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My Princess.. Er.. Prince. (WishXDon't)

And they were back to fighting. That certainly didn't last long...

Reese's eyes narrowed at the man as he briefly fought to keep the reins to himself, only to loose them to the other man. He took hold of his own saddle in return, doing what he could to keep from falling off of the animal as she was turned to follow the stallion. The dapple grey mare put up a struggle of her own, tugging against the motion with a firm snort, but followed as soon as she couldn't any more. "Callisto has been with me for years," Reese reminded the man. "I know what she's capable of. With or without a colt." He reached forward nudging the animal's neck with his hand, receiving another snort in return. Both of them were fully prepared to argue with the males if needed. "This would go much better if you'd let me do things I enjoyed," he complained with a hiss.

The young colt continued to follow behind its parents, moving to the stallion's side, trotting happily beside it's father for a moment before falling back again to return to its mother. Reese took a look towards the smaller animal before turning back to Ewan, his body still as tense as it was last time they were alone. There was no chance he would be able to relax around this man. Just about the time he thought he had a chance of getting just a bit of freedom, the man would turn a full one hundred and eighty degrees and cut him off from everything again. He would imagine that if he could, Ewan would stop him from thinking on his own. This whole plan was a bad idea. Just bad.

"What would you have to teach me about my horse?" he questioned, giving the animal a small nudge so she could catch up with the other horse. If she was going to be tied to the stallion, the least Reese could do was have her keep up with it; to at least pretend they were equal.
 
Ewan gritted his teeth as Reese complained, the words only granting Reese a dark grown of disapproval. "If you haven't noticed i'm trying! But you constantly demand things of me that i refuse to give." He barked the words back in Reese's direction, eyes narrowed as he slowly led Reese's horse towards the stable once again. it was still around the other side of the castle from where they were, though the shortest way there would of been back through the garden. That however, was out of the question. Like hell he was going to pull a fuming Reese through a crowd of people only to have them stare and ask questions about what had happened. He wouldn't put himself or Reese through that.

At the question Ewan pulled his horse to a stop once again, staring at Reese for a moment as if he was deciding something before he sighed softly. "How about the fact that your horse is tired. By the way she's moving one of her horseshoes is also loose." He pointed to one of her back legs though anyone not used to taking care of horses like Ewan was wouldn't noticed the slight limp that was barely there when the mare moved. "Not to mention the fact that she agitated, Not because i've taken lead of her but because your upset. Your emotions affect how your horse reacts." His own stallion snorted, tossing his head in agitation. "She's getting up in her years, she's no filly any more Riley. She made a half a day's journey in eight hours, while trying to feed a colt. You shouldn't even be riding her more than an hour and she's been traveling since this morning. Her colt may be fine but she isn't. Take that into consideration before you decide whether you want to ruin her or not. one wrong thing will not only destroy your mare but kill her colt. I don't have any other mare's with foals. If you loose her you will loose him as well." With that he untied the reins from his saddle and tossed them back at Reese, giving him a glare before he clucked to his horse and started him back towards the barn.

Ewan was pissed. Much more pissed than he usually was. It was to the point that he wasn't even going to bother with physical violence. Reese deserved worse than that and the moment they were alone he was going to teach Reese why he wasn't supposed to disobey him.
 
Reese returned the glare as soon as Ewan gave him one. He had made her make the trek that day? He hadn't been able to see his mare in almost a week; he could have been moving her during that time, not waiting for the last minute. As he spoke, Reese made it a point to look at her leg or the foal, depending on what was being brought up at the moment. Either way, he didn't need someone else telling him how to take care of his horse. "Your stable boys should have addressed her shoe then," he snapped back as soon as he got the reins back. He didn't care what Ewan was saying about their own relationship, he was bringing up things with his mare that no owner in the right mind would want to think about. His relationship with Callisto was closer, and longer, than anything he could wish for with a human. The two of them understood each other on a whole other level that it would be hard for anyone else to beat. The prince knew she had made the journey in such small of time yet still gave him the gift and expected him to not want to ride the mare again? What exactly was he thinking?

He gave the two of them some distance before patting the mare's neck, running his hand over her as he released a solid sigh. "You can make it, can't you?" he asked, almost begging the animal to prove something to the man. Callisto turned her head enough to look at her colt before nudging him ahead slightly and snorting with another shake of her head. Reese smiled and brushed his hand over her neck again before sitting up. "Come on, girl. Run it out. I know you're fine. And you're still young. Don't listen to the brute." He drew in a deep breath, eyes narrowing at Ewan once again before clicking his tongue, turning Callisto in a circle around her foal. "Come on," he muttered before clicking his tongue again, sending the mare forward, slowly gaining speed to catch up with the prince long enough to pass one final message to him. "She's younger than I am, by the way."

Callisto didn't leave any room for a response. She picked up speed again, carrying Reese further ahead, making her way directly towards the barn. Reese was an excellent rider who was ready for anything the animal was going to bring to challenge him. Luckily, it seemed to be flat for the most part, so it was a safe trip. Until the other two arrived at least. The foal followed closely behind its mother, moving happily along with her and her rider, slowing with them as they came to the barn. Reese smiled and pat the mare again before sliding from the saddle to receive a nuzzle from Callisto, only letting his smile grow in return. The foal continued to move until Callisto scolded him in her own way, which was when he settled down and stopped in the open space beside them.
 
