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bakerstreet2018-01-05 10:43 pm
youngandbeautiful) wrote in bakerstreet2018-01-05 10:43 pm
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Companion to Royalty
There's one truth you must know of royalty: though power may lay in their hands, the crown is a cage. Whether you've always been noble, came into this position recently by complete surprise, or a simple person caught in the fray, you're realizing that leaders actually lead very little - even down to choosing who they spend their most intimate moments with. From eternal bonds of matrimonies to the distractions provided by courtesans, the people behind the throne make the rules. They cannot risk losing control of their most elevated and strategically placed pawn with a match gone wrong, which could create a domino effect and doom possibly thousands.
So, what part do you play in this game?
- Lifetime Royal: This is what you've been raised to do.
- Sudden Royal: You just learned of your position, which has been secret from you your entire life, or you unexpectedly inherited the job.
- Spouse: You're to be married to nobility.
- Concubine or Courtesan: For the royal, you're to be a sexual diversion.
- Unaffiliated: You're either a lower-ranking noble or a peasant, but you're free from all the machinations of the shadowy cabal...for now.
How willing are you?
- Completely Willing: Either you love the person you know you'll be matched with, or you're excited about the possibilities.
- Wary: There's no choice in the matter for you, so you may as well approach this situation cautiously.
- Unwilling: You didn't want to be matched up with someone. At all. Ever.
What path will you follow, once you're set upon it (there is, after all, little choice for the chosen ones)?
- Prepared for This: Either you're a royal and have been one since birth, or you knew you'd marry or sexually entertain one.
- Make Up for Lost Time: This life wasn't the one you lived until now, but times change. You're important or will be a companion to a very important person, like it or not.
- A Sacrificial Token: Somewhere along the line, your people royally pissed off someone in a key position. So, in an attempt to smooth out relations, you've been given away as a gift to the highest power, either as a spouse for a political alliance or as a concubine or courtesan.
- Pomp and Circumstance: All proper, this arrangement. You're to be married, as you've been promised to each other by your respective families. Consummation on the wedding night is key. Perhaps it's encouraged that the two of you act as if this is really a love match, to add insult to injury.
- Genuine Love: Speaking of love matches, congratulations! You're one of the incredible few who gets to marry for love, so your lovemaking should be all the more enthused.
- Only a Plaything: Heavy is the head who wears the crown, so you're expected to take on some side entertainment even if that's not your preference. Or you could be the courtesan...such a pretty, perfumed word for what the role really is...
- Volunteered: You wanted this position, either of spouse or concubine. Your reasons are your own.
- Cruel: You're powerful. You can do what you want to this person, a mere ant in comparison to you.
- Forbidden: Even the most powerful can't have everything they want, such as someone who's promised to or with another; taking them for your own would create strife and destroy alliances, even to the point of tempting war.
- Work Your Way Up: There's always a right tool for the job and you find no shame in using your own special tools to better your life.
- Give Me an Heir: Whether you're legitimate or a concubine used as a surrogate, you must help in continuing the royal line.
- Mutual Benefit: Both of you are comfortable with this arrangement because you're either compatible or it takes the pressure off of you otherwise.
- Want to be More: Though you've been relegated to courtesan, you want to be there one and only spouse...no matter if that role is already filled or not.
- Growing Affection: It may have started as all puppet strings and power plays, but now, you lo- care for them.
- Loved Before: Before you became so important and powerful, before you became the focus of all the world, it seems, they were there with you. They were with you then, and you want them to be with you now. They ground you and they care about you for you.
- Because You're Normal: They're outside of all the court's nonsense, and that's appealing to you. It's like a breath of fresh air.
- WILDCARD
How to Play
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( All her previous endeavours had started in blood, not witnessed by her later companions but still the thing she had needed to want anything at all. Right now, she isn't even thinking of drawing more of it than she did during their kiss, right now, she is perfectly lost in her desire for him and no one needed to die at her hands for it. She wraps her legs around him, and she's so very aware of the way his hands are marking her. The bruises will need soothing – perhaps a hot bath would help.
Certainly would, if the King were to join.
Not the thought now. Now, she rises and falls, taking him as deep as she comfortably can – and then deeper still – hands gripping the robes he's still half-dressed in in her near ecstasy. The words that escape her are French, and even if he miraculously has avoided learning it, which she doubts, he's sure to get the meaning regardless: she wants him, she wants him harder, and, perhaps most importantly, the promise that she'll be the queen he deserves. )
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He bucks his hips up, and it's hard, and cruel and would be enough to bring tears to the eyes of most women. But Bella is not most, he thinks, and he rears up to hiss in her ear. His hand is still tightly twisted in her hair, and she knows in that moment that he has taken care to learn her language. ] I'll come to Paris for you, and I'll have you in your father's palace.
