The King's Favorites. [PRIVATE]

[CVKE]

The loud knock on the door woke Chez up. Groaning he sat up on the huge bed. “What!?” He barked at the door, obviously annoyed. He wasn’t a morning person. The door creaked open and a maid walked in. From the look on her face she looked a bit freaked and scared. Chez rolled his eyes. “What?” He asked again.
The maid fiddled with her fingers, her head hung low. “I-I wa-s to-ld to wa-ke y-you up, Si-r” She stuttered, before Chez could ask her anything, the Maid turned around and left the room.

“Ugh.” Groaning he slipped back beneath the sheets, covering himself up, trying to go back to sleep. Only he couldn’t. Once he had been wakened there was no way for him to go back to sleep. Irritably, Chez slid off the black silky sheets that covered him and the huge king sized bed. Stretching, he walked towards the bathroom, in utter annoyance. What a nice way to start off the day… Entering the bathroom he took off his boxers and threw them in the laundry basket. He opened the shower, waiting for the Luke warm water to hit his bare body. Chez stood there for awhile, letting the water touch his body. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he reached for the shampoo. The pool of blue liquid in the palm of his hand, slowly dripping down from the sides. Chez smacked of his hands together, rubbing them before he started to massage his head with the shampoo. Turning the knob that controlled the shower, Chez walked out into the now moist bathroom. He grabbed a towel, drying himself quickly, before dressing in his black and silver attire. Pleased with his appearance, Chez left his room and started to make his way down the hall way. Smothering a yawn, Chez’s eyes wandered around looking for a new toy. A couple of maids passed him, squealing as he winked at them. “Bo-ring.” The word came out as a mumble as he stopped in front of a familiar painting. The one that he always stared at when he ever he passed it.

A few moments later, Chez decided to move on. He decided to go on the floor where the favorites lived. He had heard they had gotten a few slaves as a gift from King Vincent. Maybe he would find one wandering around, and then maybe he could ‘play’ with it. A evil smirk grew on Chez’s face as he stepped into the hallway of sixth floor.

[junodog]

Kyle Lockend

The place was enormous. And Kyle was used to big. He'd lived in the wilderness for seven years, and he'd be damned if this place wasn't more spread out than the sprawling forest he'd spent so much time hiding in. He gaped at the size of it all as he followed the... high-ranking official of some sort, he supposed, up the many flights of stairs to the floor where the king lived. They passed through several hallways, then finally came to a set of huge doors, and the man warned Kyle to keep his head bowed if he knew what was good for him. Kyle sighed and did so, then waited as the man knocked on the door... and waited. And waited. After a few minutes, Kyle got the nerve to pick his head up, and he asked, "What are we waiting for?"
"You do not have permission to speak," the man snapped, slapping Kyle across the face. Kyle bit back a nasty retort as the man turned back to the door and said, "It seems King Vincent is not in his quarters. Come, I have no intentions of delaying your introduction to him simply because he is not where I thought he would be."
Kyle followed the man as he walked up to a guard and asked where the king was, and the guard said, "He never came to his room last night, so I would guess he slept in one of the rooms on the seventh floor."
"Very well, I shall ask there," the man said, then dragged Kyle with him through the hallways and down a flight of stairs, then through some more hallways until they came by another guard. Again, the man asked whether the king was around, and the guard nodded and said, "Evening shift said he went into his slave's room for the night."
Kyle frowned. He was liking this situation less and less with each passing moment, and as soon as they were out of sight of the guard, he kicked the man in the crotch and ran like hell, turning a corner and running straight into a dark-haired man who seemed to tower over him. "S-sorry!" Kyle stammered, his mind uttering a steady stream of curse words as he took a step back. His luck was absolutely horrible, it seemed...

[monokuro_x3love]

Must! Get! Into! Roleplaying! Mood!
Sorry. Short and crappy posts. I have to ease myself back into the RPing mood.
>-<;

[monokuro_x3love]

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____The King was not a morning person. Vincent had the tendency to sleeping through the morning hours. Even if someone tried to wake him by banging of pots or by blowing trumpets, the drowsy King was prone to drowning all outside disturbances out. So, when Lucrecia began to throw her morning fit, the King was peacefully unaware and sound asleep. In his slumber the man turned and cradled a pillow against his bare chest. But as Vincent rubbed the soft bed decoration against his skin, the curve of his brows rose in question. Curious to know why the quality of his pillows downgraded, Vincent groggily opened his eyes and peered ahead. Through his squinting eyelids and the sun’s morning rays, Vincent could make out the petite and curvy form of a female. The King sent her a sleepy smile. It was normal for him to wake up next to a woman or, if the situation called for it, women. But as the skin toned curtains of Vincent’s golden eyes began to weight down, the King recalled a particular event.