Yes, he was going to whip Reese for his behavior the moment they were alone, especially now that he thought he could push a mare that had just given birth to a foal only days prior.

When Reese came by and shouted those words he didn't even bother with giving a response, tightening his hold on his own stallion as he shook his head. Of course she was younger than him. Reese was easily three times the age of his mare and his mare didn't have much chance of living past her fourteenth birthday. Reese's lack of knowledge only sicked Ewan even more. For every thing he found wrong with his wife the more he regretted his parents decision to agree with Reese's kingdom. He understood though. A marriage between him and Riley would mean the kingdom would grow. His mother would have more power and that was all that she wanted. Though Ewan didn't see himself relinquishing any kind of power to the woman but he understood her train of thought. Scoffing slightly he urged his own well rested stallion faster, easily pushing him into a trot to follow after Reese though when he got to the stable he trotted past him and into the stable, smiling gently at the sound of his horses hooves clopping on the stone floor. It had always been a comfort to hear a horses hooves on stone, one that he was grateful for his father showing him. Pulling the horse to a stop he slide from his saddle, giving him a pat on his neck and pushing him away so the large animal could move towards his own stable.

Slowly he followed the large beast, not even bothering to see if Reese had followed him inside or not as he moved into the stall and removed his horses saddle and bridle before gently closing the door behind him. It was only a matter of seconds before a groom appeared with brush in hand, bowing to Ewan before stepping into the stallions stall and getting to work. All of Ewan's horses had personal grooms, two horses to each groom. Ewan made damn sure they were well taken care of. in battle the only thing you could truly rely on was yourself and your horse, your horse was your partner and now that the war was over he was going to make sure his horse was well taken care of till the day he died.

Finally he looked to Reese, pointing to a stall at the end of the barn. The stall was large enough for both the mare and the foal with room to spare. There being a point to that after all. Though Ewan didn't even bother to voice it as he walked across the barn and towards another stall, the honey colored mare that stuck her head out towards him was greeted with a gentle pet on her nose, a slight content smile on Ewan's face as he waited for Reese to be done so they could head back towards the castle.
 
Reese remained outside for another minute or so before following his lead inside, taking his own mare to the proper stall. The mare nudged the smaller male several times, bringing several light, soft comments from him as he responded to every touch, joking around with the animal in their own special way. He knew that the animal couldn't understand him like he would have wanted her to, but the two of them knew when the other was harassing each other without a doubt between them that it was all just play. Callisto was Reese's friend and some times, she was his only companion. She didn't care what gender he truly was, who he was pretending to be or about the disease that he had as a child. She only cared that he paid attention to her, took care of her and that she could make him happy. Reese spent countless hours sitting with the mare, talking about whatever came to mind and whatever seemed to be bothering him. It was a friendship others could only dream about.

The young colt interrupted their moment by nudging the man's leg, drawing bits of both of their attention towards him before Reese was gestured out by the stable hand. If it wasn't for him, there was a good chance Reese would stay out in the stable all night. He thanked him, but there wasn't a bit of warmth in his voice. He hated having to go that early. Certainly not back to the cruel man waiting for him down the stable. The amber-eyed male sucked in a deep breath, studying what mood he may have been in before calmly approaching him, doing what he could to keep a neutral front around others. He knew as soon as he came within range of the man's arm, he was doomed to be pulled back to the bedroom, forced to take whatever punishment he could barely see brewing beneath Ewan's content smile.
 
Ewan didn't even look over when Reese finally left the stall and headed over towards him. For a little while there he had thought he was going to have to drag the man out. However, a gesture to a groom had the man asking Reese to leave the stall so he could get his work done and for Reese to make his way over. For a few minutes he kept his eyes on the mare before him, a beautiful mare of Marwari breed. She was a rare find and the moment Ewan had heard of her he had bought her from her owner. There was only one person in his mind he wished to see on her back and that was Reese. Though he wasn't sure Reese would be able to handle such a high spirited animal and it was one of the reason's he had wanted to see how well Reese could handle and care for a horse. Now that he had, he wasn't sure Reese even deserved such a rare animal.

Pulling in a breath he finally looked to Reese, eyes going across the man's timid frame before he stepped forward and grabbed hold of Reese's arm. With a yank he pulled him over and into his hard chest, not giving Reese much chance to do much more. "I do not know if you even deserve the things i wish to give you." He huffed the words darkly, giving a slight shake of his head as he pressed a gentle kiss against that soft hair. Punishment could be dealt out later, once they were finally back in their room but for the moment he'd ignore Reese's blatant irresponsible behavior. Without removing his hand from Reese's arm he stepped back again, lips pressed into a thin line as he looked into Reese's face. "I'll ignore your little stunt for now. But don't think you won't be punished. Your going to have to learn to listen to me when i tell you to do something. The next time might get you killed." There was still many enemies in the city just waiting to get their hands on Reese to kill him.

