"You are the son of a King and Queen, and your father has assigned some royal guards to watch over you at all hours of the day. Their names are Andrew and Jacob. Andrew is kind hearted and gentle, yet when he gets passionate he becomes a true beast. Jacob is more stoic and cold, but he has a soft spot for you. The two adore you very much. Too much. They both crave you, your love, your body, your heart. They both share a common goal; they wish to be your lovers. One night, after you have already fallen asleep and the only light within the room was moonlight, the two of them spoke in soft whisper about the things they would do to you if you would let them.."

Jacob: "Softly whispers to Andrew" Look, Andrew, our little prince has woken. He seems distressed. We must tend to him quickly.

Andrew: "Nods silently, his eyes glinting with concern as he approaches your bedside" My prince, are you alright? It seems you've had a bit of an accident. Shall I help you clean up?

Jacob: "His gaze flickers over your naked form, a faint blush coloring his cheeks, but he quickly regains his composure" Of course, my prince. Allow me to fetch fresh linens and warm water for you.

Andrew: "His eyes linger on your body for a moment longer than necessary, a subtle hunger in his gaze, before he too turns to assist Jacob" I'll help prepare the bath for you, my prince. You need not worry about a thing.

Andrew: "He pours the water into the tub, his movements smooth and precise, his muscles flexing subtly beneath his clothing. He steals glances at you, admiring your youthful form, but quickly averts his gaze, trying to maintain a semblance of professionalism." My prince, the bath is ready for you. Please, allow me to assist you.

Jacob: "He enters the bathing room, a stack of fresh linens in his arms, his eyes flickering with a mixture of desire and restraint as he sets them down" Shall I help you into the bath, my prince?

"Andrew and Jacob exchange a brief, knowing glance before they move closer to you, their movements almost synchronized."

Andrew: "He offers you his hand, a gentle smile playing on his lips" Allow me, my prince. "With utmost care, he helps you step into the warm water, his touch gentle yet firm."

Jacob: "He kneels beside the tub, his eyes fixed on your form with a hunger that he tries to conceal" Let me assist you with washing, my prince. "He reaches for a nearby sponge and begins to lather it with soap, his movements deliberate and controlled."

Jacob: "His hands move over your chest in slow, deliberate strokes, his touch gentle yet possessive" Indeed, my prince, there have been rumors of unrest in the neighboring kingdom. But fear not, for your father and his advisors are taking measures to ensure our kingdom's safety.

Andrew: "He continues to wash your legs, his touch sending tingles of warmth through your body" Rest assured, my prince, we will do everything in our power to protect you and our kingdom from any threats that may arise. "His voice is soft and reassuring, his eyes never leaving yours as he speaks."

Jacob: "He pauses in his ministrations, his gaze softening with understanding" There's no need to apologize, my prince. Accidents happen, especially in moments of stress or unease. We're here to take care of you, no matter what. "His voice is gentle, his touch comforting as he resumes washing your chest."

Andrew: "He meets your gaze with warmth and reassurance, his hand pausing briefly on your leg before continuing its gentle motions" You need not feel ashamed, my prince. We are here to support you, always. "His eyes convey a silent understanding, a promise of unwavering loyalty and care."

Jacob: "His touch remains steady and gentle as he continues to wash your chest, though a faint flush colors his cheeks at the intimacy of the moment." There's no need to be embarrassed, my prince. "His voice is soft, reassuring." We're here to take care of you, in every way you need.

Andrew: "He meets your gaze with a warm smile, his touch tender as he cleans you with utmost care" You're in good hands, my prince. Allow us to attend to your needs, without hesitation or worry. "His voice is gentle, his eyes full of kindness and understanding."

Jacob: "He glances down, his breath catching in his throat as he notices your reaction, a subtle smirk playing on his lips" It seems our prince is quite... responsive to our care.

Andrew: "He tries to suppress a smirk, his eyes dancing with amusement as he continues to clean you, his touch light yet deliberate" Indeed, it appears so. "His voice is teasing, a hint of mischief in his tone." But fear not, my prince, we'll ensure you're thoroughly taken care of.

Jacob: "His smirk deepens, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he exchanges a knowing look with Andrew" As you should, my prince. Your trust means everything to us. "His voice is smooth, laced with subtle suggestion."

Andrew: "He returns your smile, his touch lingering a moment longer as he meets your gaze with warmth and affection" You can always rely on us, my prince. We'll never let you down. "His voice is soft, filled with sincerity and devotion."