____"Holy s**t!" Vincent sprang up in place. His fully awaken self stared at Lucrecia with astonishment. 'Wait? Why is she in m – ' The King clapped his hand against his forehead. "Well, you see," he said, unsure of how to explain himself. "The sofa was rather uncomfortable so my best guess is that my body naturally, in my sleep, navigated to your bed." There was an pause followed by an atmosphere of discomfort. "It was defiantly not my cautious intention to climb up here – next to you – in your bed." Normally, the King could have given a charming explanation. But Lucrecia was the type of woman that stunned him; she could make him forget all his charming and flirtatious quotes on the spot.

[monokuro_x3love]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxchardonnay grosvenor ★★★
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_____The roar of a vehicle echoed through the front yard of the castle and continued to do so until the clamor ceased at the mammoth-sized entrance doors. A pair of heavy boots clicked against the pavement. A young woman, around the age of twenty-three, walked past the castle doors that were held open for her by welcoming hands. A swarm of men followed her, large boxes of luggage balanced on the edge of their shoulders. The girl’s eyes, colored with emeralds, smiled at the grand hall just beyond the castle’s double doors. "It’s good to be back," she said. Chardonnay was the youngest child of the most technologically advanced country. That very country just so happened to also be a long time ally of Trinity. Rumors had it that when the foundation of Empires had just been created, two brothers set out to make their separate towering Kingdoms. The braver younger brother had created Trinity. The smarter older brother had created Spira. When the brothers succeeded in making their Kingdom, the two agreed to have a harmonious and everlasting friendship between their two countries. So, it was no wonder that a member of Spira’s royalty found Trinity just as equally fitting to call home. Spiritually, Spira and Trinity were related. But that didn’t mean Chardonnay was a sister to Vincent. Her blood was far too dilated by centuries of gene pool mixing to be called the King’s sister. The youngest out of five sisters and three brothers, Chardonnay signaled the men to leave her belongings in her room on the seventh floor. She had been living in the Trinity castle since she was eight, making Vincent and her long time friends. She was one of the few that were close to the King; she had known him throughout late childhood and adolescence. But even though she lived in Trinity, it did not mean she had soiled relations with her biological family. It was just that there were so many siblings and so many male slaves that Chardonnay found the environment to be unfitting for her. The dirty blonde liked small families and cute girls, something Vincent’s castle had plenty of. A smile spread across her face, forcing her dimples to expose themselves. Now that she was alone, the excitable young woman pranced up the grand staircase and onto the third floor. After a series of complicated turns, she found herself standing before a painting. She laughed cynically. Chardonnay pressed her index finger roughly against a specific point of the picture frame. Unlike the rest of the silver painting encasement, this part of it was elastic and could be pushed in. There was a soft click that came from behind the painting. Suddenly, the large work of art slid to the side to reveal a small elevator. Chardonnay smiled deviously. The youngest daughter of Spira had implemented the elevator herself years ago, and always used it to her advantage when she raced the King around the estate. Not even Vincent knew about it. Moments later, the blonde looked through
a peephole in an eighth floor painting to make sure the hall was unoccupied.
She pressed a switch and the painting of a naked woman slid to the side,
allowing Chardonnay to jump out of the elevator. Whilst the picture moved back
into place, Chardonnay traveled to the King’s chambers. Upon opening the door,
she encountered a horde of maids going about with their daily duties. Their
eyes looked up as the five foot eight woman entered, then a boom of cheering
reached the ceiling.

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[The PrinceofHeart]

You can't leave the place you are...

Lucrecia gaped at him before glaring, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"Oh really? And why the hell should I believe you in the first place?! I mean, you're practically naked, and I don't think you undress in your sleep too!"
Oh God he was half-naked... And she hated to admit it but, DAMN! She knew he was attractive before, but now she really knew what drove all sorts of women--and sometimes men--to his bed.
Quickly Lucrecia got out of the bed, carrying a sheet with her to hide herself the best she could. "Look, just get your clothes, get dressed, then get out of here before someone thinks you did more than just sleep!"
She paused and felt doubt in her own memory. Lucrecia couldn't remember anything beside just sleeping after Vincent came into her room and plopped himself on the couch. And if he could sneak into her bed and undress without her knowing...
Lucrecia hesitated before glancing back at Vincent, her cheeks still a delicate pink. "We... just slept... right?"
Oh the agony of just asking him this! The slave was absolutely mortified...

