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 Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2017 7:51 am
"Yes, Master." Yitta responded cheerfully, though her joy faded as she noticed that the two men were drinking. She trusted them, sort of. Egbert sometimes pinched and slapped the women around. His wife wasn't with them now, so she decided to keep her distance from him. She hastily checked on her master's wounds. "Master, they're healing well." She said happily, though she hid behind him as Egbert handed Ken another bottle of beer. She took her time wrapping her master's wounds. She let her fingers drag over the surface of his skin and the contours of his flesh. It was rough in places, some bubbly and a little unpleasant. She knew that those spots hurt him when touched so she tried to be gentle. This was the closest she knew she could get to him and she wanted to be close to him for at least a little bit.
There was a secret panel in the wall of the wardrobe. She'd used a hammer to slowly bore a hole into the wall so she could peek through it. She often snuck back in after pretending to leave, only to leave just as he started to get out and dry himself off. She didn't want him to find her watching him. But she just couldn't help herself. It was the closest she could be to him. He didn't even think she had any of those interests anymore after the life she'd lived. She'd been a noble too at one point, but even so he probably thought of her as spoiled goods. She'd been handled and used by so many.. How could he look at her like a man would look at a woman? Of course he'd treat her kindly, like she was a child. She knew she couldn't change that.
She'd been hiding in the wardrobe, watching her Master bathe when that Queen had shown up and saw him. She'd been dreaming about helping him. Maybe massaging his shoulders and joining him. She dearly wished she could be with him. But this was the most she could ever do. She didn't have the courage to tell him anyway. But that Queen. She had his love, but she treated him like he was nothing. She'd gawked at him, staring at what only Yitta had seen and then she didn't even say sorry! She didn't care about him! She'd yelled at him and told him he wasn't even a man! She didn't deserve that love. Yitta wished she could do something to change her master's mind. If only she could stop him from being so loved by the people and trying to win that cold-hearted woman's hand. No, she didn't have a heart. Yitta was sure that where that woman's heart should be there was only ice.
All too soon she was finished wrapping up his injuries. She helped him take the medicine, holding the cup for him and smiling gently as she watched him drink. Then she laughed, knowing her master was only kidding. Any other man suggesting she try something she wouldn't trust but she knew Ken wasn't trying to bed her. He didn't even need to ask anyways, just a look and she'd be happy to join him. She trusted him and loved him. Just a look. How she wished he would just look at her, even if only for a little bit. She didn't care about getting married either and she would treat him so much better than the Queen ever could. "No, Master. Thank you." She glanced over at Egbert before whispering to Ken. "Maybe if it was just us, Master." Then she left, carrying the empty bottle with her. She'd return in a few minutes with a few more bottles for them, a fiddle and some snacks.
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Egbert rolled around, laughing at Ken for being so sensitive. He took a quick drink of beer before pointing at Ken again. "Szinte vetette, te fasz! Italt nem játék! (You almost hurled, you ********! Drink isn't for playing!)" He teased his friend knowing that poor Ken was a lightweight. But it was fun to see him get so worked up. If he gave it any thought he'd realize that this moment was one of the few he had left to spend with Ken. If only for a little bit. His master wasn't nice enough to let him have a second vacation with his wife and newborn. He didn't want to think about what would happen to them after they arrived at the castle. The others weren't too fond of him at all, but who couldn't love Gertie? No one wouldn't! Just meeting her once would be enough for anyone to adore her. Ken was always out of ******** luck too. No matter what time it was or who he was with. He gladly handed his agitated friend another drink. "Majd kibaszott party ma este, Kin! Igyál! Igyál! Igyál! Mondd el a lány, hogy nekünk mi a szart is! (We'll ******** party tonight, Ken! Drink! Drink! Drink! Tell the girl to bring us our s**t too!)" He cheered, raising a beer after Ken had taken his second. He whooped, pausing to take another drink from his own bottle before resuming his shouting.