Looking away he once again looked to the horse, releasing Reese so he could reach out and grab the mare's bridle. After quickly clipping a rope to her halter he held the rope out towards Reese. "She's yours as well. For when your in the city." once Reese took the rope he unlocked the stall door and pushed the door open to reveal that she was already saddled. "Her name is Ginji. A man brought her from India and i bought him from her to be a riding companion for you." Turning he walked over to the stall beside it, pulling open the door and grabbing the halter of the horse inside. Easily he led out the beautiful black/brown stallion inside, his gentle features making him look rather laid back. He was of Morgan breed and he was the one that Ewan had chosen to replace his own stallion for riding purposes. "Would you like to see the city?"
 
The man's amber eyes lingered over the horse as he approached, doing what he could to keep from looking at the cross man in front of him. The horse certainly was beautiful, but he didn't get to look for very long. Ewan's wrath was coming and he felt it first in his arm as he was tugged towards him once again. At least he was keeping himself calm enough to make it appear as if the couple was happy, to keep the embarrassment down around others. That was the only thing that kept Reese's mouth shut. He didn't want to deal with the stares any more than Ewan did. The man bit the inside of his bottom lip to make sure that nothing was said, but in turn his lips turned a pale pink, giving hints of his own displeasure in what was about to happen. But threats like that was not something that Reese was planning to roll over and take. He was already prepared for the moment they reentered Ewan's bedroom.

That was obviously going to be put on hold. Apparently there was still more to do before returning, not that Reese was going to argue. He wasn't looking forward to returning to the room and having to spend the night with the man. Without another second to waste, he did what he could to suppress the light exhaustion he was beginning to feel in return for the long trip and the painful experiences of the day. Ewan had already gone ahead and taken the new pair of horses from their stalls, showing their own beauty to his 'wife' before offering the mare to him. Reese took the rope from the man, offering his hand to the horse with a peace offering of a half a carrot. "Ginji," he softly repeated, more to himself as he tested how the name felt rolling off his tongue and into the still stable air.

Once again, Ewan grabbed Reese's attention in another direction. His response was silent, but he agreed to the offer with a nod of his head. "If you wouldn't mind," he calmly stated. Even if he wasn't going to be in the city for very long, it would be important for him to see the place he would be staying in, especially since the two had recently been married. The rest of the city who couldn't be at the wedding was probably dying to see the royal couple and it wouldn't be fair to make them wait much longer. Reese brushed his hand over the nose of the mare in front of him, almost ashamed to be leaving his own mount behind. He had never ridden another horse that wasn't his own since the day he got her. Riding a new gift would be awkward, especially one of another country. He only hoped the commands and style would be the same as what he knew. It would make his life that much easier if they were.
 
He frowned once his eyes settled on Reese again, noticing the way he looked uncertain about getting on the new mare. Reese's nerves were going to set Ginji off, especially since the two had never met before. "Got on her. The longer you wait the more nervous your going to make her." He gave a shake of his head, tightening his hand on his reins as his own mount tossed his head in annoyance. "I had a trainer sent over to your kingdom once she was bought to learn how you handle your horse and then train Ginji. She will do anything your mare did and will respond to the same commands. Now get on her back before i have to come over there and throw you up." His words were slightly growled, eyes narrowed as he waited for Reese to follow his command before he pulled on the reins and turned his own horse around. With a flick of the reins ushered his own forward, not even bothering to look back to make sure that Reese was up and following before he was out the stall doors once again.

Slowly he made his way towards the front gates, well slow for a morgan. The horses leg's stretched farther than Reese's Marwari making it the perfect running horse. A horse like this was made for speed, the very thing Ewan was having to hold back as the horse practically pranced beneath him.

When they finally reached the front gates he slowed, pulling his mount to a stop so he could finally look over at Reese. Slowly his eyes slipped over the man's form, taking in his dress and the way he sat on that horse and the way the two looked together before he pulled in a breath and started forward. With a nod the guards opened the gates, a cheer breaking out beyond the gates as the crowd caught their first sight of Ewan and Riley together.
 
The prince didn't need to be told twice. He was in enough trouble with Ewan that he knew better than to even hesitate at following one of his commands. He was still just slightly nervous about the idea of a new horse, but he didn't dare wait another minute to swing his leg over the side and take a seat on the saddle. It felt new and was just that more awkward. And he could feel that Ginji was already picking up on that fact. He sucked in a quick breath, gripped the reins and started along behind Ewan. The amount of growls that he was giving him was bothering Reese to no end and he didn't see it stopping again any time soon. There was nothing he could do now to take back what had happened just minutes earlier.

But either way, Reese began to follow Ewan and his horse, thankfully being able to use the same commands he was used to. Yet another thing that Ewan had done to make him feel more at home, but it still wouldn't outweigh what he had already done or was going to do to the man. During the short walk to the gate, Reese did what he could to get used to the new mare, keeping some distance between the two of them. The last thing he wanted was to get too close to the man and mess anything up any more than he already did. But as soon as they came close...

Reese had to regain his position as not only Riley and the position of wife, but the open space beside Ewan. The horse beside him was far prouder than the last horse Ewan was on and it seemed to suit him far better. In Reese's opinion, at least. Bu that thought didn't last very long, as his attention turned as soon as the doors began to open. The crowd outside was waiting for them just as Reese thought they would be. And everyone seemed happy to finally see the 'lovely couple'. If only they knew what really was going on. But that didn't matter; Riley put on a kind smile and greeted several of the closer city-dwellers with a sweet word. It was clear they were already falling for 'her', despite just arriving in the palace.
 
