their prince was either scheming something that would get the servant in trouble, or that the prince was just bored and was going to use the new servant as entertainment. Either way, things were on the tip of becoming ugly or staying safe. Ragnar just continued to smile with as much friendliness as he could towards his new servant.
 
For a male who seldom laid eyes on blonde hair, Felix found it perfectly reasonable to gawk, and therefore, did not feel guilty for staring at it most of their first few minutes of interaction. Which his own hair was healthy, clean and soft, Felix had been forced to cut it short, as it had been long enough to touch his shoulders before. It was still something he was trying to come to terms with. As for being scolded, it never crossed the Prince's mind. While in his own Kingdom, the servants were not permitted to look directly at royaltyâ??s faces, he had heard from his father that rules were very different here. It made him uneasy. Things were far too informal.

The moment his hand was released, it was placed behind his back, clasping it with his left, as if standing at attention. Look the part, play the part; servants were tools for royals to use, and Felix had to accept the fact that he had been forced into masquerading as a servant. His voice no longer mattered, no one treated him properly. He had lost his, in all sense of the word, identity. That aside, the brunette was somewhat pleased to be given permission to refer to the other male as he liked.

However, he commented kindly -- my, this being kind thing was difficult. "You should not be ashamed or embarrassed by being called what you are, Sire. In my opinion, to be so familiar with a servant is- ow!" The male hissed at the driver, who gave him a pointed look that said, 'Keep your opinions to yourself, Felix.' Which brought about a foul expression; he loathed this idea, so very much.

Felix resigned himself to staring at the floor, feigning shame for his actions. All foulness aside, when Ragnar inquired about his personal enjoyments, all Felix could manage to do was blink stupidly at him. What did a Prince need to know a servants preference of entertainment for? He was torn between whether to feel suspicious, or simply believe this was how things were at the Kingdom of Kyliâ??Dian. Either way, the brunette approached the question carefully, while the driver bowed and left for home. "For entertainment, I listen to classical music while reading, or resting. I enjoy bubble baths--" A little odd for a servant and not quite entertainment, but he paid no mind and continued as if nothing strange had been said, "Riding horses, and the occasional watching of other maids and servants."

Yes, Felix nodded to himself, that was enough. Ragnar did not need to know everything; this was a peace treaty mission, no a fun-friendly field trip to another kingdom. "Anything else, Sire?"
 
To see a servant get jabbed at and scold so firmly for stating his or her opinion was indeed a strange sight for the prince, as not many were scold as such in his kingdom. They were much more relaxed about customs and status in Kyliâ??Dian, and because of that, he felt more at peace. Everyone was much livelier than he had seen in other kingdoms he had visited, and the servants and maids were more effectiveâ??in his opinion. They were all friendly and rarely was there any tension in the palace while they continued to operate. However, it appeared that Felix did not come from a relaxed kingdom, as he was torn between being himself and serving set guidelines.

Even still, Ragnar decided not to say anything, as he just listened to things Felix liked to do. While the brunette was thinking that it was strange for a servant to enjoy such things, to the blonde prince, he didnâ??t think anything of it. Here, servants had their own courters, in which they were afforded an hour in their night to do whatever they wished before bed, instead of serve and work until the last hour of bed. Riding horses at the time was not possible, as the clouds outside were showing that it was about to rain, and he didnâ??t think watching other servants and maids was going to be extremely exciting. â??How about we take a bath together then, Felix? I bet a nice and warm bath together would relax us immensely.â? the prince noted, smiling as he offered his hand to the servant.

Looking over to the diver, he smiled at the man and thanked him, before bowing his head fractionally. It was customary in this kingdom to be grateful to those who serve them, because in truth, the royal family was a servant to the people of the kingdom. Glancing to the side to the guards, he waved at them to come over. â??Please escort our guests here to the main gates.â? pausing, he thought about that option. â??Or if they would rather stay for the night, please escort them to a guest room or an inn in the city; whichever youâ??d enjoy.â? Ragnar offered, before reaching out for Felix to join his side. â??I shall be in the baths with Felix if anyone shall need me.â?

With that announcement, he began to head towards the baths down the hallway. Walls and floors made out of stone, it was a strange difference to see the baths made of complete marble. The area was rather large, as the far center was a fountain that spewed warm water out to fill the large tub. Steam filled the area, clouding them slightly, as he closed the door and began to strip. â??I must say, this is the first time Iâ??ve bathed with anyoneâ?¦â? he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as a nervous habit, before stripping until he was nude. Padding over to the selections of soaps, he searched for a strange bottle, before kneeling at the edge of the tub, and poured a few droplets into the flowing water. Almost instantly, suds and bubbles began to form, with fruity and spicy scents floating about.

â??Is this about right?â? Ragnar asked, never having taken a bubble bath before. Turning his head to face Felix, he placed the bottle back into the area it came from, and smiled. The prince wouldnâ??t admit it to anyone, but even with the relaxed state of those around him, he was always lonely, as no one had time to spend with him. Every servant had a purpose they were there and had work to do as well as he did. But with Felix as his personal servant, he had someone to entertain him and spend the entire day of what they wanted to do together now.
 