He got up, clapping his hands to a beat in his head. He didn't have a fiddle so using his hands and feet was the best he could do to reproduce some festive music. As the woman finished tenderly treating Ken's wounds, Egbert pulled the other teen to his feet. "Énekelni! Tánc! (Sing! Dance!)" He commanded, starting to do a traditional dance of his people. He raised his arms, dancing on the toes of his thin sandals. If Ken didn't join him fast enough he'd be moving the older boy's arms around and swinging him to and fro while drunkenly demanding he join him and do it right.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2017 10:10 pm
Kenneth had downed the bottle while Yitta checked his back, glad to hear his wounds were healing well after fearing he had torn them again or caused more damage from Astrid. "Good! I'm tired of being tired and hurt..." He downed the second bottle, smiling and laughing at Egbert before looking back to Yitta and handing her the first empty bottle while he worked on the second one. "Huh...?" He was confused, missing what she whispered as Egbert shouted for him to sing and dance, getting pulled up and nodding. He hadn't had some fun for a few days due to Egbert being injured and how much work he had put into his studies and making sure the villages were safe. "More drinks Yitta! Bring as many as you can hold!" He began to dance with Egbert, they both flailed their arms and legs around, Ken less so due to his back but as he drank more and more, he began to become a noodle when it came to dancing.
Bottles littered the floor as it seemed the two men couldn't do it no more, it was nearly 3am when Ken waited until Yitta left to get help on removing Egbert and helping Ken back to his bed, but he had a better idea. "Y-Ya know what, Eggy...? I-If she can come to *hic* m-me drunk, I...I'mma do the same!" He grabbed around, finding a bottle that hadn't been finished before he attempted to stand. "I'm making her my wife!" He stumbled, leaving the room to try and find the Queen's room. Her guard wasn't around, her door unlocked as he slipped in. Why was it so damn dark? He didn't bring a candle, just the beer bottle and his lovely new fragrance. "A-Astrid...? H-Hey! Wakey!" Was he wearing clothes anymore? He felt cold in just his undies and there she was, all curled up and warm. "Aaaastriddddd!" He stumbled forward, flopping over the bed as best he could, laughing and singing the tune sung by Egbert earlier.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 1:08 am
Egbert was sloshed, stopping his festive atmosphere only when he couldn't properly move around or focus. He had a permanent grin on his face and lay on his back amongst the empty bottles. He laughed while commenting on how stupid Ken was, though his words were far to slurred and jumbled to be understood. He slowly moved his hands around, thinking he was clapping and cheering Ken on. But really at this point he was flopping around on his back like a newborn. When Yitta returned for him, at first he was brought to his wife's room. But Gertie had no tolerance for Egbert being in this state, especially around their little baby boy. So they were turned away. Figuring there was no better place to put him, the guards left him in the room next to Ken's to sleep it off. Egbert wrapped himself around the pillows, mumbling to himself and drooling as he fell asleep.
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Astrid had fallen asleep uneasily about an hour earlier. When Ken had entered her room, was currently dreaming about how her eldest sister had died. She was stirred by her name being called, quite loudly, and then shot awake as it was sing-shouted at her. She sat up, one arm up the long, loose sleeve of her nightgown as she sought out the source of that awful noise. She saw the outline of a man on her bed and pulled free a vial of a nasty little knock-out drug before she recognized his voice. "... Kenneth..?" She asked hesitantly, wincing as she was starting to be able to smell the booze. He was laughing like an idiot and being overall too loud for her comfort. What was that awful noise supposed to be? Was he in pain? Trying to make her go deaf? But, at least she knew he wasn't an assassin. He wasn't clever enough to pull off such a farce. "Remove yourself from my bed this instant before I call for my guards." She ordered, blindly searching the surface of her nightstand for her candle and matches.
