03-06-2017, 04:33 PM
Greyson returned to find an ostritch on the bed. He chuckled, for the first time in many years laughed wholeheartedly. "Come on Emmet. Relieve yourself from.suffocation." he said patting his highly raised bottom. Turning around to remove his robe, the king peeled away layers of clothing that are unnecessary extravagance than proper grandeur. It had been his queen's idea to fill the king's wardrobe with matching garments, even though they had long abandoned any attempt to wear them in pairs - quite the opposite for the king in fact, he had always tried his hardest to avoid that. Underneath the final simple white shirt, his body was well built but marred with scars, some of them.quite deep. He had his fair share of battle.wounds, and some newer ones were from hunting trips that he was taking frequently as a mean to escape from his queen's annoyingly high-pitched sound.