Ewan was confident as he urged his horse forward, ignoring the cheers and words of congratulations thrown his way as his steed slowly made it through the crowd. Hands reached towards them, touching their legs as the guards tried to keep them back. Though try as they might they weren't doing very well, the crowd was pushing against them to get to the two royals. Ewan frowned darkly as he ushered his horse closer to Ginji, bending over so he could whisper in the horses ear. The Hindi he spoke made the mare snort, kicking out slightly as suddenly she lurched forward taking Reese with her. It wasn't until they had made it from the growing crowd that Ewan caught up with them, reaching out and tugging at Ginji's reins, that same fluid language slipping from his lips as he calmed her down. The mare snorted, ears pinned back as she danced beneath Reese. "Woa, Ginji. Woa." He released her reins, once again giving control over to Reese as he pulled his own stallion to a stand still. The pattering of feet was the only clue that the crowd was following them, obviously wanting to get more than just one look at their new princess. "Come, I think it's time to find out just how fast that mare of yours is." He smirked, something playful sparking in those eyes before he snapped his wrist and urged his own horse into a dead panned run.

The streets mostly clear as Ewan urged his horse forward, loving the feeling of muscles moving beneath furred skin as his horse ran. This particular horse he hadn't had a thought to name yet, for the simple fact that he hadn't even thought of one. This wasn't a war horse, he wouldn't be seeing battle any time soon but that wasn't what he was meant for. This speed, the agility he showed as he dodged street vendors and jumped over crates was what he was for and the way his horse tossed his head in pure joy only made it obvious how much his horse liked this too.
 
Reese was caught off guard at how close the people were getting. Touching the royals was something that was held for special occasions in his country, not simply because they were walking through the streets. He understood that today was a big deal to people, but he wasn't prepared to be touched at all. After the first few touches, Reese inched away, shooting several glares at the nearby guards for not doing their job and keeping people away from them. He liked listening and speaking to the people he was sworn to protect, but on his ground when he wanted and certainly without all the touching. He could feel Ginji become distracted, only to see Ewan sit up right before the mare began to take off straight ahead. Reese had enough time to grab the reins and hold on while the animal moved with a mind of her own along the streets until it came time for her to slow to a casual stop. Typically, Ewan's assistance would be unwelcome, but this was a special case with a new animal. Reese barely muttered a word of thanks before the man brought forth a new 'brilliant' idea.

This one was better than the idea of marriage but still not the most favourable idea he's ever heard. A race through the city streets... that should be 'fun'. Either way, Ewan was starting off on his own and Reese had to catch up. With practised ease, thanks to the horse trainer, he gave Ginji a squeeze with his legs while lightly snapping the reins to send the mare forward, gaining speed to catch up with the two men. Ginji was breed for speed and agility, Reese could feel that much. The horse knew exactly where her muscles were and where she wanted to go. Carts, crates, uneven ground; none of it could slow her down once Ginji got into a run. People dove out of the way of the horses while others simply stood still, knowing that it was safer than running from a fast moving animal such as a horse.

It didn't take long for Reese to catch up to Ewan, but he began to match his speed as soon as they were side by side, swerving between shops and stands of the townspeople around them. He was ready to keep going for as long as Ewan was and certainly as long as the horses would allow. This was what he loved about horseback riding; the wind in his hair, his mind on one simple thing: Don't. Stop. Running.
 
Ewan chuckled softly when Reese finally caught up with him, beautiful eyes sparkling with mischief as he grabbing at the reins and tugged hard, forcing the stallion to neigh loudly as he slide to a stop only to take a sharp right and start the run back up. the side street was small forcing anyone in it to flatted against the buildings on either side as he galloped passed. This had always been one of his favorite past times when he had been a child and something his parents had encouraged. learning the streets and knowing how to easily maneuver them was a must for him. In the off chance the enemy ever made it over their walls and into the inner city he would need to be able to get out even if there were men chasing him. The city itself had been designed as a maze, with short cuts and dead ends and bends that looked like dead ends. It had been totally designed for the royal's safety. if he was being followed it would easy for him to loose the one following him and that was just what he was doing with Reese, getting him lost in the maze of turns and stop's and double backs until Ewan himself was certain the princess had no idea where he was.

For a few moments he allowed Reese to fret, try to figure out where he was. Get a little bit of fear in him as punishment for his earlier actions. Yes, he wanted to show Reese the city but he wanted him to also learn that here, in his city, Reese was always going to be the follower. Reese, or Riley. Both sides of the man was going to have to learn how to follow his orders completely, with no questions asked. Knowing Ewan would do what was best for him. Because he would. He would lead Reese in the direction he needed to go, whether the stupid bastard wanted to or not. Reese was no longer in control of his life, no longer could barter or talk his way out of this. He belonged to Ewan now. From the very moment he said I do and his father had willingly handed him over. There was also the fact that he had a secret he needed Ewan to hide for him, one that would be devastating to his kingdom and one Ewan was willing to hide as long as it got him what he wanted as well.

It wasn't more than ten minutes before Ewan slowly moved his horse back towards his wife, listening for the sounds of Ginji's hooves on the cobblestone as he searched her out. It shouldn't be that hard to find Reese, as long as the man did the smart thing and stayed in one place.
 