She held the lit candle up, purposefully avoiding making eye contact as the light fell on him. But upon seeing only nude skin and bandages from her angle, she looked away from him entirely. Her face filled with color and her heart leapt in her chest. "Why--?! Why are you naked--again?! Where are your clothes?!" She finally shouted at him, using a pillow as a barrier between them. She shoved it forward, hoping to use it to push him away without having to touch him. "C-Cease this behavior immediately! Remove yourself from my bedroom!" She knew she could call for a guard but with Ken in this state, she didn't know what he would say to them. She didn't want the people to gossip about him visiting her like this.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 6:18 pm
He was happy to wake her with his wonderful yet awful singing, moving around and trying to remember how to get fully on the bed with her. "I'm cold! S-Scoot over!" He had a bright blush on his cheeks, from both his fever and the alcohol as he sat on her legs finally, taking the pillow and pushing it back to her so he could lean in. "Y-You...you blushed seeing me naked...y-ya like?" He pulled at her blankets and the pillow to try and get under the blankets. He was more sloshed then ever due to Egbert, brave enough to force the pillow away and hug the woman whether it benefited him or not at the moment. "Clothes? Nah, who needs them when I can cuddle you?" He pressed his face to her shoulder, turning it to kiss at her neck. "I-I love ya so much, Astrid, I-I'm so glad you wanted to see my body before we were even married! Here I-I thought you were all traditional and hated me." He loved her even more when drunk, his breath stank of alcohol and so did he but who cares when Astrid was so warm and cuddly? "B-Besides, you came to me drunk remember..? It's only fair!" He tugged at her nightgown, his hands would go anywhere when drunk and the fact that if he got under the blankets, she would never stop blushing.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 9:29 pm
Astrid avoided looking at him, jumping as the pillow was tossed away. The candle fell from her hand, clattering on the floor and slowly dying out. She clutched onto the blanket tightly and refused to let go of it. He stank terribly of booze and much to her horror he seemed determined to get under the blankets. She turned her head away with a whine as she felt him kiss her neck, unable to keep herself from blushing. What he was saying wasn't wrong and, much as she hated to admit it to herself, she didn't hate the way that awkward kiss had felt against her skin. The sight of his naked body had been tormenting her. She wouldn't admit it but she was still confused, caught up between emotion and scientific curiousity. She wanted to understand certain things but knew better. At least she was determined to remain pure of body before marraige. She was so wicked in other areas of her life, this was where she'd refused to bend.
She glanced at him briefly as he rambled on, still refusing to let her blankets go. It had to be the drink and the lingering remains of her spy's poison in his system making his face look so red. It was alluring in a way she didn't quite understand, nor did she want to. He wasn't in his right mind! To think that he did look attractive right now was shameful and she did care about him. That was part of why she refused to consider him, albeit only a small one. She gulped, her mind awash with a variety of thoughts. She dearly wished she could just close her eyes, open them and he'd be gone. This would all be like a bad dream and nothing more. But, no. Of course he had to make things more complicated. She slapped his hands away as he pulled at her nightgown, finally snapped out of her own confusion.
"Stop doing that! What's wrong with you?! Do you believe I'll be kinder towards you because you're handicapped right now?!" She smacked his hands away furiously, locking her knees together as the blankets were pulled back. Even in the dim lighting she could see that he'd torn her nightgown, if only by a little bit. She grabbed hold of his ears and pulled his face back. She then smacked him and shoved him off of her, to the other side of the bed. "Fool! You incompetent pervert! You've ruined another piece of my clothing! You've lost your opportunity to leave!" She tried to get off of the bed, only to realize that her legs were too tangled in the bedding to leave. So she sat up again, deciding that her best bet was to keep him pinned down. Even before her hands came into contact with his shoulders, she knew how impossible it was for her to handle him when he was like this. She couldn't look at him, even though she was angry at him he was still naked and trying to tempt her.
She was familiar enough with how drink impaired one that she knew he likely wouldn't remember much of what was happening tonight. Which made it more tempting to indulge her curiousity, but she knew it wasn't right to take advantage of him when he was like this. It was also too risky since he might remember her handling him. So, while averting her gaze away from his nearly naked body, she tried to keep him down while also avoiding touching him with her bare hands as much as possible. "Just stay there!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 12:10 pm
He fumbled like an idiot when it came to trying to simply get under the blankets, he was freezing and the woman he loved was hogging all the blankets! "I-I had a few drinks, don't you love me?" He tried to lean in to kiss her again, his hands being smacked away and soon the world became dizzy as he landed on his back against the bed sheets, letting out a giggle even when he felt like if he kept flopping around he would puke. "W-Whatcha' going to do to meh? Tear my clothing? I got none!" He laughed, teasing her as she pinned him down by his shoulders. He snaked his hands to her waist, tugging to try and get her to come close. "Y-You should drink with me next time! We could dance and party and enjoy ourselves..." He wiggled against her hold, trying to get up and acquire the blankets but his mind was racing in every direction, he wanted more booze, warm blankets and Astrid to kiss him. "I-I want to marry you...would you be taking my last name or would I take yours..? I'd rather take yours!" He smiled a toothy grin, trying to reach for her face this time in an attempt to run his hand through her hair, was that her mouth or nose he touched? He could barely see in the darkness and the guard passed to check on her, they would be caught if she didn't get him under control. "I-I'll give you as many babies as you want, strong ones that will beat up stupid Joseph if he tries to get the throne!" He was being rather loud as well, especially because that would give the guard even more reason to enter.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 3:29 pm
As he mentioned not having any clothing left to tear, she glanced down at his underwear. In the darkness she was grateful that she couldn't see too much of it. Stains or perhaps an outline of something knew she should avoid seeing would've made this awkward struggle even worse. Or maybe he wanted her to do that, since he'd claimed that he was completely naked? She pushed against his shoulders as he pulled her waist close to him. She kept her face away, holding her breath for a moment because his breath smelled terrible. The scent of booze was a little stronger than it should be. She assumed this, having never been quite this close to a drunken man before. Egbert didn't count, since she hadn't needed to deal with him herself. If only Ken were still her slave, she could simply call a guard in to remove him from her room. But now that he was a free man and candidate for her hand, she couldn't allow it to be known that they had even met this night. "Don't make promises you can't keep." She muttered grouchily, annoyed that she had to deal with him when he was like this. She winced as he kept talking, the volume of his voice hurting her ears.
