01-23-2017, 04:07 AM
The day the mage met the King Greyson and Queen Fiona was one of the most nerve wracking experiences he's ever suffered through, his black calico cat mirrored his stress as he felt it wiggle restlessly in his side pack, his familiar as well as best friend since he had begun wizardry. While he stood in the castle great hall, staring at the flamboyant throne before him and avoiding eye contact with the multiple guards in the room as he waited patiently for the most noble man in all of the kingdom to arrive for what he had to tell him. It had taken months, though he had finally did it, right in time for his ovulation as well, but getting the king to bed with him was another story entirely as he tried not to think about it. Almost collapsing disgracefully onto the floor beneath him when the door opened to the grand foyer, he sat on both knees with his head cast down,"My King, my name is Emmett... Thank you, for seeing me."
His clothes were ragged and his hair was oily yet pulled back neatly into a short braid, his round face cleaned just for this occasion as well as his entire body which was chubby yet malnourished in some sort of limbo between. He glanced up with brown eyes to see the queen as well and his head almost went a bit lower as he blushed as red as a beet,"My Queen."He added, while the woman simply looked at him with a scowl, not thinking him worth their time,"Greyson, what is the point of this?"She asked, she had never been the definition of a woman during their era, she wasn't mild mannered or silent like most of her gender were. Fiona had been the complete opposite and spoke to her husband any way she liked, no matter his status.
His clothes were ragged and his hair was oily yet pulled back neatly into a short braid, his round face cleaned just for this occasion as well as his entire body which was chubby yet malnourished in some sort of limbo between. He glanced up with brown eyes to see the queen as well and his head almost went a bit lower as he blushed as red as a beet,"My Queen."He added, while the woman simply looked at him with a scowl, not thinking him worth their time,"Greyson, what is the point of this?"She asked, she had never been the definition of a woman during their era, she wasn't mild mannered or silent like most of her gender were. Fiona had been the complete opposite and spoke to her husband any way she liked, no matter his status.
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