With each turn, Reese began to connect the dots more. This city was built in one of the strangest fashions he had ever seen, no matter how much it made sense to do it in that way. It was set up as if it was ready to take an attack at any time. Ewan's kingdom was certainly a war-ready one, it was obvious even if his country had never been at war with them. And it didn't take long for Reese to realize what the man was doing. He was purposely getting him lost in the massive maze, only to come in at the last moment and pull some smart ass remark from his pocket, making things between the two of them even worse. It wasn't just Reese that wasn't bending; Ewan had barely moved from his position once they met and although Reese wasn't the easiest to work with, he had folded against his will far more than the other man had. It was a two way street, but Ewan had decided that he was the larger cart on that road.

Reese came to a stop, looking around the small alcove he had found on one of the side streets. There was nothing fancy about it and bricks were beginning to fall off the wall, but he could barely keep track of what spots he had seen let alone the way back to the palace. And even if he got there early, he would have to deal with the large crowds waiting outside. No, this was sadly, the better torture method. He came out of the boxed in area to one that was a bit more open and allowed himself to look around the street. There was no sun to tell the time by, leaving Reese to a guess of the time and what direction he should be going. They had stayed out quite late and after a long day of travel and high energy events, the newly married 'princess' was growing tired. He wanted the games to be over, at least for the day, and a chance to get a good rest.

Without moving Ginji too much, the prince began to search for Ewan, doing his own listening for the hooves as he hoped he was coming closer. After a minute or so, he pat the horse's head and closed his eyes with a sigh. "Let's head home," he told her, nudging her forward slowly. Animals always knew where 'home' was, so he could only hope that Ginji could work out the maze before one of them began to fall asleep.
 
The sound of hooves had him pulling his horse up short, looking around the corner to see Reese leaned forward over Ginji's neck as the mare slowly moved forward. Not very smart, to be moving around in an unknown city. Obviously Reese's survival skills lacked in a few places. When lost you weren't supposed to move, you were supposed to stay still. Though he couldn't help but welcome that fact when a ruckus broke out behind him. Gripping his stallion's reins he glance back, a fight spilling out onto the street as he gritted his teeth. There wasn't much he could do other than try and stop it. Though he hesitated, glancing back in Reese's direction for a moment before he pointed in the direction of the castle. A few quick words in Hindi had Ginji stopping to listen before started forward again, a new skip in her step as she followed the command to head home. English was lost on the mare but thankfully for her, her last owner had taught the prince the commands he would need to know. Once Ewan was sure that Ginji was safely taking Riley back home he turned his own stallion around, urging him towards the pile of men throwing fists at each other.

By the time he had gotten the fight broken up he had more than one bruise to show for it, a busted lip and a cut on his hip from a knife. Thankfully it hadn't taken more than thirty minutes for him to break it up though he would of gladly headed back home with Reese if it hadn't been his princely duty to stop things like that from happening. It was a stupid fight anyways, the men drunk and angry for one thing or the other. Ewan didn't care, just wanted it done and over with. His muscles ached as he pulled himself back on his horse and urged him forward, turning his horse into the streets so he could make his way back to the castle. Ginji would get Reese home safe. Through the back gate this time, away from the crowds. It was the only way the horse knew how to go, a fact Ewan himself had made damn sure was drilled in the horses brain. If anything happened he would always be able to send Reese back home quickly, with Ginji taking the safest route.

By the time he made it back to the barn blood had seeped through his shirt, soaking the top edge of his pants and making him feel like cursing as he dropped from his stallions back and to the ground. Gritting his teeth he quickly removed his stallions bridle and saddle, giving him over to a stable hand so he could find his wife. hopefully the man had had enough sense to wait for him in their room. It wasn't like Reese knew how to get to anywhere else in the castle.
 
Reese barely argued with the man or the horse on which direction to take to get back in to the castle. Exhaustion began to take over and at that point, Reese was just caring about getting back to his new home and into his bed. As soon as Ginji had gotten them back to the stables, he slid off her back, holding the reins long enough to say a short thank you, feed her a carrot and lead her back into her assigned stall. The stable hands took it from there, saying a short good night to the princess before she headed out of the stable and back into the castle. No one bothered Reese as he took the same path back to their bedroom as the time before. The party was still going on in the grand hall and for half a second, he debated about going in and grabbing something to drink or something to snack on. But that could only end badly, in several ways; he could get stopped and pulled into some long conversation, the queen could stop him or worst of all, Ewan could find out. Reese didn't want to see the outcome of any of those ideas so instead he continued back into their room, double checking with a nearby guard that he was going in the right direction.

Once inside, Reese shut the door tightly, making sure it was locked, and collapsed onto the bed. The last thing he wanted was to be in the middle of changing, or simply resting, and someone barge inside. It could go over simple or it could ruin everything. With Reese's luck, it would be a horrible catastrophe. He could get up and unlock the door when Ewan got to the door to allow him inside, only to turn around and lock it again once he was inside. Then maybe, if he was really lucky, he could get some sleep.
 
Ewan gritted his teeth as he made his way through the castle, guards instantly going on high alert at the condition their prince was in. It was an almost instant reaction, one that Ewan could only hope didn't get back to his mother, as the guards called for the doctor to see to Ewan's wounds. The prince ignored them all though, wanting nothing more than to make sure that his wife had made it back safe before he even thought of getting himself bandaged.