But through that, she could hear the clinking of armor in the distance. She covered his mouth with one of her hands, her torso upon his as she tried to keep him quiet so she could listen. She snorted as he touched her nose, shaking her head as he'd very nearly shoved his fingers up her nostrils. There was a faint light coming from the door, growing a bit brighter as the sound grew louder. A guard was coming. Too late to stop this drunken fool from coming into her room--and where were his hands?! She squeaked, mortified as she felt him groping her rump with one of his hands. She glared at him, moving her hips to press her bone against his wrist to pin that down painfully. He was still making noise even though she was covering his mouth. "Stop talking!" She whispered, leaning a little closer so she could speak that much quieter for fear of being caught with this nearly naked moron. "Do you want to get caught like this..?" As she said it, she realized that in his state he might want that. Being found together like this would make it harder for her to chose another man. She couldn't bear to think of the rumors that would spread if anyone should find them together like this, in her bed with him wearing so little and her clothes torn. There was a soft knock at the door and the guard called in. "Majesty? Is everything all right?"
Astrid clamped her other hand over Ken's mouth too in order to muffle the noise. "Just a moment." She called, trying to sound like the noise had woken her up. Then she turned to Ken, whispering hastily to him. "Be quiet and just listen to me! You must not make a noise, at all! Do you understand?! If you do I'll--! I'll let you stay with me tonight! If you do as I say I'll even k-kiss you and--and--we can talk! Just don't make a sound! Not a peep! And do as I say!" She got up, struggling to untangle her legs as she pulled him along with her. She opened the wardrobe and helped him climb up inside. The guard knocked again and she told him to wait a little longer. She closed the door after shoving Ken in the rest of the way, then went over to her nightstand and relit the candle she'd dropped. She pulled on her robe, securing it tightly over herself so that her nightgown couldn't be seen, and answered the door. The guard entered, briefly looking around and checking her window. "Pardon the intrusion, Majesty. A maid said she saw a naked man wandering the halls. Sounds pretty far-fetched and all, but when I heard noise this way I thought it best to make sure." With that he bowed and left the room.
Astrid locked the door behind him and sighed with relief. While he was here she'd caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked like a mess, at least by her standards. Her hair was disheveled. Her face was as red as a cherry and she was so grateful she didn't have to come up with an explanation for any of that. She went back over to the wardrobe, pressing her ear against the wood as she listened for any noise. She hoped that she'd hear a snore, or breathing that would indicate he'd fallen asleep. She couldn't hear anything, so she slowly opened the door. "Kenneth?" She whispered, hoping that he'd fallen asleep inside and she could just leave him in there.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 9:51 pm
He struggled, gripping and feeling around until she moved her head to avoid his fingers up her nose. "I-I always keep promises!" He yelled, getting a hand over his mouth and attempting to get her to let go when he moved his hand to her rump. He squeezed a few ties until she pressed her hip bone against his wrist and he squeaked as well under her hand. He mumbled stuff under the cover of her soft hand, ready to kiss or lick it to get it removed when she spoke of if he wanted them to get caught like this; nodding his head as it would cement his claim as her husband. Drunk Kenneth was a bit more bold in his plans to marry her and earn her hand in marriage, even when he heard the guard he was ready to fight him off for Astrid and began to squirm more. She placed both her hands on his mouth and he stopped to listen even if he kept staring at her face, trying to remain focused on her bribe.
