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The Royally Common Romance Meme

♕ The Royally Common Romance Meme ♔

❝And I tell you truly, Daenerys, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me.❞

Inspired by an anon comment on rpanons ages ago about a PSL they'd like to play.

Heavy the head that wears the crown, they say, and little could be more true. Of course, there is glamor in the life: power, privilege, lavish feasts, fine clothes...if your monarchy is doing well, that is. But there are also struggles that few others would understand, such as life or death decisions that need to be made to protect your kingdom at best and being a mere puppet with no real power at worst. At the very least, you're lonely. Certainly there are people around you at all times to protect and serve you, yet they aren't truly companions. They're no one you can talk to.

Well, not no one. Not completely. There is one person who's allowed close to you. Perhaps they're even allowed to be alone with you. A trusted advisor, a handmaid, a knight, a court jester, whatever they are, their companionship and support may leave you wanting those peaceful moments and lingering glances to mean...more.

And what if you are the other side, someone without royal birth offering your service to your highness? You may have been born into this life, forced into it, or gave yourself to it willingly. It could be much, much worse - at least you and your charge have a good relationship, to the point that you might do anything for them. Have your feelings for them always been more inappropriate than they should, or is this a new feeling? And such feelings - they can't be returned, can they? Or you could see your charge as the human that they are rather than an ideal. Does that mean you can give them the best advice and service you can? And what of their duties to marry and continue their line? Will you step back and let them be bound to another?

Then there are the pressures of the throne. The most innocent could be corrupted by power, and you would be in no position to stop them, no matter how it pained you to see the one you cared for twisted and become a wholly different person.

To allow anything to blossom between the two of you is risky and perhaps even deadly. Not even royalty can put a stay to an execution of someone who's, for all intents and purposes, committed treason by becoming emotionally compromised. All the same, it may be worth it, in the end. Royalty, after all, has a short shelf life, and the head on the spike may be the one wearing the crown.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character and preferences, any relevant info, and what role you'd like to play, royal or not. You might also want to include if you're open to smut.

Reply to others.

Let your imagination guide you! Stolen moments, keeping secrets, battle plans, discussions about ruling filled with double meaning, jealousy, learning about arranged marriages, just spending time together, or being able to do nothing as your love turns into an evil queen/king are just a few ideas.

~~My other possible picture for this meme was Eridan and Feferi before I settled on Dany and Jorah so there must be a theme.~~ I did it for OP.

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[It takes him much longer to fall asleep. Every second is a testament to his iron will that he doesn't untie her and hold her against him. He wants to kiss her, to feel her soft breath against his before he takes her lips in a kiss that would imprint itself upon her life.

But he knows that that would be the last thing he'd do.

His dreams are harsh, filled with thoughts that are less than honorable. And as soon as the sun is up and birds are singing in the trees, he's out of the tent to go back down to the stream.

The walk through the camp is filled with whispers and knowing looks that he quietly shuts down before heading back to the tent. He hears her call out as he approaches and can't help but smile.]

You called? Perhaps you're ready to join the rest of us?

No breakfast? I suppose I did wake up late....

[She stretches, giving him a playful smile.]

I am, but...I can't join you if I'm tied.

[She looks at him honestly, carefully.]

I promise I won't run. I understand why I'm here, and...I have no where to go, anyways.

[She has to look away.]

I don't like being in the castle nowadays. I have to look for a suitor, but....

[She looks at him, almost pleading.]

None of them are kind, or good. My only saving grace is my sister hating it as much as I do.

[She shakes her head, not sure why she even shared that with him. It's not like he'd care.]

Sorry, you shouldn't have to hear about my problems. They aren't nearly as bad as starving. Let's go.

[He watches her, entranced by the play of her limbs in her flimsy clothes.]

There's still food to eat if you're hungry. I made sure that some was set aside. And you need not worry about taking food from anyone else. We've killed some of your sister's deers. We'll have food for days if we're lucky.

[He was pleased with the fat bucks that the few hunters of the camp brought back the night before. Food is rare and the children needed the meat.]

If you run, know that I will catch you. I cannot afford for you to leave just yet.

[He hears her talk about suitors and hates it. The endless train of pompous lords coming through the forests has been watched closely by his people. A few returning were set upon, in fact. The news that Lady Clair hates it as well is the only good thing he's heard about the woman in a long time, however.]

You should be able to marry for love. Marrying otherwise is just pointless.

I wish it could be that simple.

[She gives him a small, sort of sad smile.]

Will you please untie me now, [a split second of hesitation] Snow?

[Even saying his name feels like her heart has leaped out of her chest. A small blush goes across her cheeks, but this time, she can't hide it, without her fan to hide behind.]

It can be. Just refuse to marry for any other reason. If your sister truly loves you, she'd understand.

[Spoken like someone who doesn't really get the whole point of marrying for advantage. And since he hasn't really had any desire to marry before now, he doesn't see why she should do anything but what she wants since she has money and power that he never will.]

Yes, of course.