By the time he had reached his room the doctor had found him, muttering around him as he inspected the knife wound on his side. "Dammit! I said it's fine now will you stop poking and prodding at the damn thing! Your only making it bleed worse!" He was practically yelling at the doctor now as he yanked his own shirt from the man, grabbing the door handle to his bedroom only to find it locked. "Fucken shit!" He cussed loudly, fist banging on the door. "Open the damn door Riley! Before i find the damn strength to knock the damned thing down!" He wasn't in the mood for this. Not only did his body ache but now he was locked out of his room. At least he knew that Reese had made it back without getting caught up in that bullshit.

The moment the door opened he practically stumbled inside, slamming the door shut in the doctors face before he could enter and locking it back. "i should have kick all their ass's for the trouble their causing me." He grumbled the words as he grabbed at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before dropping it to the ground. The moment his shirt was gone the wound became obvious, the gaping slice across his hip and stomach still bleeding. It probably needed stitches. Or at least some wrapping but all Ewan wanted was a bath and then to go to sleep. Screw the party, screw everything else for the moment. He just wanted sleep.
 
Reese was on his feet in an instant, opening the door and allowing it to close. As his husband removed his shirt, he let out a stunned gasp. "What the hell happened to you?" he demanded, approaching him with worry, not bothering to think about his rage. "You jeed treatment. Before you get into that bed." He didn't cqre if it was really Ewan's or what the prince wanted, Riley refused to have a bleeding man in the bed. With a swift movement, he dove into his bag, grabbing two rope-wrapped glass bottles and pulling them out from the inner most pouch of his bag.

"Pants off," he instructed, pointing to the man's body then the bed. "And sit. You're not sleeping tonight while you're bloody, I swear to all things holy. Get your ass down and let me help you." If needed, Reese would use the wounds against him which may have made them worse, but it would prove a point.
 
Ewan paused in the door way to the bathroom when Reese gasped, turning to look back at him in confusion before frustration swept across his face. The little bastard was ordering him around again? Like hell. "I don't know if you've noticed but i was going to wash the damn blood off. If your so hell bent on bandaging me then your going to have to come in here cause like hell am i going to sit around feeling disgusting like this." with that he turned, continuing into the bathroom without bothering to shut the door behind him. It was up to Reese on whether he came in there or not.

once inside he undid his pants, letting them fall along with his boxers as he grabbed a towel and dunked it into a basin of water used for washing hands. slowly he looked down at the wound, gritting his teeth darkly at the jagged line the old knife had made as it sliced through his skin. it would heal, eventually. Like all things usually did. Gently he started to dab at it, dunking the towel back into the water when it got too bloody before continuing his work. it wasn't like he wanted to go to bed bleeding. or feeling like something was branding him on his side all night but that was what he had to deal with because he was the prince. it was his duty to keep his people safe, even if it was just from some drunken assholes who couldn't handle their liquor. "Reese!" He snapped the man's name, gritting his teeth as he dropped the hand towel back into the bowl as he turned. "Get me a change of clothes while your at it. Preferably something i can sleep in." He was back to ordering the man around, even in his pained state.
 
Reese let out a low growl but got the man a proper change of clothes before he entered the bathroom. Setting everything down on the counter, he grabbed a fresh rag and picked up one of bottles. He poured a bit of the clear liquid onto it before reaching out towards Ewan, taking the rag out of his hand to finish dabbing the wounds that he couldn't easily reach. "Let me," he demanded, pressing the rag against the rest of his wound before adding his own liquid. Despite it's sour smell, a slight chill began to surround the man's wounds with each dab. No matter what Ewan was bout to say, Reese wasn't going to stop. He knew medicines and how to work with the proper herbs and ingredients to make up whatever he wanted. Including the item he was using at that very moment. That was the one good thing that came out of his sickness. Reese began interested in the healing arts, hoping to be able to help his city in case something like it came along again. The current item was one of his own mixes, used only on special occasions, such as a stubborn fighter who refused to get help from others. It cleaned the wound without the common stinging feeling, as well as helped the healing process along much quicker than if he was left to heal on his own.

"I'd like to see the other guy," he muttered aloud, taking a good look at the man's wounds. He made sure to pat down each wound with the liquid, letting it go through it's proper stages: chilling, warmth and finally a light numbing touch. The man let out a soft sigh as he finished with the rag and picked up several bandages kept in the bathroom. He wasted no time in continuing his work until Ewan had been patched up, once again, not listening to any complaints he might have had. "Better," he finally said, picking up the loose cloth pants he had picked up for the prince. "They'll have to be changed tomorrow morning. The doctor could do a better job but..." He looked Ewan over completely. "We'll see..."
 
Ewan's eyes darted up to Reese when he walked into the bathroom, frowning slightly as the man grabbed a fresh rag and then started to pat at the cut. A soft hiss of air slipped between his lips at the first contact of towel to his slightly swollen flesh, forcing himself to stay still as he allowed Reese to take care of him. That was what a wife was for, wasn't it? To patch him up when the fighting was done. To be there when she was needed. To be his other half.

