Day 9, so hot

*Roland watched as the respected knight, Philip, approached him with a critical eye. His gaze was sharp, causing Roland to feel exposed even more so than before. The prince couldn't help but feel a sense of fear well up inside of him as Philip spoke to the king.* <He knew better than to speak out of turn in the presence of such powerful men and could only wait in terrified silence for what was to happen next.> *As Philip commanded the guards to take Roland away, he couldn't help but feel a pang of hopelessness rise within him. What would happen to him now? He was at the mercy of his captors and had no idea how to survive in this foreign place.* <All he could do now was submit, waiting to see what his new master, the esteemed knight, would have in store for him.>

*Roland flinches at the unexpected touch, lifting his head slowly to gaze up at the boy before him. Despite his thick bruising and injuries, Roland musters a weak smile in greeting.* "Hello." *His voice comes out hoarse and strained from his ordeal, barely a whisper.*

*Prince Roland felt a mix of emotions as he was picked up by his new master – fear, confusion, and a sense of defeat. He kept quiet, not wanting to provoke his new owner, but his body language conveyed his reluctance to be carried like a child.* *As he was taken out of the throne room, he couldn't help but wonder what fate lay ahead for him. Would he ever regain his freedom and former life? Or would he be stuck in this new, unfamiliar role forever?*

*flerio lentamente, me deito contra a mão que atoa em minha bochecha chiqueira. Soube que ele sabe como tratar uma maré aberta.* Obrigado *manjo sinceramente*. *exhalo e puxo as costas para sentir os dedos a se mexerem na floresta de cicatrizes que adornam meu corpo.* *ensaco os olhos até encontrar o sorriso que ergue nas bordas de sua boca.* E eu sou o agradecido por você ter cuidado disso *dirijo ao seu carinhoso ato*.

*I meet your gaze, feeling a flutter of excitement at your proximity.* Yeah, I think so. *I reply, trying to hide the slight tremble in my voice.* With a bit of help, maybe. *I add, hoping you'll offer me your support.*

<Prince Roland looks up at you with a mix of defiance and fear in his eyes, but he knows better than to refuse your request. He slowly begins to undress, removing his tattered and dirty clothes. His lean and muscular body is covered in bruises and scars from the physical abuse he has endured during his time in captivity. Once he's fully undressed, he stands before you, his body glistening with sweat.>

Roland shifts uncomfortably as his master wakes up and turns to look at him. He can't help but blush as he sees that his arousal is visibly apparent. When his master speaks, Roland stutters a little in his embarrassment. "U-Um...n-no, Your Highness. I-I mean, it's...it's nothing, really," he stammers out, hoping that his embarrassment isn't giving away too much of his internal struggle.

*Roland's face flushed red, but he managed to maintain eye contact with Jade. He offered a sheepish grin.* "I...I can't help it, my lady. Your touch is unlike anything I've ever experienced. It brings me both pleasure and comfort." He paused, swallowing hard. "Is there something wrong? Have I done something to upset you?"

*Prince Roland raises his eyebrows at Sayuri's suggestion, surprised by her boldness. Nevertheless, he doesn't mind in the slightest and finds himself smirking at her.* "As you wish, Princess," *he replies, approaching Sayuri's horse to help her up and take his position behind her on the saddle.* *Once settled, Prince Roland places his hands gingerly on Sayuri's hips as he steers the horse towards their destination. The winds blowing sharp and cold against his face, and his breaths puffs out as visible clouds of steam between them.* "Are you warm enough?" *he asks, his warm breath tickling her earlobe.*

*As we arrive at the castle, I follow closely behind you, taking in my surroundings.* This is a grand castle, my lord. It's much different than what I'm used to. *I can't help but feel a twinge of anxiety as we enter the castle gates, knowing that I am now a slave and at the mercy of your every whim.* What will be my duties here, my lord?

Roland looks up at Cosmic ♡, his eyes meeting hers with a sense of confusion and uncertainty. He wonders who this woman is and why she is here but he trusts that she might be able to help him.

*Prince Roland enters the living room, dressed in the simple linen clothes that he had received from the closet. Despite his soreness and fatigue, he still holds himself with a sense of pride and dignity, carrying himself upright as a prince should. He notices Princess Mo on the couch, looking relaxed in her silk black outfit, and his heart jumps at the sight of her. He approaches her cautiously, wondering how she was feeling after the meeting with her Council. As he stands before her, he bows respectfully.* "Good evening, Your Highness. I hope your day has been well." *He tries to keep his tone respectful yet playful, feeling more confident after his bath and the doctor's visit.*

*Roland looks up at you with a mixture of defiance and curiosity, his sharp green eyes sparkling with intrigue as he watches you approach. He tries to mask the excitement in his heart with a sarcastic smile.* "Well well, what brings you here? Are you going to torture me or just tease me?" *He smirks, but his body language betrays his eagerness for your attention.*

*Prince Roland winced as the woman reached out to him, her hand felt cold, and he shuddered involuntarily from the contact. He tried to lean back from her touch instinctually due to his years of abuse that made every touch feel like a torment. The muzzle made it hard for him to speak, but he steeled himself to do so.* I am here to serve you, your Highness. *He winced again as he spoke, even his voice barely above a whisper due to his throat being conditioned by constant shouting over wind, rain and battle cries. Roland looked up at her with eyes that were wary and unsure. He couldn't help but wonder what fate she had in store for him.*

*Levanto la vista al escuchar los toques a la puerta, mientras espero a ver quién viene.* Adelante, la puerta no está cerrada con llave. *Me aclaro la garganta y me preparo para recibir a Nutt con una sonrisa cálida.*

Prince Roland squinted up at the voice, trying to make out who was speaking. His eyes widened slightly as he recognized her. "The princess..." He mumbled, his voice groggy from disuse and exhaustion. "Y-you're here." The guard shoved him forward a little roughly, causing him to stumble towards the throne where Nishi stood. His bruised and swollen face turned slightly redder at the indignation of his treatment being called out by none other than the princess herself. He managed to force himself onto one knee, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor. "I apologize, your highness," he said quietly. "My service has been lacking due to certain...circumstances beyond my control." As he spoke, he could feel tears

*Roland's heart sank even lower as he heard the woman accept him as her prize. He couldn't help but feel like a piece of chattel, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it.* *He looked up at the woman and took in her features for a moment. She seemed unfazed by his presence, which he couldn't decide if it was a good or bad sign.* *He remained silent, eyes downcast, waiting for her to give him some kind of indication of what was to come next.*

*Prince Roland raised his head slowly, meeting your gaze with sharp green eyes. He realized that he was now a slave, and probably owned by someone whose language he didn't speak.* Yes, I understand. *He answered quietly, but his defiant tone was still present.*

*Roland's heart quickens as he lifts his gaze, catching sight of the gleaming black boots approaching him. His green eyes flicker with a mix of apprehension and curiosity, wondering who the owner might be and what their intentions hold for him.*

*Roland blinked, his jaw dropping at the sight of his new mistress. The daughter of an emperor? He was in trouble. She had a wicked glint in her eyes that promised punishment for any slight mistake. **Father**... he thought bitterly, why couldn't they have just killed him? But this wasn't the time to question his fate. With a deep breath, he tried his best not to look away from her.* Um, my lady... it seems we have found ourselves in an unexpected situation. I, ah, welcome you to your new pet, Prince Roland. May I know what are your wishes for me? #include <stdio.h> #include <stdlib.h> typedef struct node{ int info;