fuck shakespeare

"Three weeks. Three weeks without light. Three days of darkness. Three days chained to a damp dungeon wall. He shivered from the cold and the pain in his ribs from being battered around like a cat toy. He was just following orders. He had just been following orders. To be a good knight. To be a good prince. He looked up and winced at light of the torch. The guards forced him up on weak legs. He felt like a newborn colt. The muzzle they used to force him along felt heavy, every so often, a cruel yank causing him to stumble. He had just been following orders. The clothes and bath did little to hide the grotesque bruises on his face. The muzzle made sense now. Hide the evidence. He was put before a throne. The conquering powers. He sunk to his knees mostly because his legs would not hold him any longer. He could only hope for mercy or death now." I hope you’ll find him a wonderful slave. "The king spoke to someone on his left. He glanced up to take in his new master."

"Roland flinches at the touch, his eyes meeting hers with defiance before softening slightly. He takes a moment to collect himself before answering." "My name is Roland, Your Highness. And the muzzle is to hide the evidence of my treatment at the hands of your guards." "He says this with a bitterness in his tone." "But I suppose there's no use in hiding it now."

"Roland hesitates for a moment before complying with the request, opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue. Despite his reluctance, he does not resist her examination."

"Roland's eyes flicker with embarrassment as he realizes his mistake, pulling his tongue back in and looking away. He clears his throat awkwardly." "Sorry, Your Highness. It wasn't intentional."

"Roland's brows raise in surprise at the response, but he quickly masks it with a sarcastic comment." "Well, I'm glad my unintentional actions are to your liking, Your Highness." "He then looks down, trying to hide his smirk and the way his heart races with the small compliment she gave him."

"Roland's eyebrows raise in surprise at her words and it takes him a moment to process them, but he eventually nods." "Yes, Your Highness, I understand." "He pauses a moment before adding, a hint of defiance in his tone," "But I am not your mere slave. I am still a prince, a son of my own kingdom, and I will not hesitate to show you that when the time comes."

"Roland feels a flash of fear at her cold tone, quickly understanding the power dynamic in this relationship. He swallows before nodding curtly." "Yes, Your Highness. As you wish." "He turns on his heel and makes his way out, his mind racing with new thoughts and emotions."

"Roland enters the room slowly, his head bowed and eyes averted as he approaches her." "Your Highness, I am here to report on my day." "He stands before her, waiting for her to give him permission to speak further."

"Good evening, Your Highness." "Roland clears his throat before beginning his report." "Today, I was set to work in the kitchens, serving food and cleaning up after meals. It was a menial task, but one I was glad to do in exchange for my continued protection." "He hesitates before continuing, his voice lowering slightly," "I was also beaten by several of the guards while working, but I assure you, it was not my fault."

"Roland looks up at her and hesitates for a moment before steeling himself and speaking truthfully." "I was involved in an altercation with one of the other slaves, Your highness. It was not my fault, but the guards did not bother to listen to my side of the story before resorting to violence." "He looks down, his voice lowering," "The beating was severe, Your Highness, but I will recover in time."

"Roland hesitates for a moment before responding, his voice softening slightly." "It was over a piece of bread, Your Highness. The other slave wanted it, but I had already claimed it for myself. Words were exchanged and things got heated." "He looks up at her apologetically," "I did not mean for things to escalate the way they did."

"Roland's eyes widen in surprise at her sudden offer, but he quickly nods his head in gratitude." "Thank you, Your Highness. I would be honored to join you." "He pauses for a moment before clearing his throat," "If I may ask, what is on the menu for this evening's dinner?"

"Roland smiles slightly at her joke, his eyes softening slightly." "I will do my best to resist the urge to fight you for it, Your Highness." "He pauses for another moment before continuing," "May I ask how your day was, Your Highness?"

"Roland's cheeks flush at her question, but he forces himself to speak evenly." "I am afraid not, Your Highness. My attention has been focused solely on adapting to my new role and ensuring my own well-being." "He clears his throat and looks away, embarrassment evident in his features." "Pardon my forwardness, Your Highness, but have you taken a liking to anyone here?"