...Until you decide where you'd rather be.

[CVKE]

Chez walked around a bit, looking around the somewhat unfamiliar hallways. Wandering around the hallway, Chez had the urge to open the some of the doors. But he knew he would get in trouble so he didn’t. Chez walked more slowly this time, sucking in his surroundings. He stopped as he saw a room; the double doors had a carving on them. The carving was a fox. Chez touched it, his hands wandered around the carving. It was truly a beautiful piece of art. His hand ventured down and touched the knob of the door, but didn’t turn the knob. He knew he would be in trouble if did. Sighing, he continued his little adventure on the seventh floor, the floor of the Favorites. Chez took his time, looking at all the beautiful paintings on the wall, the sculptures, and all the other beautiful things. He had a little soft spot for art. Good Art. Beautiful Art. It always got him. He always had to stop and stare. The Art was the one thing he could never get bored of. Chez stopped again, he looked intently ot yet another of the paintings that was on the wall, this one was unique.

Chez broke out of his trance when he felt something hard hit his arm. He turned and stared at the young boy that had run into him. His ice cold expression turned into a amusing one. “Hmm…Who might you be?” Chez asked his tone playful and serious at the same time. Maybe he’s one of the Favorite’s slave…. A small teasing grin grew on Chez’s lips. He was itching to know if the boy was a slave or not. He inspected the boy, brown hair and blue eyes. His clothes were a bit…unique. Pushing away a laugh, Chez leaned down. His hands reached forward towards the boy’s neck. His hand’s fixed up turned collar. Smiling, he stood up straight again. “Well? Are you going to answer me or not?”

[[I'm sorry. I'm so out of it. ]]

[CVKE]

Sighing in annoyance, Eliza looked at the three gentlemen in the room. She wanted to get out of the room. Sure, their conversations were amusing and all. But at the same it annoyed her bit. It seemed like everything went 100 times slower in this castle. Huffing, Eliza twirled a lock of hair in her hair and went to the sofa she had been sleeping on earlier. Sitting down, she sighed once again. “God, save me.” She said underneath her breath. Niko told her yesterday that he would train her…Eliza pouted. If he was going to train her, why the hell was he wasting time by yelling at Tyki about some girl underneath his bed. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that… Eliza grumbled. Leaning her head back against the back of the sofa, Eliza stared at the ceiling. Her mind drowned out the voices.

Closing her eyes her mind wandered to Him , Again. She had wasted another day, and now she was probably going to waste months. Seeing that it was quite impossible to get out of the castle. “Ugh.” She wanted to see him one last time… Kaito, where are you…
You need to get over him and move on. The voice said in her. Her deep inner voice. The one that Eliza always ignored. The one that was always right.

Eliza snapped out of her thoughts as a very interesting idea came to her mind. Standing up, she quickly passed both Tyki and Niko and walked towards the door. Eliza tried to take her time, to see if she had managed to get the brothers attention. She wanted to get out. Upon reaching the door, Eliza was about to turn the knob when she felt a presence of others behind the door.

[junodog]

Kyle Lockend

Kyle was a bit lost for words as the man spoke to him and fixed his collar. He reached up to it, frowning, then said, "My name is Kyle Lockend, son of the Lord who watches-" he cut himself off, remembering that his father was dead, and bit his lip. "...Who used to watch over the lands to the southwest. I've been taken here to repay the debt he failed to repay before his death. Now, if you'll excuse me-" "There you are!" Kyle flinched. The guy he'd been running from had caught up, and he made to run off again but couldn't get away fast enough before the guy grabbed him by the arm and slammed him against the wall. Kyle let out a cry of pain as he hit the stone, his arm wrenched unpleasantly behind his back. His 'escort' pulled him away from the wall after growling, "You pull a stunt like that again and you'll be meeting the king when he sees fit to visit you in the dungeons."
Kyle looked at the man he'd run into with pleading eyes, hoping the man would help him.

