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King Kyrian Black sighed as he rubbed his hand over his eyes, rubbing them with his index finger and his thumb for a moment. Ah, sometimes the people that worked for him seriously gave him headaches. There was only one servant boy and his own son that he could actually stand. With no Queen at his side anymore, things had gotten harder, but that was okay. He would always love his dead wife, but he had moved on to other things.

The hand on his eyes moved back and ran his hand over his dark hair. He opened black eyes and looked up when the doors to the dining room opened, his son coming inside. His son wasn't the normal prince. Well, he was, but he didn't like to dress as one and no matter what Kyrian said, Nicolaii wouldn't change.

The seventeen year old boy had light hair and light gray eyes. He looked more like his mother than he did him. Nicolaii was skinny and he wore dark clothes that hugged his bodies and showed off his curves to anyone that was willing to look. Nicolaii sat down at the table with a small sigh.

"What's the matter, son?" Kyrian asked quietly, leaning back in his chair as they waited for dinner to be served. He leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, folding his hands in his lap as he watched Nicolaii.

Nicolaii shrugged his shoulders a little bit. "The people of this country can be annoying..." he said softly, shaking his head a little bit and let out another sigh. "I can't go a damned place without a crowd of fangirls following after me. It's a club, a bloody club they have set out!"
 


Enoch Eronei
Dimitri Velen (explicit, just warning. xD)

Sometimes working for a huge castle such as this could be utterly exhausting. Enoch Eronei had been taken in by the castle at an early age and had lived in the servants' quarters all of his life. He had memorized each and every passageway of the palace and had explored most of it, well save for the king's chambers. He had only gotten to the door and no further. That was because no one was allowed into the man's chambers since the late queen had died. It was a sad day for all to see the woman passing on, and an even harder situation to see the king being so distraught and depressed over it. Many people did their best to cheer him up, yet nothing seemed to be working. Hopefully, Enoch thought, the king would eventually find another woman to wed. No man like him deserved to be alone. The boy's cheeks flustered and he quickly adjusted the large platter of food in his arms. No time for thoughts like that, Enoch... to the dining room! His bare feet, he himself having preferred to wear no shoes, slapped gently against the smooth marble floors of the palace while he moved towards the dining room. The fabric of his breeches rubbed up against each other as he picked up the pace, eyes deadset on the two large double doors at the end of the hallway.

Enoch was a boy of only nineteen years of age, two years older than the prince that he served as well. Enoch was happy to be a servant to such people, though. They had never mistreated him or acted as if he were anything less than he really was. He let out a soft huff and stood before the large doors that lead into the dining room, shifting the platter in his arms and pulling the door open with his foot as it stuck it in between the space of the two doors. With that, the boy stumbled into the dining room and blushed brightly. Elegant, ivory-hued hair fell beautifully over the boy's small, slender shoulders, some of the strands accentuating those captivating cerulean irises that peered out with wonder at the king and the young prince. He stumbled over slowly to the table and gently set the platter down, lifting the top of it up to reveal the dinner for the two: a large duck, seasoned perfectly and roasted just to the king's liking. "I hope you both enjoy, your majesties." His fingers curled into the fabric of the small white tunic he wore, body bowing respectfully. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

All the while, standing next to the right door that lead into the dining room, was a hulking beast of a man if there ever was one. To be a protector of such important people, you had to hire the most intimidating man as possible to ward off any potential attackers. That strategy had worked out pretty damn well so far. Standing at a towering six feet and six inches, Dimitri Valen was the epitome of a strong, noble knight that only had one goal in mind: protect the royal family with all his soul and be ready to jump straight into death if it meant protecting the people he cared about. The large man did not opt to wear his normal suit of armour inside of the castle, finding it to be far too stifling and cramped to wear around the palace all day. The man had chosen for a simple, sleeveless tunic and a pair of breeches that fit to the muscles of his powerful legs. Arms were left bare, the scarred, thick, muscular limbs on display to show exactly what he had gone through in his life. Soft brown hair was tied back into a small ponytail, the strands draping over the back of his neck and tickling the tanned skin there.