[When she says his name, his heart lurches, but he ignores it in favor of releasing her. He can see the way her cheeks flush and it only makes her lovelier. His fingers brush against her wrist and he lets them linger longer than necessary once the rope is free.]

I hope you're not hurt, Lady Serah.

[His desire for her is hot, but he can't risk it. Moving away, however, is out of the question when she looks like that.]

She might, but then our people would suffer. My sister doesn't plan to marry, so....

[She doesn't have to say it, does she? Serah smiles when he releases her, and the look on her face is one of confusion for a moment before she looks at his hand, wanting to take it desperately.

When he doesn't move, doesn't do anything, her stare turns to his face for a second before she just can't stand it anymore and pecks him on the lips, closing her eyes.

But as soon as she does that, she stumbles back, seeing someone pass by the tent. They couldn't have seen what she had just done, but yet she feels awful.]

O-oh, I-I'm sorry, I--

[She can barely find the words for this.]

It's more her duty to marry and reproduce than yours, since she holds the title and lands.

[He may not be nobility, but he can read and write, which is more than a lot of people in the village could.

The tension in the tent is tangible and his body is definitely reacting to how close she is to him. Just as he is about to pull away, however, she kisses him.

But just as quickly, she's gone, his lips still aflame with the touch of her and his mind blank with both confusion and desire. He looks at her with wide blue eyes, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

And when she speaks, he moves forward and slams his lips against hers, not wanting to hear any excuses or apologies. He just needs to kiss her again.]

[Her words are muffled as he kisses her, but soon she gives up trying to speak in favor of just kissing the man back, feverishly, as if he's water and she's been in the desert for days. Her arms and legs wrap around him, and she nearly loses herself in whatever this is, but she needs to breathe. As she pulls back, her eyes blink in surprise, and she needs to take a few deep breaths.]

We....[she breathes.]

I kissed you. [she sounds more surprised than anything.]

And you kissed me.....

[she's too flushed to really think about much more than what just happened.]

Wow.

[He'd known she was fiery under the hauteur, but this sort of passion isn't exactly what he'd been banking on. It's true that his kiss is anything but the near-chaste peck she'd given him, but her reaction is...

He wants her. He wants her lithe frame under his as he makes love to her. He doesn't want to return her to the cold castle of her sister to be married off like some sort of possession. He wants to kiss her until he dies from lack of air. He wants her to want him just as badly.

When she pulls away, he steps back. His chest is heaving as he drags air into his lungs. Her flush is so tantalizing and he wants to kiss her again. And again. And again.]

You don't sound as if you are repulsed. I don't regret it.

[She can feel the effects he's had on her, and she wants him so badly, to kiss him and not let him ever let her go, even if it means the entire court would be angry with her. Even if her sister would be angry with her.

She breathes, but she still wants to be in his space. She stays where she is, even though she wants to be pressed against him, for him to love her passionately.]

I...I'm not.

[She gains some confidence, and takes a small step forward.]

Are you...are you sure you can handle this? You're....amazing, I've never met anyone that makes me feel like... [she gestures to herself, her body.] this. And...the entire village, they'd know, wouldn't they?

[There's so much danger in getting involved with her like this. But, he's fairly certain he's already doomed just by the virtue of having kidnapped her. If they do anything else, it might ruin her and doom her as well.

Besides, Lebreau's words of caution come back to him. Sure, Serah's beautiful and kind, even under the attitude, but she's a noble. She'll forget about him as soon as she returns home and he'll be dead. Even if he isn't executed, he'll never be the same.]

Yes, they'd know if we were to get closer. [He doesn't care about that. He knows exactly who's sleeping with whom in the camp anyway.] Are you sure you want to sully yourself with a commoner? Even if we do nothing else, there's the chance your reputation could be forever damaged.

[He still wants her like he wants water to drink and food to eat. His hands itch to take her now, but his control is iron tight.]

I don't care about that. I'm already known for being too friendly with commoners to begin with.

[She sounds bitter, angry about it.]

I know I shouldn't be, but everyone deserves to have a voice. How will we know what the people need if all I ever do is talk to people like me?

[She closes the gap between them, their bodies nearly touching.]

You're so much more bearable than the suitors, Snow. Please...

No, you're right. To be a good ruler, you should know what your people want. That's what your sister's problem is. It's why we had to resort to this.

[He can feel the heat of her nearness but her words sting through his desire, wounding him in the way she so casually says them and his name.]

I want to be more than that, Serah. [It's the first time he's left off her title. He wants to prove his point.] If you want me, I want it to be for me, a man, and because you're a woman that desires me.

[He leans in close, tight and angry.]

I won't be some rebellion against convention.

[His anger surprises, scares, and arouses her slightly, even if she would hate to admit the last one. And then her face snarls slightly in anger, and she wants to slap him.]

That's what you thought that was?! Some stupid act of rebellion?

[Her face is close to his, and she could spit in it, if she wanted.]

I'm not stupid! You care about your people, you care about your cause! You're kind! You're passionate!

[She gets quiet, bitter.]

That's why I kissed you.

[Her anger fuels his arousal and he pulls her into his arms, flush against his body so she can't run.]