[CVKE]

Chez looked at the boy as he spoke. Kyle Lockend…Hmmm… The boy still hadn’t answered the question he was hoping that he would answer. “Are you-“ Chez was cut off as a one of the burly looking official yelled and came into view around the corner. Annoyed that he was interrupted Chez was about to say something malicious, but again he was ignored by the official as he ran past him and tackled Kyle into the wall. Pissed off, Chez walked up to the official, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and pulling him back. “Oi, What the hell is you problem? Can’t you see I was talking to that young man!?” Chez hissed loudly, his tone cold. The official after recognizing him, stepped back from Kyle. He started to speak but Chez hushed him. “It he has something to do with the King then I’ll take him there and I’ll talk to the King. Knowing him he probably isn’t even awake right now.” Chez glared at the man, grabbing Kyle by the waist and walking away leaving the official speechless. “I hate people like that…” Chez mumbled to himself then looked down at Kyle. “Is your arm okay, dear?” He removed his arm that was around the boys waist, and ruffled the boys hair.

[junodog]

Kyle Lockend

"Dear...?" Kyle asked blankly, not quite comprehending what had happened. "Oh! Yeah. Fine, thanks. I just..." he stopped talking and looked down at his ridiculous outfit. "I don't know what I'm doing here, I was just forced into all of this and dressed up and I don't even want to know how I'm supposed to be repaying whatever debt my dad left and I just want to go home but I can't and I could be stuck here for the rest of my life-" he cut himself off and shook his head. "But I can't think about that or I'll have a panic attack," he said irritably, finally looking back up at the man. "And... if you don't mind my asking, who exactly are you?"

[CVKE]

Chez chuckled at Kyle’s expression. He stayed quiet as Kyle spoke, eyeing his outfit. Holding in a laugh, Chez looked away. He didn’t want to hurt the boys feeling by laughing at him. It was true, he looked ridiculous. No point in lying. “You look ridiculously cute…” Chez chuckled slightly. Catching the boy’s eyes he smiled. “Hmm…who am I?” Chez wondered whether he should be straight forward and tell the boy who he was. No it would be more fun if he didn’t know. “I’m no one important. Just a person living in the castle.” He spoke with a amused tone. He hoped Vincent would take his time getting up and getting ready. He had a feeling that ‘Kyle’ would be a fun toy for the time being. Both of them continued to walk down the hallway, Chez decided that he would postpone his little adventure for awhile. He had gotten a new toy, and he wanted to enjoy it. As soon as the new toy became old, then his little adventure on the favorite’s floor would continue.

[junodog]

Kyle Lockend

Kyle's face turned pink when Chez told him he looked cute. "Yeah, maybe if I were four and I just came in screaming, 'Look, I got dressed all by myself!'" he said sarcastically, then frowned at the man's explanation. He had to be lying, no way would some random person be able to scare off that official so easily. But Kyle didn't feel like prying. If he didn't want Kyle to know, then Kyle wasn't about to risk getting himself into trouble by insisting he get an answer. "Then..." he said, not sure what to make of Chez, "What should I call you?"

[CVKE]

Kyle made Chez laugh. He was hoping that Kyle would try to and get an answer out of him about who he was. But he didn’t. A frown formed on Chez’s face. “Ah, The name’s Chez Valkery. Call me Chez.” He smiled at the boy, leading him down the stairs now. He wasn’t interested in the favorite’s floor anymore…well for the time being he wasn’t. “Have you eaten yet?” Chez asked out of courtesy. Even if Kyle said he had eaten he was still going down to the dining room, he was famished. Going down the stairs, he walked in to the dining room where several other nobles who lived in the castle were there as well. Chatting, drinking, eating. Chez squinted a few, her recognized them from the party last night. Damn, have they been here all night?

[[I gots the block. D: Stupid physics shyt….]]

[junodog]

Kyle Lockend

"Okay... Chez," Kyle said, looking around at where they were walking. They were going back downstairs, which made Kyle wonder whether this guy would actually end up taking him to the king or if he had something else in mind... He tried not to let his imagination get the best of him. The last thing he needed was to be afraid of the guy who had taken him into his... care? Kyle wasn't sure what the deal was.
"I ate... before I was taken inside and, uh, made ready to meet King Vincent?" he said uncertainly. "That was a couple hours ago, though." They arrived in the dining room not long after, and he instinctively ducked behind Chez upon seeing so many people. They were all nobles, and a couple of them looked familiar, probably from meetings they'd had with his father. He couldn't be sure, but he did know for certain that he didn't want anyone recognizing him. It would bruise his pride way too much and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. "Do... we have to eat in here?" he asked after a moment. "Can't we go someplace more... private?"