He could only chuckle as he watched Enoch stumble and do his best to seem professional. Even if he was a bit clumsy. Ah well... His eyes moved to the king and then to the prince, the boy he had been specifically hired to guard from his start as a guard of the castle. Dimitri had been hired at the age of twenty to care over the young six-year-old, make sure that he was completely safe and never stumbled into trouble. Now the boy was seventeen and Dimitri was thirty-one. His arms stayed crossed over his chest as he observed the prince, finding that the boy had changed so much over the course of just eleven years. The young, vibrant child had turned into an absolutely beautiful, stunning piece of art. Of course, the knight would never overstep his boundaries, so he admired from afar and kept his comments to himself. "M'lord..." Dimitri cleared his throat, looking to the prince. "I urge you to hurry up. You have a class in twenty minutes."​
 
((Dimitri didn't work D; ))

"Thank you Enoch," Kyrian said softly, nodding his head a little bit toward his young servant boy, Nicolaii nodded in thanks as well. This boy was the only one in this castle that he could stand, apart from Nicolaii and Dimitri. Though, sometimes even they got on his very last nerves. He reached out then, without care of who was watching and gently grabbed a lock of Enoch's long, beautiful hair and twirled it around in his fingers. "It's getting long," he said, cocking his head to the side a little bit, raising his eyebrows somewhat. "I do hope it's not enabling you to walk and run properly by getting in your eyes." Since he knew that Enoch could be a little clumsy at times.

When the sound of Dimitri's voice was in the room, both Kyrian and Nicolaii looked up at the large man and Nicolaii sighed a little bit. He really didn't like going to class. Such a waste. He looked away from Dimitri before the blush could been seen in a light tinge of pink on his cheeks. "How about you make me?" Nicolaii said in a teasing voice, looking back at Dimitri with a small grin when his moment of shyness was gone.
 
Dimitri Velen (Try now. xD)

The young servant boy smiled faintly and folded his fingers together in front of his stomach, jumping in surprise when he felt the king's fingers tangling in his hair and slowly beginning to stroke through it. Enoch enjoyed having long hair and he wouldn't change it for the world. The boy smiled softly and shook his head. "It's fine. Most of the time I wear it back anyway to keep it out of my eyes." He admitted. "I suppose I'm just a bit tired this morning and forgot, that's all." He bowed his head slowly and tilted his head. "Is there anything else I can get you, your majesty?" He asked, the question always spoken after Enoch had done something for the king. He had to make sure that he was entirely satisfied, after all. It was not every day that you could find a king that was so kind to not only his family, but his servants as well. It was definitely a shame that the man hadn't re-married after the years of his wife being dead.

The large knight lifted a brow and chuckled softly as the boy challenged him. "Nicolaii." He stated, his voice gruff as he crossed his powerful arms over his chest. "It's not below me to throw you over my shoulder and haul you to your classes like I did when you were little." HE warned. "And I'm sure you don't want to be seen flailing and squirming like a child." He stated, flicking his nose and grinning handsomely. "Now get up and let's go."​
 
Kyrian laughed softly at Enoch's question and shook his head lightly. "Well..." he said, changing his mind a little bit and nodded. "I want you to sit down and eat with me, since Nicolaii has to go to class now," the king glanced over at his son with a small smirk at him. "Shoo. I won't have a stupid prince take over my country. Listen to Dimitri. He knows what's good for you. Sometimes better than I do at some things."

Nicolaii blushed as Dimitri flicked his nose and then glanced over at his father when he spoke to him. He let out an annoyed sigh and stood up. "I know, I know..." he murmured under his breath with another sigh. He pushed in his chair and turned to Dimitri. "Lead the way!" he said in his best commanding voice he could do, which wasn't very demanding at all.
 
Enoch smiled quietly and blinked at the man's reply, tilting his head. Eat with the king...? The man had been kind to him before, but not this kind. It took him quite a while to even process the information, but by the time he did speak, Dimitri and Nicolaii were already gone. "O-Of course." He smiled softly and took a seat closer to the king's side of the table, his fingers brushing the soft strands of hair out of his eyes. He crossed his legs beneath him, watching Nicolaii leave and then glancing over to the king with a nervous smile on his face. "Uhm... I'll... get some wine if you like, sir." He offered, leaning over to get a bit of the food, placing it onto the plate in front of him and then turning his attention to the handsome man.

