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"The queen wasn't the one who approached you but the drunken youngest Prince of Dransta, Jamal Korpiklaani. The young prince had quite the reputation due to his fancy for gruff men and whenever he seemed to get his hands on one they'd leave his room looking as if they'd had their pride stripped from them. Jamal was fairly handsome but was easily one of the best looking men in the kingdom. His white tuxedo barely hid his muscular torso beneath it and his brown eyes locked their gaze onto you. A wide grin on his handsome face with each step that closed the distance between you two. Jamal was slightly taller than you by just a few inches but he was certainly wider than you with his broader shoulders. The twinkling lights in the ballroom seemed to make his dark skin glimmer and his slicked back dark hair was getting messier by the hour." Can I interest you in a salmon puff? "Jamal asked, his breath tickling your ear with a faint hint of wine as he held a small plate with a few salmon puffs towards you in his left hand, sipping more wine from his glass in his right hand."

"Jamal was quite optimistic, he got a glance from you and that was good enough for him, it showed he had a choice. He cleared his throat and placed his empty wine glass on the tray of a passing waitor. He turned to face to ballroom dancefloor trying to guess what you were gazing at as he fed himself one of the few salmon puffs on his plate. His large biceps brushing against your own as he leaned over to whisper against hoping he could make some small talk." Beautiful night isn't it? "Jamal asked, flashing his charming smile once more as he admired the dancefloor."

Why is that? "Jamal asked, being a prince he didn't converse with people much and couldn't pick up the subtle hinting that you didn't wish to speak to him. He chewed his salmon puff and swallowed it leaving around three on his plate. He turned to look at you again wondering why you had stepped that far away and he quickly moved to shorten the distance once more making you cornered." I can't believe you didn't want to taste any, this is impeccable. "Jamal commented, lifting a salmon puff that was stabbed by his silver fork to your lips." Do try it, it would please me so. "Jamal whispered, tilting his head to the side and offering another smile."

Suit yourself, Lord Chauvelart. "Jamal sighed, feeding himself the rejected salmon puff. He was at a loss of what to do rejected twice by the handsome man who was so clearly his type. Jamal placed his plate on a nearby table and grabbed a glass of wine that was passing by on a waitor's tray. He chugged the glass hoping to receive some liquid courage and try again. He wiped his lips with a handkerchief and thought of maybe going with a compliment." Your hair looks lovely, as if tonight's sky chose to warm your head. "Jamal said, lifting a hand and curling a loose end of your hair around his index finger before lifting it to his gaze admiringly."

"Jamal was shocked a Lord had managed to speak to him this way. As a pampered prince he was rather spoilt and did as he pleased with anyone, this scolding was something he'd never experienced before. Jamal stepped back trying to figure out how it made him feel, being scolded by such a handsome man he couldn't help but find the scene arousing." ...my apologies, your lordship. "Jamal said, his voice softening slightly. He strided towards the large doors opening towards the garden and pushed them open." Would you mind some fresh air? "Jamal offered, tilting his head towards the royal garden and leaving the ballroom."

You joined me after all. "Jamal's voice was heard but the direction it came from was uncertain. The clopping of a horse's hooves against the cobblestone walkway of the palace garden could be heard from behind. Jamal was found atop a black stallion with fur darker than his skin, which both seemed to glisten in the soft moonlight." This is Puka, my trusty steed. The gardens are best seen on horseback. "Jamal explained, a warm smile on his face as he pulled puka's reins slowing the marvelous horse to a stop. He extended a hand towards you offering you a seat on the back of his saddle." Would you like to see them with me, Zaphyr?

"Jamal couldn't stop a chuckle from escaping his lips at the sight of the ever passive Lord Chauvelart struggling to sit astride a horse's saddle. He found the sight precious and promptly jumped off his horse to help you." Are you aware of how adorable you are? "Jamal asked, his breath tickling your ear as he grabbed hold of your waist getting ready to help you onto the horse. He grunted behind you, hoisting you onto the saddle with ease then hoisting himself onto the saddle to sit behind you. His muscular chest pressing against your back as he grabbed the horse's reins." Don't grab the reins if you get scared, it'll freak out Puka. "Jamal warned, his warm breath tickling the scapha of your ear as he spoke."

"Jamal didn't say a word after his warnings, hoping to have a memorable experience during his horse ride with you. The only sounds that met his ears were the steady trotting of Pukas hooves against the cobblestone, a few crickets singing to the full moon and the rushing water from the many fountains. He preferred his seat behind you on the horse it worked out fine, you could look at the garden and he could look at you. Jamal thought back to how he felt when you had scolded him as he studied your appearance. The moonlight seemed to make every part of you that his eyes laid on beautiful. Your long black hair glimmering before his eyes, the features of your striking face and the golden earring that dangled from your left ear. His eyes trailed over your body gazing at your sturdy frame, your broad shoulders connecting to your torso that lead down to your slender waist. Jamal thought of only one word to describe the beauty before him; elegant. His eyebrows furrowed at the realisation, he'd never thought of a man as elegant before or even beautiful. The silence on the ride through the breathtaking palace garden was soon broken when Jamal finally spoke" Has anyone ever called you Beautiful, Zaphyr? "Jamal whispered, tilting his head waiting for an answer."