The slight chill made him shiver slightly, leaning forward so he could grabbed the edge of the counter instead of grabbing Reese as he dabbed at his wounds. It didn't take long for the cold feeling to turn warm and then numb, a soft sigh leaving his lips as his hands relaxed though didn't release the counter. "Guys. Five of them. out celebrating too long. I didn't care for the detail's but one of them said something other didn't like and they all went at it." He gave a shake of his head, finally fully standing to run a hand through his hair. Silently he waited for Reese to be finished, watching as he placed bandages in the appropriate places and then one across his hip and stomach over the cut. He would eventually have to see the doctor, he knew that but there was only thing he wanted to do. Turning he reached out and grabbed Reese's arm, fingers gently as he pulled him over and wrapped his arm's around him. Gently he hugged him, face pressed into the man's hair as he took in a deep breath. "Thank you. But don't think this mean's i won't punish you for what happened earlier. Your lesson isn't over yet." He whispered the words softly, tightening his grip on the man so he wouldn't try and pull away. "Though for the record, you will make a wonderful wife."
 
Luckily Ewan didn't complain too much. Reese was expecting to hear hisses and a bit more fighting, but he was pleased with the simple hisses and grabbing of the counter. At least it wasn't him he was holding onto. He kept an ear out for anything unusual coming from the man, including his part of the conversation which quickly came along after he recovered from the initial feeling of the medication. Reese let out a slow, slightly pained hum in response to the man's story. The exact details didn't matter but it explained how he got so beaten up within such a small amount of time. Reese didn't care to hear many more of the details and luckily the other man didn't continue. Just that quick explanation was enough for him to accept what had happened. His thoughts on bundling up what he had pulled out were quickly interrupted by the man pulling him closer by his arm and giving him a light hug.

Reese was careful not to touch Ewan where it would hurt, but he returned the touch carefully and allowed his eyes to close for a short moment. That was, until Ewan reminded him that he was still going to be punished. Reese drew in a breath, quickly unsettled by that idea, only to turn his face upwards towards the man. He was about to comment, even argue against it, only to stop when the other man's grip changed and he gave him a compliment. The man's eyes drifted down for a moment only to return to his husband to place a kiss on his unharmed cheek. He couldn't promise that he would be a perfect 'wife' or anything even close, but wonderful was a nice agreement. "You won't be too bad yourself," he admitted, simply running with the feeling surrounding the two of them at that moment. Reese didn't think it would last very long though. "But I don't think you should do any punishing tonight," he advised, gesturing towards the bandages. "I don't think you would want to ruin yourself even more." And Reese could hope that he wouldn't decide it was a good idea. At least maybe his wedding night would be a nice one.
 
The kiss made Ewan gulp gently, unsettled by the fact that such a thing had been so willingly given to him by Reese. It had seemed like Reese didn't care about him till a few minutes ago and he couldn't help but second guess punishing the man for his behavior. That is until he spoke again, causing a displeased frown to cross his lips. Taking a step back he scoffed slightly, bending down to pick Reese up and throw him over his shoulder. "And allow you to get away with your behavior today." He gave another scoff, keeping a firm grip on Reese as he started out of the bathroom. That is not before he grabbed the pants Reese had brought for him. Quickly he carried Reese over to the bed, dropping him onto the mattress before he reached down to where they had left the rope from before. "As if i would allow you to get away with something like that." He gave a shake of his head, smirk settling on his features as he grabbed one of Reese's hands and looped the rope around it. He had to be careful here. There would be talk if he left any kind of visible mark on him, at least for a little while. A hickey or two wouldn't be too bad. "You may make a wonderful wife but that doesn't make you perfect. Not yet."

Once the rope was tight he grabbed Reese's other hand, tying the second to the first in a quick loop that was just tight enough to hold him. After giving an experimental tug he grabbed the pants and yanked them on, hiding the growing erection. He wasn't going to fuck him, no but he was going to make him beg for it. Once at least some what decent he bent down, lifting Reese once again so that he could put him on the bed in a more comfortable position before he crawled up with him, hands skimming along Reese's sides gently. "Of course you could always beg me to release you now. Apologize for your rude behavior and i'll release you." He was counting on Reese's pride to keep him from doing something like that, it was what made this man wonderful but he wasn't an ideal yet. Just a little further and he was positive Reese would fill every possible need and want he would ever desire in his wife. Of course, lacking in only one area. Reese would never get pregnant. Pushing that thought from his mind he straddled Reese's slender hips, hands working at pulling his dress up so he could see that one thing that made Riley, Reese.
 
Reese just had to have opened his big mouth. He had to keep an eye on what he was saying from now on with this man around. This was going to be a rough relationship, no matter how many moment of peace they seemed to have. Yet again, things changed gears before Reese could realize what was happening. The scoffs began to boil the prince's blood, only to land him firmly on the mattress once again. This was going to be a normal routine, he could see it now. And the rope... Oh the rope. Reese would have to remember to accidentally drop that out the window some time before they left. Reese barely had a chance to fight it before his hands were being tied up once again. He shifted his body into a more comfortable position, his eyes narrowing tightly as he watched Ewan loom and move over him.