The knight chuckled and shook his head, finding it amusing that the little prince thought he could be demanding. He turned and strode out of the dining room and down the hall, slowing his strides considerably since he was much taller than the small prince. He glanced down and then ruffled his hair gently. "It'll only be for a few hours." He teased. "Perk up and don't be a little bastard to him." He grinned playfully.​
 
Kyrian watched the two leave the room before turning his attention back to Enoch. "Hmm...wine would be lovely. Bring enough for the both of us," he said, pushing a stray strand of jet black hair behind his ear. Then his hands grabbed all of his hair and flung it over his shoulders gracefully. Then he took out a blood red ribbon out of his pocket and tied his hair back at the nape of his neck. Having long hair was a disadvantage when eating. But he wouldn't cut his hair, having not cut it since his Queen had died.


Nicolaii glanced up at him and brushed his hair out of his face. "It's not my fault Talon seems to hate me," he said, fixing his hair so it wasn't messed up from the ruffle. "He thinks I'm some kind of spoiled brat. Not to mention he doesn't think males should be wearing tiaras. Speaking of which...I decided not to wear it today and see if he hates me any less."
 
The blonde smiled and rose up from the table. "Of course. One moment, your majesty." He bowed and rushed out of the room quickly. The honor of being able to dine with the king was one that had not been given to many. Besides his family, it was almost an impossibility to be offered such an opportunity. Enoch was going to cherish it for as long as he could. He brought back two bottles of the most delicious wine they had, or at least in his opinion it had to be. He held the glasses between his fingers and set them down carefully, pouring a bit of wine for the both of them and smiling to the older man. "I hope you enjoy it, your majesty." He settled down at the table once more and scooted up, remembering to use his utmost manners around the king. He cut into the duck slowly, taking a bite of it. "Mmm..."

The larger man chuckled and shook his head. "I'm sure he'll find some way to be hard on you. It's a strategy to make you stronger." He informed, grinning lightly. "More independent. Or at least that's how it affected me." He shrugged his broad shoulders as he moved along the hallway and towards the classrooms where Nicolaii would be confined for the next few hours. "I'll be back when your classes end to escort you back, your majesty." He chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Try not to be too much trouble, huh?" He winked, moving down the hallway once more to return to his post.​
 
Kyrian watched as Enoch got up and left and then watched as he came back and poured them some wine. He watched him take his first bite before starting in on his own plate, eating his duck with some of the best manners. "Tell the cook my thanks when you bring back the dishes," he said, nodding his head and glanced up at Enoch for a moment. He had sworn off getting remarried to another woman. It was very hard to find someone that wanted him for him and not for the wealth and power. Women were greedy like that, men too. But as he watched Enoch, he knew that the boy was not greedy and he liked that. Liked that a lot.


Nicolaii sighed and fixed his hair as he watched Dimitri walk away. his mouth nearly watered at the sight of his tight, firm ass walking away from him. He shook his head at himself and walked into the room. He couldn't be lusting over his guard. He had to find a princess. That was the point, his own little duty. But he couldn't help it. He liked that man for a very long time. At the beginning though, when Nicolaii was told that Dimitri would be his guard, he was only a little boy and did not like the fact that he was going to be babysat. But as years went by, he realized that he had grown to like Dimitri. A lot.
 
The young servant kept his legs crossed beneath him as he cut into the duck and popped the pieces into his mouth, taking small sips of his wine every so often. He was not much of an alcohol drinker, yet it was nice to have a treat every once in a while. The boy glanced up and at the king with a faint smile when the other was eating. He knew that the king had loved his wife very dearly and it would be hard to even think about remarrying. He had watched their love personally and he had been quite close to the queen before she had passed away, leaving Enoch to mourn as if she were his own family member. The man's statement made Enoch blush and he glanced down, cutting a piece of the duck and placing it in his mouth. Although the king was unaware, Enoch was the boy that cooked all the meals. The king never saw the cook or interacted with the other servants on a personal level, after all. How would he know? "I'll be sure to tell him."