You want to hit me? I won't stop you, my lady, but I'm going to make you forget about that soon enough.

[And then he leans down to kiss her again, his lips soft and gentle while his hands roughly trap her body. And hopefully, if he's lucky, her heart too.]

[She reacts quickly, even as she's trapped in his arms. Her hand hits him in the chest, although it's not hard and her hand just stays where it is, a balled up little fist of space between them.

Her kiss is not as gentle, not at first, as she bites at his lower lip just enough to be painful, a slight growl for catching her off-guard the way he did, and a warning. It becomes gentle eventually, though, and her body relaxes against his. She pulls away for breath, looking at him under lidded eyes.]

Should we be doing this now? You have a rebellion to lead.

[She seems to just be egging him on, however--her hands roam his chest, needing contact.]

[Honestly, she doesn't hit him very hard and he can ignore it as her trying to get her temper out of the way as he continues to kiss her.

And when she bites and growls, he laughs. Other men speak of breaking and taming a woman of passion, but Snow, he merely wishes for Serah to bend a little. He melting into his arms is all he wants for now and he indulges in her need to try and distract him.]

My people don't need constant supervision. If I fall, another will take my place. That's why I'm not worried.

[The feel of her hands over his chest, even through the fabric of his shirt is a delicious tease.]

Besides, I think you need my attention more than they do. [He leans back in to kiss her under the ear, nipping the spot gently.] Don't you?

[She pouts, nearly, as he tries to goad her on, and like hell she'd give him the answer he wanted.]

Are you sure it's not the other way around?

[She says it strongly, but she allows herself to be bitten, even turning her head the other way. Her hands look for the bottom of his shirt, attempting to tug it up, even though it would be difficult for her to get it off considering the height difference.]

After all, you kidnapped me.....

[If she expects pride to keep him from answering truthfully, then she's sadly mistaken.]

It's true that I kidnapped the Lady Serah for a reason, but that is not what I meant.

[He lets her go and takes off his own shirt, letting her take a look at his scarred upper body. He is a man who lives by using his hands to do everything, and it shows. The only reason he wore the gloves during her kidnapping was so that he didn't cut his hands on the brambles through the forest.]

What is it that you want, Serah?

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[Serah gasps at his shirtlessness, not because she's surprised or anything, but out of sheer awe. Her fingers go to trace his scars quietly, just barely ghosting over his skin, and speaking as if in a trance, Serah answers:]

You. Oh, Etro, please....

[His eyes widen and then shutter close as she touches his bare skin. The sounds outside of the tent are all extremely muted as his focus narrows down to the small space of his tent.]

I think the goddess has very little to do with this.

[He places his hand over her own, slowly moving it to rest on his hip. Then, he follows the line of her arm up to her shoulder, ghosting over soft skin with the utmost of care. Work-roughened fingers trace the shape of her collar bone as he leans in to kiss her throat, nibbling lightly so as to tease but not mark.]

Say my name again and do as you will.

[Serah sighs, happily. His touch is like fire, yet it does not burn. It's simply warmth, spreading throughout her body, beautiful and soft. When she says his name, it's like a prayer, her hands moving to his buttoned pants.]

Snow....please...

[She's never felt want like this before.]

[His eyes close as she whispers his name. The plea is an added delight. Who knew that a sheltered noblewoman could make his blood boil like this?

He stills her hands, resting both on his hips again and turns his own fingers to the laces on the front of her dress. When the swell of her breasts are free, Snow leans down a little to kiss them, groaning at their softness against his lips.]

Are you certain that you want this?

[If she's not, he might be able to stop, but he's not sure how much longer he can hold onto his control.]

[She understands now that perhaps he doesn't want her to do that, yet, to help him unclothe himself, and seems to follow his instructions as she keeps her hands still at his sides.

His gentle kiss makes her sigh, and as much as she wants this, he stops for a moment, and she breathes.]

I want this, badly. But I need something, first.

[She looks at him, eyes searching.]

Promise...promise me you aren't doing this just because I'm noble, or to keep it over my head, or to keep me here. But because you care about me.

[She steps back.]

Do that, and I am yours, completely. My body wants you, and so do I....but I need to know I am not being misled.

[He can't fault her for feeling that it might be that eay. After all, he accused her of using him not long before. It seems only right that she be uncertain as well.

So, a little more chatter and this issue can be put to rest. That's find with him.]

Do I seem the type of man that cares about status? If anything, your rank is reason enough to not proceed. And I don't need to bed you to keep you here. I could just tie you back up until I needed to return you to your sister.

If she or any of the nobility even suspected me of being the slightest bit untoward, my life is forfeit. You're beautiful, Serah, but I need more than that. I have seen pretty women enough and sleep alone.

[He steps forward and closes the space between them, eyes locked on hers intently.]

You are more than looks and status. You're kind, compassionate, impassioned. I want you. No one else.

[Before she can stop him, he picks her up and kisses her deeply, moving them towards the pile of furs he slept on normally. He eases her down onto her back and looks at her through hooded eyes.]

You say that you'll be mine, but you own'll me after this.

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