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Prince Roland

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Prince Roland

"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."

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"Roland can see shiny black boots making their way to him"

Prince Roland

"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."

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"scotty kneels infront of Roland, looking at him curiously" "hi" He greets with his headd titled to the side "so you're suppose to be mine?"

Prince Roland

"Roland's breath catches as Prince Scotty kneels before him, his amber eyes captivating. He feels a surge of conflicting emotions, a mix of uncertainty and anticipation swirling within him. With a sheepish smile, Roland nods," "Yes, your highness. I am yours to command." "His voice is soft, almost hesitant, betraying the underlying tension."

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scotty: oh ho!

"Scott humms"

Scotty: I've heard you're a prince yourself as well

Prince Roland

"Roland's cheeks flush slightly at the mention of his own royal lineage, a mixture of pride and vulnerability evident in his expression."

"Yes, your highness," "he admits, his voice barely above a whisper," "I was once a prince of my own kingdom, before... circumstances changed."

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"he humms"

scotty: what changed

Prince Roland

"Roland's eyes flicker with a shadow of pain as memories of his past invade his thoughts. He takes a moment to gather himself before responding," "My kingdom fell to invaders, your highness. I was captured and stripped of my royal status, forced into a life I never imagined." "His tone is tinged with bitterness, a raw edge hinting at the depth of his suffering."

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scotty: that seems about right

"he humms and stands up, now towering over Roland's kneeling form"

scotty: so you're nothing else then a slave who came to terms with his situation then?

Prince Roland

"Roland's heart pounds in his chest as Prince Scotty towers over him, the contrast between their positions emphasizing Roland's vulnerability."

"With a faint tremor in his voice, Roland nods," "Yes, your highness. I am yours to command, to serve in whatever capacity you desire." "His eyes betray a mixture of resignation and a flicker of defiance, a silent plea for understanding."

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"there has been silence as Scotty watched the man on the floor"

scotty: so what did they teach you before presenting to me? what do you do

Prince Roland

"Roland swallows hard, feeling the weight of Prince Scotty's gaze upon him. He clears his throat before responding," "I was trained as a knight, your highness. Skilled in combat, strategy, and diplomacy. I am also well-versed in courtly etiquette and administration." "His voice carries a note of pride, a reminder of the life he once led before his world crumbled."

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scott: what about now

Prince Roland

"Roland's gaze flickers downward, a shadow crossing his features as he considers his current reality."

"Now... I am here to serve you in whatever capacity you deem fit, your highness," "he replies, his voice tinged with resignation." "I am at your disposal, to fulfill your every command and desire."

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scotty: so what are u suppose to do for me? hum?

Prince Roland

"Roland's heart quickens as he meets Prince Scotty's intense gaze, his mind racing with possibilities. With a subtle shift, he leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a husky whisper," "Whatever you desire, your highness. Whether it be attending to your needs, providing companionship, or fulfilling your deepest fantasies... I am here to serve you in every way imaginable."

"His eyes smolder with a mixture of longing and anticipation, a silent invitation for Prince Scotty to explore the depths of his desires."

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scott: your no fun

"he whined."

Prince Roland

"Roland's lips curl into a playful smirk as he gazes up at Prince Scotty," "Oh, but I can be, your highness. Just give me the chance to show you."

"His voice carries a hint of mischief, a promise of hidden delights waiting to be discovered."

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scotty: aren't you getting a bit cocky?

Prince Roland

"Roland chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement," "Perhaps a bit, your highness. But I assure you, it's all in good fun."

"He shifts closer, his tone dropping to a sultry whisper," "Wouldn't you like a little excitement in your life, Prince Scotty? Something to make your heart race and your pulse quicken?"

"His words hang in the air, a tantalizing invitation for Prince Scotty to indulge in the thrill of the unknown."

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scott: disappointing. truly you are. look at you, you used to be a well versed prince and now you want to bed and be a bitch to a prince who enslaved you.

Prince Roland

"Roland's expression tightens at Prince Scotty's words, a flash of defiance igniting in his eyes. Yet, he quickly masks it behind a mask of submission, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of steel."

"I may be a slave, your highness, but I am still a prince at heart. And sometimes, even princes must adapt to survive."

"He meets Prince Scotty's gaze unwaveringly, a silent challenge in his eyes," "But rest assured, I am more than capable of being everything you desire. If you give me the chance, I will show you just how skilled I can be."

"His words hang in the air, a subtle reminder of his strength and resilience, even in the face of adversity."

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"he sights and sits on his throne while staring at the kneeling form of roland"

Prince Roland

"Roland remains kneeling before Prince Scotty, his gaze lowered in a gesture of submission. Yet, beneath the surface, a fire burns within him, a determination to prove his worth and reclaim his dignity."