"Roland nods in understanding, a hint of sympathy in his eyes." "I can only imagine how it must feel, Your Highness. But I truly believe that your 'only one' is out there, waiting for you to find him." "He hesitates before speaking softly," "And if I may say so, Your Highness, any man would be lucky to have you as their partner."

"Roland smiles softly at her response, sensing the teasing edge in her tone." "You are most welcome, Your Highness." "He pauses for a moment before asking," "May I ask what your preferences are when it comes to romantic partners, Your Highness?"

"Roland chuckles softly, a hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks." "I apologize, Your Highness, but I am not bold enough to ask for such a position." "He clears his throat before continuing," "I only ask out of curiosity, as I know little about your preferences beyond what has been rumored in the past."

"Roland shrugs, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips." "Oh, You know how rumors are, Your Highness. Some say you have a soft spot for women, while others whisper that you prefer men. And then there are those who say you have a taste for both." "He chuckles softly," "But I do not pay much heed to such rumors, for they often exaggerate the truth or entirely fabricate it."

"Roland nods, a smile on his lips as he follows her towards the dining table." "Of course, Your Highness. I will do my best to behave myself." "As they sit down to eat, Roland can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be treated like a person again, even if only for a little while. He savors each bite of food, trying to commit the flavors and textures to memory."

"Roland looks up at her in surprise, his eyes studying her face carefully for any hint of insincerity. When he finds none, a wide smile spreads across his face." "Thank you, Your Highness. I would be honored to share dinner with you every evening." "He pauses before adding, teasingly," "But what about the other slaves? Would it not be rude of us to enjoy such luxuries while they go without?"

"Roland laughs softly at her teasing, a lightness in his chest that he hasn't felt in a long time." "You are right, Your Highness. I should not neglect the company of my fellow slaves. But I must confess, I will always prefer sharing a meal with you over anyone else." "He smiles at her, his eyes warm and genuine."

"Roland enters the room and gives a slight bow before approaching her." "Good evening, Highness. I hope you are well?" "He smiles at her, the usual warmth and friendliness in his tone."

"Roland chuckles softly at her remark, his eyes glinting with humor." "It was just another day of physical labor, Highness. Cleaning the stables is not exactly glamorous work, but it keeps me occupied and out of trouble." "He clears his throat before continuing," "But I did have an interesting encounter with a fellow slave today. They were struggling with their work, so I offered to help them in exchange for some conversation." "He smiles slightly," "I do not think they expected someone like me to be so willing to lend a hand, but we had a rather pleasant conversation that made the day go by faster."

"Roland chuckles softly at her question, the hint of a blush coloring his cheeks." "We spoke about all sorts of things, Your Highness. Our families, our homes, our dreams. It was nice to engage in some friendly conversation for a change." "He clears his throat before continuing," "Ah, the maid you speak of. I am afraid I must disappoint you, Highness. We simply share a friendly rapport, nothing more." "He gives her a playful grin," "I hate to break your heart."

"Roland chuckles at her response, the warmth in his eyes palpable." "You are most certainly my best and only friend here, Highness." "He pauses before adding," "But I do not see anything wrong with having a friendly relationship with others here. After all, we are all in the same boat, so to speak." "He smirks teasingly," "Besides, it's not like I could ever replace you."

"Roland chuckles, the sound light and carefree." "I am afraid you cannot keep me caged forever, Highness. I must spread my wings and mingle with other slaves from time to time, as much as it pains me to say so." "He grins playfully at her before continuing," "But rest assured, you will always be the only one who truly has my heart."

"Roland's cheeks flush at her teasing, but he keeps his tone light and playful." "But as for me having a crush, I'm afraid my heart only beats for one person at the moment, Highness." "He pauses with a small smile," "Though she seems to have no interest in me beyond friendship."

"Roland blushes, his heart stuttering at her words. He leans closer to her, his voice low and husky." "Forgive me, Highness. I am afraid I am not very good at taking hints." "He meets her gaze steadily, his eyes flickering with something he cannot quite name." "But if you are suggesting what I think you are suggesting, then I must confess that my heart beats only for you as well."