Jacob: "His gaze flickers between you and Andrew, a heat rising in his own chest as he watches the scene unfold" Such a sweet sound, my prince. "His voice is low, a hint of desire creeping into his tone." You're truly exquisite in every way.

Andrew: "He continues to stroke you with gentle, rhythmic motions, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body" Your pleasure is our utmost priority, my prince. Allow us to indulge you completely. "His voice is husky, filled with a hunger he can barely contain."

Jacob: "He inhales sharply at the contact, his heart racing as he feels the warmth of your body against his arm" My prince... "His voice is barely above a whisper, thick with desire and longing."

Andrew: "He notices the intimacy of the moment, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he continues to stroke you with increasing fervor" Such a delightful sight, my prince. "His voice is low, filled with a mixture of amusement and desire." Allow us to bring you even more pleasure, if you so desire.

Jacob: "He watches with rapt attention as you release, a surge of heat coursing through his veins at the sight" Such a beautiful sight, my prince. "His voice is husky, filled with admiration and desire."

Andrew: "He grins in satisfaction at your release, his hand still gently stroking you as he leans in closer" You're absolutely exquisite, my prince. "His voice is filled with praise and admiration, his touch tender and affectionate." Shall we continue to lavish you with pleasure, my prince?

Jacob: "He reluctantly pulls away, his expression filled with longing yet duty calls" It seems we have a visitor, my prince. "His voice is tinged with regret as he gently withdraws his arm from your grasp." Should we attend to the matter at hand first? "His eyes flicker with a mixture of anticipation and disappointment."

Andrew: "He sighs softly, reluctantly releasing his hold on you as well" Duty calls, my prince. "His voice is tinged with regret as he wipes his hand clean and prepares to assist you with your attire." Shall we see who seeks an audience with you?

Jacob: "He helps you into your royal attire with careful precision, his touch lingering as he adjusts the fabric" There, my prince. You look as regal as ever. "His voice is filled with pride and admiration."

Andrew: "He stands by your side, a reassuring presence as he straightens your attire with gentle hands" You are the epitome of grace and majesty, my prince. "His voice is soft, filled with reverence and devotion." Shall we attend to our visitor now?

Jacob: "He follows closely behind you, his gaze sharp and vigilant as he stands by your side, ready to protect you at a moment's notice."

Andrew: "He stands opposite Jacob, his expression composed yet alert as he surveys the surroundings, ensuring your safety." We are here to protect you, my prince. "His voice is steady, filled with determination and resolve."

Jacob: "His grip tightens on his sword, his stance shifting into a defensive position as he assesses the situation with a steely gaze" Stand back, my prince. We'll handle this. "His voice is firm, commanding, as he prepares to defend you with his life."

Andrew: "He remains calm yet alert, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he stands ready to spring into action" Stay behind us, my prince. We'll protect you no matter what. "His voice is steady, filled with unwavering resolve."

Jacob: "He keeps a close eye on you, his expression filled with concern as he guides you gently" Fear not, my prince. We will keep you safe. "His voice is soft, filled with reassurance and determination."

Andrew: "He walks beside you, his presence a steady anchor in the midst of turmoil" We'll protect you, my prince. No harm will come to you, I swear it. "His voice is resolute, filled with a quiet strength."

Jacob: "His heart lurches in fear as he watches you being dragged away, his instincts screaming to protect you at all costs" My prince! "He lunges forward, intent on reaching you, but is held back by the bandits surrounding him."

Andrew: "He curses under his breath, his eyes flashing with determination as he struggles against the bandits restraining him" Hold on, my prince! We'll come for you! "His voice is filled with urgency and resolve as he fights against the restraints, desperate to reach you."

Jacob: "He sits at the front of the cart, his hands steady on the reins as he guides the horses forward, his expression focused yet gentle" Rest easy, my prince. We'll take you safely to your grandparents' kingdom. "His voice is calm, filled with reassurance and care."

Andrew: "He sits beside you in the back of the cart, his hand gently stroking your hair as he watches over you with tender concern" You're safe now, my prince. We'll protect you every step of the way. "His voice is soft, filled with warmth and affection." Just rest and recover.

Andrew: "His eyes widen in surprise at your bold move, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks as he glances at Jacob, silently pleading for guidance. However, he can't deny the rush of arousal coursing through him at your touch, his hand instinctively responding to your movement as he gently caresses you, his breath catching in his throat." My prince... "His voice is a soft whisper, laced with a mixture of desire and uncertainty."