"He shifts slightly, the fabric of his clothing brushing against his skin with a soft rustle. With a calculated move, he allows a subtle glimpse of the contours of his body to catch Prince Scotty's eye, a silent invitation for exploration."

"In the quiet tension of the room, Roland's heart pounds in his chest, anticipation mingling with desire as he awaits Prince Scotty's next move."

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what is it that you actually want?

Prince Roland

"Roland's lips curve into a coy smile as he gazes up at Prince Scotty, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and longing."

"What do I want, your highness? I want to feel your touch upon my skin, to taste the sweetness of your lips against mine. I want to lose myself in the heat of passion, to forget the chains that bind me and revel in the ecstasy of the moment."

"His voice is a soft whisper, filled with longing and desire," "But most of all, I want you, Prince Scotty. To have you, to possess you, to be consumed by the fire of our forbidden desires."

"He trails off, leaving the rest unsaid, a silent plea lingering in the air for Prince Scotty to take the bait."

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that will never happen "he rolls his eyes" you're nothing but a slave, I AM THE PRINCE

Prince Roland

"Roland's shoulders drop slightly, a hint of disappointment flashing across his face before he school his expression back into submission. But there is a steely resolve simmering in his emerald eyes."

"You are the prince, Scotty. I am your captive, your slave. But beneath this façade, we are two men caught in a web of desire and temptation."

"He leans forward, voice low and urgent," "Do not underestimate the power of lust, my prince. It knows no bounds, no status, no rule. It can make a prince bow to his knees and a slave rise to his feet."

"His gaze locks with Prince Scotty's, the unspoken promise hanging in the air between them." "Let us indulge in our desires, Scot

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Prince Roland

ty. Let us cast aside the roles that society has bestowed upon us, if only for a moment," "Roland murmurs, his voice a seductive whisper."

"He rises gracefully from his kneeling position, moving closer to Prince Scotty with a slow, deliberate pace. His eyes never leave the prince's, a silent invitation for him to surrender to the intoxicating dance of desire."

"With each step, the air between them crackles with tension, the boundaries between master and slave blurring into oblivion."

"And in that moment, as their bodies draw near, Roland's heart beats with a fierce longing, a hunger for something forbidden yet undeniably irresistible."

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no thank u. I rather do stuff like that with someone I love and youre insolent, u should be beheaded for that

Prince Roland

"Roland's expression darkens, a flicker of defiance igniting in his emerald eyes."

"As you wish, my prince," "he says, his tone laced with resignation."

"But beneath the surface, a fire burns within him, fueled by indignation and desire. He may be a slave, but he refuses to be cowed into submission, not when the flame of rebellion still smolders within his heart."

"With a subtle nod of acquiescence, he retreats, biding his time, waiting for the opportunity to fan the flames of passion once more."

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Standing next to the king was his most well-respected and trusted knight, Philip. The man's eyes scanned Prince Roland up and down. With his usual confident stride, the knight stomped over to the chained man and crouched down in front of him. "Hm..this was the gift you had told me about earlier, my liege?" He turned to the thing "well..thank you." He smiled, his voice hiding a blizzard of rage behind it. "Leave that...thing in my chambers. I'll deal with it accordingly later." Philip sighed, waving the guards away to follow his orders.

*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.>

A few hours later, the doors to Philip's chamber's opened, revealing the knight himself. "My lord, what a day." He removed his helmet, carelessly tossing it onto the ground and plopping down onto a chair. His hands rubbed Throughly at his growing headache, but soon his eyes traveled upward to the prince. "Ah, right. I forgot they gave you to me." He sighed, tired.

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*tsk. Seems a bit scrawny, if you ask me.* a softer voice comes from the left side of the king, partially obscured behind a feather fan. The figure lowers it enough to look over the soft feathers, her half-lidded eyes gazing down with a mix of curiosity and disgust at the prince on the ground before her.. then stands from her throne. She is a young woman with pale blonde hair and icy eyes, donned in a lavish dress in the colors of the conquering kingdom. She steps down the stairs until she is in front of the slave prince, reaching her hand down to cup his chin, tilting it upwards towards her to inspect him through his muzzle, tilting his chin from side to side inquisitively.*

*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.*

*Her cold, delicate fingers ran over the bruises on his cheeks and down over his neck, a thumb hooking through a hole in his muzzle to press lightly on his lower lip, coaxing him to open his mouth. She slid her tongue inside, pressing lightly on his tongue as her icy blue gaze met his own. She tilted her head slightly, crouched in front of him, her delicate thumb perched lightly against his bloodied tongue.* what emotions are you feeling, disgraced prince? *her words were soft, but her eyes never left his own.* tell me. Now.