I would never describe your beauty as a trivial matter. "Jamal scoffed, turning his gaze away from Puka's mane to your eyes. He realized he was a bit close when his nose brushed against your own and a slight blush rose to his cheeks at the thought. He cleared his throat and wriggled around on the horse trying to get a bit of distance between him and this man who seemed to be entrancing him." I find you beautiful. "Jamal argued, clicking his tounge to signal a stop to Puka who immediately obeyed. Jamal was finally at his favourite part of the garden, the grand fountain. The grand fountain was in the center of the garden and was built to be around 2 stories high, statues made to resemble angels and Cupid's all over it's intricate design. The water that flowed from every orifice into pools of water of various sizes all lead down to the largest pool of water at its base. Jamal slid off Puka with ease then turned to you holding out his hands as if he was receiving a baby. He didn't know if you needed help getting off the horse since you needed help getting on but it didn't hurt to assume." Will you come to me, Zaphyr? "Jamal asked, flashing another charming smile."

"Jamal smirked at your stubborn behaviour, he wondered if you knew he found it enticing. He was a prince, he had always gotten what he desired and now he desired you. The moon was beautiful but the night was chilly, Jamal didn't notice that I until he saw you rubbing your arms for warmth. He smiled at the opportunity to be closer to you and unbuttoned the buttons of his jacket. He opened the flaps of his jacket and strided over to you." It's not much but I think I'm fairly warm. "Jamal said, offering you a warm smile and holding his arms open a while longer giving you the opportunity to come into them for warmth if you desired it."

When will you stop being so stubborn, Zaphyr?. "Jamal sighed, rolling his eyes and striding over to you until he stood before you. He took your hand in his and lifted it to his cheek to feel your knuckles. His breath in the cold air becoming a small cloud as he exhaled." You are cold, come here. "Jamal whispered, his voice soothing and soft as his brown eyes met your gaze. The rustling water drowned out the sound of his shoes tapping against the cobblestone walkway as he drew himself yet again closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into his warm embrace trying to keep you as warm as he could, ignoring your stubborn lies that you weren't cold. He pressed his body against yours as he looked down at you, the tip of his nose touching yours as he spoke again." You can hold me as long as you wish, Zaphyr.

"Jamal smiled once you finally admitted you were cold, your stubbornness was enticing to him. He'd never met someone who could resist him, a prince, as blatantly as you. He rested his chin atop the crown of your head, your body in his arms making him delude himself into thinking you were his and his alone." Have you realised that you fit perfectly in my arms, Zaphyr? "Jamal whispered after a few minutes had passed, his voice a sharp knife cutting through the lull of the fountain's rushing water. He could feel your heartbeat against his own chest and he knew you could feel his. He inhaled deeply gladly taking advantage of the warm hug as an excuse to touch you."

You'd never let me forget it. "Jamal replied with a slight chuckle, he tilted his head to the side to look down at you after you pulled from his embrace. The smell of your hair was etched in his brain and he was drunk with adoration each time he thought he could almost smell it. He lifted his right hand and brushed his fingers along your cheek then raked them through your long, luscious locs of dark hair." You are the image of a man's dreams, Zaphyr. "Jamal whispered, the idea that he had fallen for you simply from the fact that you treated him as any other man seemed like a crazy thought to him but as his eyes settled on your plump lips he knew it was no idea. His right hand on your cheek brushing its left thumb gently across your lower lip as Jamal stared at it."

We could if that's what you desire- "Jamal mumbled watching you turn away from him to get pack in the horse, your body sliding out of his embrace. He eyes widened watching you slip on a wet patch of the walkway that he fountain spilled over on, you probably hadn't seen it in your haste to get back on the horse." -be careful, Zaphyr! "Jamal blurted, his sturdy arms darting out to wrap around your waist pulling you into him to keep you from falling. His eyes inspected the wet stones on the ground paying no attention to your hands on his chest. Puffs of his breath danced around your lips like small clouds in the chilly wind."

"Jamal's eyes finally left the sidewalk and returned your gaze, the feeling of you slipping out of his arms one that he was experiencing far too often. He noticed your distant behaviour and the way you had looked into his eyes, he couldn't understand you. It was like you wanted him but didn't wish to have him at the same time, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion." Fine we'll go back to the castle. "Jamal sighed, he didn't understand your behaviour but it was cute in his eyes. He stepped closer to you and brushed his right thumb against your left cheek before leaning down to place a soft peck on your cheek. He stepped away with a smirk not wanting to see your reaction to it as he went to calm his horse with an apple."