You're a pop star, or a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention.
And you're a bodyguard, a soldier, a knight - a protector. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth.
Except for when the two of you break the bounds of professionalism and feelings begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy.
Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised?
How to Play
1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the guard, the guarded, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference.
2. Comment to others.
3. There are no prompts, because there are so many potential options there could be a hundred. Feel free to play anything: the beginnings of the relationship, just meeting, getting used to each other/not getting along at first, the obligatory first time, a threat on the protected's life and how their protector responds, how the feelings between the two has changed the protection, etc. Your only limit is you. |
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bakerstreet2013-11-08 08:31 am
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He hoped Jeyne would be fine as the dryad led her away, and then he went straight to the council room to discuss with his advisors what she had told him. He was especially concerned with the thought that someone might be coming after her, and he discussed a watchful strategy with his generals, settling on a plan to have guards on the borders of Narnia alert and waiting, as well as for Seabirds and Dolphins to keep a watch on the seas, for any ships that might be approaching. Those decisions made, he went into his private dining room, to wait for Jeyne.
When she appeared, he rose courteously, and offered her a seat at the table. "It was my pleasure, my lady. Now please, sit, and eat your fill, and then we can talk about your voyage here."
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She did indulge in some jam, spreading it thinly across a piece of bread that was still warm. She thought that truly the gods were looking down on her, to have brought her to such a place.
"I must confess, your grace, that I am overwhelmed by your land and its inhabitants. Animals do not speak where I am from."
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"Oh, of course. My apologies, lady, I could have prepared you better for that. In Narnia, we have both Talking and dumb animals, and all manners of creatures, such as centaurs, fauns, and nymphs." He smiled ruefully. "And they are rather familiar, are they not? Many have known me since my youth, and none practice the same court manners that I know are common in other kingdoms."
He poured a cup of tea, and slid it across the table to her. There was something about the Lady Jeyne that made Caspian feel protective. Clearly she was in need of assistance, and of course, he would offer her every courtesy at his disposal, but still. She touched something deep in him, made him remember what it was like when he was young, and in need of protection, and he hoped he could offer her comfort and keep her safe.
"If you please, can you tell me what you were fleeing, in your ship? You mentioned the name Lannister - it is unfamiliar in my country, but if there is trouble coming, I would like us to be prepared."
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"Is there magic here? Where I am from they speak of worshippers of the red god, who can perform magic. They can see visions in flames and hear the voice of their god telling them what to do, and cast spells. They all live across the sea, so I have never met one. It sounds terrifying to me." Fire was necessary, of course, especially in the North. The magic part scared her. She did not like the idea of someone casting a spell on her that she could not stop.
Her chewing slowed at his question about her past. The story would invariably bring her to tears, and she didn't want to spoil such a lovely meal.
"As I said, my husband and his mother were murdered by them. They conspired with another family and took them unawares at my husband's uncle's wedding." She realized he would need a more complete explanation to truly understand the gravity of her situation.
"The land I come from is called Westeros. It is very large, and made up of seven different regions, united under one throne. When the one king of the seven kingdoms died, his son ascended the throne. He is a Lannister. But there were others, the dead king's brothers, who claimed that the boy was not legitimate, and that they should sit the throne instead. This boy king ordered my husband's father beheaded for treason, for supporting one of the dead king's brother's claim to the throne. After that, the people of my husband's region - the North, they called it - named him King, and rebelled against the throne. Robb, that was my husband's name. He amassed his army and fought to get to the capital, to save his sisters, who were being held captive there. But the Lannisters conspired, and bribed, and they killed him."
She stopped to take several deep breaths. The pain of losing him was still so fresh.
"I fled as soon as word reached me. I knew that if the Lannisters learned that... that I am carrying the King in the North's child, then they would have me killed as well." He was the first person she'd spoken the truth to. Her secret that she had carried across the ocean.
"I cannot promise you that they have not followed me. But they have other matters that are more pressing than one widow."