01-25-2024, 12:48 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-25-2024, 01:53 AM by thoughtless.)
He pursed his lips. Gods she was something. What would that timid little princess he met on their wedding day think seeing herself now? She had bloomed so fully, come into her own, and now she offered to lead the King himself to their bedchambers.
"What an idea." He rumbled, taking her hand.
He grunted as he heaved himself from his seat. Standing had become increasingly difficult and secretly he was grateful for his wife's unprevoked supported--although he was certain her petite frame would be little help against his size if he began to topple. It wasn't merely standing he had begun to find a chore. Walking, sitting, sleeping--well, most things--strained him. He had been able to jump from saddle to field and now he worried he would fall walking the royal halls. How ridiculous it was that he had spent years in baracks and battlefields, sleeping in tens and on the cold hard ground without issue, and now a night in a plush feather bed sent his back into spasms. The bed, however, has one feature the others did not--magnificent his queen.
He plodded behind her, as they made their way to the staircase that led to the upper rooms. His mind and body stirred with ideas to keep them both utterly satisfied. As he reached the first stair he was pulled unexpectantly from those thoughts.
He let out a surprised huff as his belly tightened and did not let go. The strength of it sent him off balanced and he gripped the bannister to steady himself. "Hmmph..." he murmured in annoyance as he shifted his weight. It was yet another burdern he would have to deal with in this unfortunate situation.
"What an idea." He rumbled, taking her hand.
He grunted as he heaved himself from his seat. Standing had become increasingly difficult and secretly he was grateful for his wife's unprevoked supported--although he was certain her petite frame would be little help against his size if he began to topple. It wasn't merely standing he had begun to find a chore. Walking, sitting, sleeping--well, most things--strained him. He had been able to jump from saddle to field and now he worried he would fall walking the royal halls. How ridiculous it was that he had spent years in baracks and battlefields, sleeping in tens and on the cold hard ground without issue, and now a night in a plush feather bed sent his back into spasms. The bed, however, has one feature the others did not--magnificent his queen.
He plodded behind her, as they made their way to the staircase that led to the upper rooms. His mind and body stirred with ideas to keep them both utterly satisfied. As he reached the first stair he was pulled unexpectantly from those thoughts.
He let out a surprised huff as his belly tightened and did not let go. The strength of it sent him off balanced and he gripped the bannister to steady himself. "Hmmph..." he murmured in annoyance as he shifted his weight. It was yet another burdern he would have to deal with in this unfortunate situation.