The servant inclined his head at the offer to take a bath with the Prince. The trimmed brows twitched in and out of a frown as he imagined the situation; the pictures that ran through the brunette's were highly un-creative, as he had never paid much attention to male bodies other than his own, and left him all the more irritated. Now, Felix was not shy; he was aware he had a nice enough body not to be ashamed of it, but he had never bathed with another person. Sitting in a bubble filled bath tub while a royal hair-dresser washed his hair was an entirely different story. And now, here the brunette was in the company of a strange prince he was expected to bathe with.

Briefly, Felix wondered if Ragnar planned on having him wash him. However, that sounded strange, and the thought was cast out as quickly as it came. In any case, he resigned himself to the fact that he was, in fact, going to share a bath with the blonde Prince in front of him. It shouldn't be too bad, Felix told himself reassuringly. I mean, who else gets to say they got the privilege of bathing with a prince?

While Prince Felix prepared himself for taking a bathe with another male, the driver was overwhelmed by Prince Ragnar's kindness. His own king would have sent the help off with a wave of the hand. The hat that had recently been concealing a balding head was now being wrung in both hands nervously, a crooked smile was attempted, only to show a few missing teeth. "Tha' would be mighty nice, Sire," The driver bowed a number of times to show his appreciation, only quieting when the two prince's left the Grand Hall.

oOoOo​

When beckoned, Felix found himself walking in step with Ragnar to the baths, and when they entered the bath area, the brunette's eyes shown with awe. It was the most beautiful bathing area Felix had ever laid eyes on. If he lived here, truly lived here as himself, this would be a place he would frequent often. This state of awe was cut short, however, when Ragnar's voice reached the male's ears; his attention was slowly brought back to the task at hand: bathing.

"Oh?" Felix murmured at Ragnar's, what was it, confession? "Not nervous, are you, Prince Ragnar?" The tone of voice was meant to be concerned, but, the light smirk that spread across his face could not hide his amusement. One would think Ragnar was the one being forced to bathe with another person, not the one who proposed the idea.

Why the Prince had offered, the reason was unclear, but he had learned some time ago not to question good things, lest that person change their mind.

Seeing the other's clothing, Felix followed in suit, gradually removing each article of clothing until he stood, albeit awkwardly, completely naked. Ahh, and in front of another man; he had always fantasized it would be in front of a women. What a pity, he shrugged. But instead of being depressed, Felix returned the other's smile, congradulating the Prince's Well-Done-Job at making a bubble bath with a, "Perfect, Your Highness.", and with great care, Felix slipped into the bath, down until the bubbles reached his chin. "Ahh," A contented sigh, this was wonderful on his sore muscles. Who knew traveling could cause such pain.
 
Grinning at his â??perfectâ?? job, Ragnar moved to slip into the bath as well and sighed as the warm water relaxed muscles he didnâ??t realize were tensed. What had started the day had been a bit strange, as now, he was left with a servant instead of being given the time alone in his day. It wasnâ??t too bad, as Felix didnâ??t seem like some bad guy, or someone he would be annoyed to be with. In a sense, the prince almost found the other male relaxing to be around, as he wasnâ??t offered too much of the formalities; making him wonder if it was just the brunette being like that, or perhaps he just hadnâ??t been trained properly. Whatever the case was, he was a bit glad that he got this servant instead of someone else. However, a servant was still a servant, and he peeked an eye open to see what Felix was up to.

â??Can you wash my back for me, Felix? Maybe a massage as well, if you know how?â? he asked innocently enough, feeling like he was a spoiled prince that required others to aid him while bathing. While that might have not been the case, he had a feeling that if he was given more time with a servant to tend to his needs and do what he wanted, then heâ??d soon become spoiled. Asking others to do what one desired for then, was easier than doing the said task by themselves. Shifting in the water, the blonde felt the warm water brush against his flesh as he moved into a better position to have his back washed and massaged. The bubbling suds rubbed against his slick flesh, giving them a fruity scene that would cling to their skins for a good hour or two after the bath.

Waiting for Felix to do as he asked, he didnâ??t even think that the other male should refuse, despite him â??requestingâ?? the favor. Ragnar wasnâ??t one to push his status on another person, but sometimes, he would do so and end up forgetting that he was attempting to be less like a bratty royal heir and more like a normal person one would meet in the marketplace. However, there were times that he just took advantage of his status to get the little favors he wanted. Such as now, wanting someone else to tend to his needs in the bath, when he could have easily done so himself. Ragnar wasnâ??t shy about being in the nude with another person, least of all another male, as he had bathed with others many times.

It wasnâ??t something to be shy about either, as he couldnâ??t ponder a reason why a man would be shy with another man. They had the same body parts, so it wasnâ??t like there was something they hadnâ??t seen yet. Even still, he found many servants that would shy away from taking off their clothes while they were to bathe with him and wash his back or ease him. Perhaps he was just naïve in that area, but it was still a mystery to him. Perhaps next time, he would ask a female to join him, but that could lead up to things he didnâ??t care for. Not that he didnâ??t find the female body attractive, but he didnâ??t think he would be nearing that stage in his lifeâ?¦ his â??manly stageâ?? as his father had called it, for another few good years.

â??So, tell me about yourself, Felix.â? the prince suddenly spoke up after awhile. â??Where did you come fromâ?¦did you have a family back in your kingdom?â?
 
[ I apologize for disapearing; I had to leave town to visit family and school just started. Eh, if you don't want to continue, I'll understand.

Again, I apologize. ]
 
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