[ And they'd find themselves a little French game to hunt, he has no doubt. He hungers to see Bella kill, almost as much as he hungers to come with her so tight around him. It's not much longer before he feels his pleasure centering in a tight knot at the base of his spine, and he gasps out her name as he yanks hard on her hair. It's enough to make her scalp burn, and he bucks into her one more time before he spills himself. Stars spark behind his eyes with it, and his head falls back.
It's when he comes back to himself again, Bella still wrapped around him on the table, that he speaks again, and this time it's closer to a question than a presumption.]
Be my queen, Bella.
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Not just a game, then, to coax her onto the table and fuck her raw. She hadn't thought so, not really, but it could have been an option, with some. She almost wishes it had been, though: she needs a clear head, and she can't have that while he's so, so many of the things she'd pictured him to be over the years. )
Yes. ( She breathes it out, her lips against his neck and for once not trying to draw blood or leave vicious marks. ) If you'll be my king.
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She's glorious, he thinks, and he slips a hand into the pocket of his robe to find the most obvious evidence of his planning. ]
I will.
[ He says it as he slips the heavy ring onto her finger, and it's as binding as any betrothal ceremony his advisors and her father would prefer. ]
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Then again, they would all be rather startled to see her in the state he's put her in right now. It's enough to have her smirking. He isn't looking so roughed up, though his hair was certainly smoother before he entered this room with her, and she'd scratched the back of his neck bloody at one point – plus, some distinct marks on his throat. On the other hand, she is the one who'll occasionally wince when she takes a wrong step upon their return to their no-doubt waiting attendants.
Then, there's the ring, and she accepts it just like she said she would, and... It's a bit much, and it's absolutely perfect by the standards of their time. It's certainly enough to soothe her father over the lack of a big, official asking with as much court present as humanly possible. )
No doubt my family will be pleased to see that they did not send me here for naught.
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No doubt.
[ No need to actually say that Cygnus has been hinting that he'd be more than willing to add his daughter to any alliance with Britain; Bella isn't stupid, no doubt she knows at least that much. But he also knows that she wasn't signed, sealed, and nearly delivered the way most princesses would have been; he'd needed to convince her. ]
If you have an interest in seeing something of the land you'll rule, I've received reports that our friend to the north has sent a few halfbloods to scout Eire for weaknesses.
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I would not want to distract you from your duties.
( She steps out of his reach, towards the shelves of weaponry. She'd rather fancy a dagger, and chooses an especially mean-looking, barbed one. )
And isn't it my duty as your future queen to assist you in these matters?
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He'd not be surprised if Cygnus tries to pull the same thing Abraxas did - get a son with his mistress - but then, that hardly ended well for his parents. So. Perhaps not.
He's not thinking of that now, not as a thoroughly fucked looking Bellatrix of France licks her lips and examines one of his favorite daggers. ]
Oh, it is. And I should like our enemies to have something of an idea of what they have coming if they cross me.
[ He comes up behind her, and his fingers brush against the smooth skin exposed by her dress before he picks up a dagger with a wickedly curved blade. ]
Or you.
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Diplomacy does dictate we let him know about the engagement, doesn't it?
( Well, announcements need to be made, at any rate. )
I suppose it would be on him to commiserate the occasion with a gift, but we can let him in on that tradition first, can't we?
( Diplomacy is absolutely not all about sending parts of a corpse to an enemy warlord, but it does seem like a fun couples activity to her. )
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I can hardly think of a better way to announce it than with a token of our...esteem. I've found that kind of appreciation has a lasting impact.
[ He puts down his dagger and picks up the one she'd been holding, slipping it into the belt at her waist before he waves a hand to bring her cloak back to them. ]
It's yours now.
[ He says this as he drapes her in fur-lined cloak again and leads her outside the armory. They don't return to the gardens, though he imagines her lords are in a frenzy now that they've realized the two of them have long since disappeared. Instead he escorts her back to the suite of rooms she's taken over in his palace, and again he bends to kiss her knuckles, even as her attendants are on the verge of descending. ]
If you find the North Sea seascape across from your bed suddenly seems to shift, my darling, I recommend a pause before you defend yourself.
[ He slips away down the hall, because the least he can do is forestall the French lords while she makes herself presentable or scarce, whichever she prefers. ]