The large man yawned softly as he took up his position beside the dining room doors, though standing on the outside this time to laeve the king to his privacy. His hands folded over his sword as he stood there beside the door, choosing to relax and think to himself a bit while Nicolaii was at his studies. The boy had matured greatly from his time as a child and he had grwn into quite the beautiful young man. Dimitri would be lying if he said that he didn't feel some sort of attraction to him, but what man in their right mind wouldn't? The boy was absolutely gorgeous, after all. Did it feel wrong to be attracted to a boy he had guarded from such a young age? Of course. That was why Dimitri had not laid a hand on the boy yet.​
 
"Thank you," Kyrian whispered and continued eating until there was only a few scraps left on his plate. He set down his fork and drank the rest of his wine. He let out a contented sigh and then glanced over at Enoch for a moment. When the boy was done eating, he cocked his head as he continued to stare. "Come here," he said softly, a small grin forming on his lips. He was by far not drunk. One glass of wine wouldn't do him in, but it would be a good excuse and or reason. Dark, almost black eyes admired the boy as graceful hands reached up to undo the ribbon that he had put in his hair.
 
The young servant finished off his duck and rubbed his stomach slowly, never really able to eat such a hot and well-prepared meal before the king was able to. Usually, the servants had to wait to eat. He finished off his wine and wiped his lips slowly, dabbing at them and then tilting his head at the man's statement. Nevertheless, the boy rose up onto his feet and then pushed the chair under the table, moving over to the king's side nad bowing his head. "Yes, your majesty?" Always the boy that was eager to please, it seemed. "Is there something I can get for you? More wine, perhaps?" He took hold of the bottle, a questioning gaze in his eyes.​
 
Black hair falling into his face, Kyrian took the bottle from his hands and set it back down. Reaching up, he gently brushed his fingers over Enoch's cheek slowly before cupping his cheeks in his hands. Then he brought the boy down and pressed their lips against each other. He held onto Enoch's face, not allowing the boy to pull away. His eyes fell to a close as he kissed, missing the feeling of someone's lips against his own. After a moment, he pulled back a little bit and opened his eyes, smiling a little bit at Enoch.
 
NaoChan said:
Black hair falling into his face, Kyrian took the bottle from his hands and set it back down. Reaching up, he gently brushed his fingers over Enoch's cheek slowly before cupping his cheeks in his hands. Then he brought the boy down and pressed their lips against each other. He held onto Enoch's face, not allowing the boy to pull away. His eyes fell to a close as he kissed, missing the feeling of someone's lips against his own. After a moment, he pulled back a little bit and opened his eyes, smiling a little bit at Enoch.
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Enoch was about ready to pour another glass until the bottle was snatched from his hands and set back down. He blinked and turned his attention to the king. "Your majesty, what..." He was cut off as the hands cupped his soft cheeks. His blue eyes were filled with confusion until he was pulled down and the lips pressed against his own. "Mmff!" It was a surprising action since no servant would ever dream of being kissed by the king. His fingers twitched and his lips parted in amazement, standing before the older man with a dazed look in his eyes. "Y-Your majesty... w-what... what was that for?"
 
Kyrian smiled and cocked his head again. "Mm...I'm not too sure...I've missed that feeling. Of lips against my own," he said softly, moving to stand up. "But I liked it..." he whispered, gently pushing Enoch against the table and pressed his body against his and put his finger to the boy's lips. "Ah...you have to be quiet...Dimitri is probably back from taking Nico to class..." he said, reaching up and brushing Enoch's hair out of his face slowly, his fingers gliding over his cheek.
 
The young servant was startled as the king rose up and pushed him back against the table. The king was being far too spontaneous. He hadn't ever expected the man to be this forward. "Mmn..." He bit his lower lip and stared up to him, staring behind him at the double doors and gulping. "I-I don't think... he would mind what you do, your majesty. He's not concerned with who you're with." He turned his attention back to the taller man, feeling the other's strong frame pressing against his own. "mmn..."​
 
"To be honest, Enoch, I have greatly missed someone in my bed...someone in my arms...someone to kiss...I've been very lonely, Enoch..." Kyrian whispered as he gently ground his body against his servant. His hand gently went up Enoch's shirt to brush against his smooth skin. "Now, I'm going to tell you want I want and since I know you are so willing to serve me...we shouldn't have any problems..." he said softly, his hand moving down Enoch's stomach slowly.
 