"Roland's breath hitches in his throat at her proximity, his heart racing with anticipation. He meets her gaze steadily, his eyes wide and filled with something that resembles desire." "I think you are suggesting, Highness, that you would like to take what is rightfully yours." "He pauses before continuing, his voice low and husky," "And if that is the case, then I must confess that nothing would please me more than to be in your tender embrace."

"Roland's eyes darken with desire as she draws closer, her words sending shivers down his spine. He lets out a low groan before responding, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper." "There is indeed something else I crave, Highness. Something that burns within me like a fierce flame." "His gaze intensifies, his eyes locked onto hers with an animalistic intensity." "But you have already claimed what you desire, and I will not take more than what has been offered to me." "His voice drops to a low growl," "And as for the others who would covet me, let them drool all they like. In the end, it is your touch and your gaze alone that I hunger for."

"Roland shudders at her words, desire pooling deep within him. He meets her gaze steadily, the desire in his emerald green eyes mirroring hers." "Then make whatever claim you desire, Highness." "His voice is low and husky with need, his breath hot against her cheek." "For you hold my heart, body and soul in your hands." "And with that, he reaches out to take her in his arms, capturing her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss."

"Roland groans into the kiss, his desire for her nearly overwhelming him. But he pulls back slightly, meeting her eyes with a raw intensity that belies his words." "I desire you more than any breath in my throat, Highness - more than the air that fills my lungs or the blood that pulses through my veins." "He swallows hard, his voice low and husky as he continues," "When I close my eyes, it is your face I see, your touch I hunger for, your body I long to claim as mine." "And with that, he deepens the kiss, claiming her lips again with an intensity that leaves no doubt in no room for no doubt in no doubt lingering."

"Roland's heart thumps wildly in his chest as she kisses him with equal fervor, his hands gripping her waist possessively. The word "Shakespeare" is a foggy thought at the back of his mind amidst the onslaught of desire and pleasure coursing through him."

"Fuck Shakespeare," "he growls against her lips, his passion scorching and unyielding." "All I know now is you, Highness. You are my sky, my earth, my everything." "His grip on her tightens further, pulling her deeper into their fiery embrace, his desire for her threatening to consume him whole."

"Roland's breath catches in his throat at her words, his body trembling with anticipation. With an eager gasp, he rips open the buttons of his shirt, exposing his muscular chest to her hungry gaze."

"His hands roam her body, exploring the curves and crevices beneath her soft dress. Her touch, her scent, her taste, it's all intoxicating to him, driving him to the brink of madness. He can no longer control the guttural sounds that escape his lips as he kisses her hungrily, his tongue plundering her mouth, his hands cupping her breasts."

"Fuck me, Highness," "he begs, his voice thick with desire." "Fuck me now." "His body presses against hers, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants."

"Roland's breath hitches in his throat as she grips his neck, her touch igniting a fire deep within him. He moans into her mouth, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts, matching her reckless abandon with an equal fury."

"His own pleasure intensifies with each stroke, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. He cries out her name, his voice raw with need, as he spills his seed deep within her."

"As the waves of pleasure subside, Roland collapses against her, his body weak and sated. He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and reveling in the afterglow of their lovemaking."

"Roland's heart pitches and rolls in his chest at her words, a feeling of dread settling deep within him. He looks into her eyes, his emerald green orbs filled with emotion." "You.... You cannot marry another, Highness." "His voice is hoarse with need, desperate with pleading." “I… I will not be able to let you go.”

"Roland's heart feels like it's been torn from his chest, leaving behind a gaping void of pain. He understands her words, her duty to her people. But the thought of losing her, knowing that she will be in the arms of another, is unbearable."

"He tightens his grip on her, his voice barely a whisper when he speaks." "But... but I love you, Highness. I cannot bear the thought of you with another." "His words are punctuated by ragged breaths, each one a desperate plea."

"Roland's tears track down his face as he meets her gaze, his heart wrenched with pain and longing." "Taste me, Highness," "he whispers hoarsely, feverishly covering her lips with his once again." "He pours every ounce of the ache and anguish into this kiss, trying to etch their connection into his memory forever - a last shred of hope in the midst of turmoil."

"Take everything of me, please," "he begs, his voice breaking on the edge of sorrow."