"I barely did anything," he complained, sitting up briefly right before Ewan's legs took the place on either side of his body, pinning him tightly to the bed. "Whatever you're thinking, stop," he scolded, bringing his upper torso up enough to stop the man's hands from pushing his dress up too far. This wasn't how he wanted his evening to go at all. So much for a perfect wedding night. If Reese was any more of a girl, or if Ewan truly wanted to see the side of him that was Riley, he could give it to him. Internally, Riley was ready to cry. Reese could feel the depths of him beginning to boil over in the feelings he had bitten back all day. First getting forced into marriage with a man she barely knew, then practically raped in her new bed followed by more forced actions, following, getting lost and now having her husband take away the night every princess would dream about. Sure, Riley wasn't a true woman, but even Reese didn't want it to turn out this way. His stupid pride was getting in the way, just as Ewan had thought it would, making sure he didn't beg him to release his hands. This was going to be another long tiring evening, but now that he was in the bed, even with the man on top of him, Reese could feel the weight of the day push on his shoulders, driving closer to exhaustion and eventually passing out into a deep sleep. He had to fight it until this was sorted out, then he could try to sleep.

As his dress was pushed further, Reese pushed against Ewan's hands, squeezing his own body with his arms to stop him from going any higher then his waist, giving him what he wanted but no further. "I'll apologize for what I did, for everything I did today, but you know I won't beg." That was exactly why Ewan was doing this; because Reese wouldn't beg for it. And Reese wasn't stupid, that was giving into the man's desires more than he really wanted to. Ewan already had him under his control simply by being his husband. He had Riley, but he was never going to get Reese this way.
 
"Stopping would defeat the purpose of this, Reese." He sighed the words out softly, as if he was talking to a child. Ewan didn't even bother trying to remove the hands from his arms, knowing his own strength would over power anything Reese threw at him. He may of been a man but he had been raised as a woman. And woman didn't do the hard kind of labor and training he had. His body was built for power, a defense his own family had instilled in him for the war. It was one thing he was willing to use against Reese to get what he wanted if he had to.

He stopped moving his hands when he finally revealed what he wanted, letting the dress sty above those thin hips as he shifted his hands to take hold of Reese's own. Lifting them up he placed a gentle kiss against each palm before he lifted them up and over Reese's head. "I know. I'm counting on it." Bending down his lips pressed against Reese's in a brutal kiss, teeth nipping at his bottom lip before he fully pulled away to look down at the thin cloth covering Reese's manhood. Gently a finger stoked down it' length through the cloth, a soft hum slipping from Ewan's lips as he smirked. Slowly he pulled at it, slipping it off the man and tossing them to the ground so he could fully see what Reese had to hide every day of his life. He himself couldn't imagine having to go through what Reese had to go through every day, acting like a woman, wearing a dress, heel's. The very thought made him cringe. Though if he thought about it. If this was the only way to save his kingdom he would of gone through the same things to accomplish such a feat.

Slowly his rough and callused hands wrapped around the soft organ, giving it a gentle squeeze before he started pumping it. He started slow at first, giving Reese time to figure out what was going on before he sped up. He continued his menstruation's until Reese was fully hard, sucking in a breath before he ducked down, Reese's cock disappearing into the confines of his hot mouth.

Just like his hand his head bobbed up and down, cheek's hollowing as he sucked hard, tongue working across the bottom of Reese's shaft. He continued like that, waiting for that moment just before Reese came, knowing when it was close by the way his cock throbbed in his mouth. It was at that moment he pulled away, eyes flicking up to Reese's face with a smirk. "Now i want to hear it." He hummed softly, licking his lips at the wonderful taste of his wife. "Beg me to let you cum." With each words his breath would brush against the slick cock before him, causing it to chill slowly. "Or you can lay here all night wishing you truly were a woman."
 
Just as Reese had told him, he never begged. He sucked in a hundred breaths, bit his lips a thousand times and cursed the heavens a hundred more but never once did he mutter a beg or a plead towards his husband. Again, the man he hated had him tied up, forced against the bed and all hot and bothered. Once again, Reese was ready to cum and he had to beg for it. And once again, he did. In any other situation, what Ewan was doing would have been enjoyable and wanted. With his knight, Reese would have encouraged that sort of action, minus the restriction and torment, but it would have been something he craved. It was the one activity he enjoyed that reminded him that he was actually male in his typically feminine life. But when Ewan did it, it didn't feel as satisfying as it used to and was slowly becoming something he was hating. The pit of his stomach ached from not only the pain of having the man stop so close to a release but also knowing that he could do this sort of thing whenever he wanted and no one would try to stop him. Reese wasn't sure which one was worse.

Then the man spoke, letting his breath surround his aching member and Reese knew exactly which one was worse. He let out his first whimper of the 'session'. "Ewan, no," he began, wiggling lightly beneath him, lifting his hips an inch before he forced himself back down against the bed. "Please let me cum. Finish your torture." That was exactly what it was for both Reese and Riley. The feeling of Ewan's warm mouth on his cock was more than Reese could bare and he wanted him to continue, to finish him off and allow the oncoming release hidden deep within his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look at the man while he laid as he did on the bed, under his control yet again. "Don't make me wait. Your mouth is perfect." Well one bonus to growing up as a princess; Reese could stroke anyone's ego, even if it was all lies. In this case, it was the truth and it was clear to anyone listening he meant his words. But then again, when someone was tied up in his position, there was no reason to lie about such a thing.
 
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