The young servant's blue eyes closed halfway and he let out a quiet groan as the other's words rang through his ears. "Y-Your majesty..." He whispered, his hands shakily moving up to grasp onto the man's shoulders. "O-Of course, your majesty... I'm a servant, and I'm bound to do what you say." His breath fell out in a shaky sort, his eyes peering in a hypnotized manner into the dark ones of the king. "Tell me what I can do for you, your majesty..."​
 
Kyrian then stepped back as a list of things Enoch could do for him ran through his head. Should he play with him here in the dining room, or up in his bedroom? He knew Enoch had never been in his room before. No one had but himself and sometimes Nicolaii. "Mm...let's see..." This was where they ate though, he didn't want to dirty up the table. "Let's go up to my bedroom, shall we?" he said softly, smiling a bit as he stepped away from Enoch. "Come," he ordered and strode out of the dining room. He didn't look behind if Enoch was follow, because he knew he was. He didn't say anything to Dimitri as he past either.
 
His legs lowered and he rested his feet on the floor, sliding off of the table in the process and staring silently at the king. He gulped and shuddered, anxiety racing through him. The king was really and truly interested in being with him? He had to be dreaming... this couldn't be real. Nevertheless, if he was dreaming, he was sure as hell doing his best to stay asleep. He followed the king out of the dining room. He glanced briefly to Dimitri who blinked, but said nothing as to why his king and the servant were walking off.

"W-What... what are we going to do?"​
 
"A variety of things," Kyrian answered easily, walking up the stairs to the higher floor. Not to high because his queen didn't like stairs all that much. She tired easily, especially when she started to get sick. He pushed open his doors to his large bedroom. Right in front of the door, on the opposite wall, was a very large, tall dark red bed. To the left was the large bathroom and to the right was the large walk in closet. And off in a little area in the closet was his queen's memorial. Various pictures of different things were hung up on the walls. There was a desk where he did a lot of his paper work against the wall.

Kyrian turned to Enoch with a small smile and walked backwards toward the bed. "Mm...strip for me..."
 
NaoChan said:
"A variety of things," Kyrian answered easily, walking up the stairs to the higher floor. Not to high because his queen didn't like stairs all that much. She tired easily, especially when she started to get sick. He pushed open his doors to his large bedroom. Right in front of the door, on the opposite wall, was a very large, tall dark red bed. To the left was the large bathroom and to the right was the large walk in closet. And off in a little area in the closet was his queen's memorial. Various pictures of different things were hung up on the walls. There was a desk where he did a lot of his paper work against the wall.

Kyrian turned to Enoch with a small smile and walked backwards toward the bed. "Mm...strip for me..."
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The blonde moved up the stairs with him, thankful that the stairs weren't too long. HIs arms were wrapped tightly around himself as he moved into the king's bedroom, feeling as if he was getting to step into forbidden territory. He peered around quietly, his eyes dancing over the bed, the bathroom, and the closet. He gulped and shuddered as the other commanded him. He looked down at his tunic and his breeches, blushing and folding his fingers over his stomach. He hesitated for a long moment before he loosened his tunic and slid it over his head slowly, revealing the smooth, pale skin of his feminine torso. He shuddered as the cold air hit his bare skin.

Afterward, his fingers moved down to his pants and he loosened them, sliding them down and over his pale legs. "N-Nnn..."
 
Kyrian's eyes took in the lovely sight of the naked Enoch. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it over his head. His stomach was rippled with small muscles, not nearly as large of Dimitri's though. He unbuckled his pants and let them drop as well, revealing his hardened seven and a half inch erection. He walked over to Enoch and wrapped his arms around him, his hands grabbed his ass and squeezing it, pressing Enoch up against his erection and rubbed against him. Then, he gently stepped back toward the bed, his arms never leaving the boy.
 
The younger male's lips parted in wonder as he observed the sight of the man sliding the shirt away from his body and revealing his bare torso. He gulped and shuddered, his eyes staying locked on the king and nearly falling straight to his knees when he was given a glimpse of the man's erection. "Mmngh..." He whimpered weakly. His body pressed up against the king's larger one and he let out a soft groan as the hands grasped his round ass and squeezed. "Your majesty~!" He panted, his hips grinding forward eagerly against the king's own.​
 
Kyrian laughed softly, picking Enoch up by his ass and set him onto the bed. He kissed the boy again before getting on the bed and laying out in the middle with his legs spread. "MMmmm...I want you to get me all nice and wet..." he whispered, his hand stroking up and down his length slowly. "So that it will be a little easier for entrance," he smirked and cocked his head to the side. He really didn't know what had come over him. But he needed this right now.
 
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