He nodded to her terms, forced upward and dragged to a large wardrobe filled with her clothing for her stay. He fumbled in the best he could, moving her shoes around so he could get in comfortably and was tempted to make noise but the thought of her giving him a kiss and talking to him! Oh he couldn't wait for her to return, she would right? Oh what if she forgot all about him?! He couldn't sleep in the wardrobe! Her dresses would be ruined if he puked on them, then what would he do? He stayed quiet as a mouse, hiccupping quietly as it seemed the drinking effected him more and he was at the peak of drunkness. The doors opened and he nearly flew out, wrapping his arms around her and planting a huge, slobbery, beer-smelling kiss on her lips. "MY LOVE, DON'T DESERT ME!" He screamed, latching on to her and beginning to cry as he felt abandoned once again by someone he loved, or was it the beer?
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 10:13 pm
She stumbled backwards trying to support his weight but very quickly ended up falling backwards with him. She groaned, wiping her mouth with one hand while covering his gross, drool-covered mouth with her sleeve. "Cease your shouting! I do not wish to become deaf!" She pushed at him to get him to move, but apparently he was too far gone to stand up on his own. She wriggled, shoving him until she could get a decent angle to roll them over. After getting him on his back she sighed, out of breath. Should she be grateful that all of that noise hadn't brought the guard back to check on her or disappointed? Able to see his nearly naked form better in this light she averted her gaze in an attempt to avoid seeing him. "You're a mess..." She muttered as she took a few seconds to catch her breath. "Why have you gone so far as to drink yourself stupid like this--?!" She pushed him down with her arms as he tried to cling to her again. Then used the sleeve of her nightgown to dab up some of the moisture from his mouth. As she did this, she noticed that he was crying and scoffed.
"Calm yourself... Kenneth. I'm not going to leave." She said with some pause, thinking for a moment that she might try calling him a pet name too. But there was always a chance he might remember some of what happened between them tonight. Still, she felt compelled to do something to soothe him. He'd ceased with his efforts to molest her at least, so was there any harm in treating him kindly? Astrid set both of her hands down upon his chest to try to prevent him from grabbing her again. She leaned down, long soft sections of hair rolling over her shoulders as she moved, and gently kissed his cheeks under both of his eyes. "Breathe... Let's talk." He was so drunk at this point that she didn't think it would be possible to calm him down, but she wanted to try. She needed to find a way of getting him clothed and back in his own bed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2017 10:26 am
They fell and he was unable to remove himself in his state, clinging to her as best he could even when shoved at and her sleeve against his mouth. She managed to roll them over and he laid on his back dizzy again and crying. "I-I only had a few drinks!" In truth he had more than he ever should of drank, it would be hard to keep him calm while drunk. "Yesh you will! Just like my parents..." He opened his eyes at her kisses, sniffling and staying still for once while she sat on him. "I-I trying so hard to earn your love...learning strategy, helping nearby towns, but you rejected me earlier! I-I was so sick and wanted to hold your hand..." He began to cry more, loud sobs and attempting to cling to her once more. She was so beautiful to him, and he was probably the least attractive guy in her eyes; at least while drunk he thought he was ugly to her. She was pressing on his chest and he winced, the scar from her burn mark still hurt and he had forgotten how uncomfortable the stone floors were.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2017 2:31 pm
Astrid tensed as she was pulled down against him again. Her face nearly smacked against the floor. She sighed out of frustration, her ears ringing from his wailing. She covered his mouth with one of her sleeves by pressing her arm down over it, in an attempt to suppress the noise. "Quiet! If we're disturbed, you will have to return to your own room! Do you want to be alone right now?!" She said in return, realizing as she spoke that it was all just wasted air. He was too intoxicated to function, at least that was what she believed after having to deal with him for a short while. She realized that she had her other hand on top of the burn scar on his chest and wriggled it over so it was over his sternum. "You touched me without my permission and then looked at me like I was some sort of monster! Of course I didn't want to hold your hand! And you only apologize to me when you think I'm going to hurt you!" It was then that she heard the clinking sound that indicated a guard was growing near. She elbowed Ken's ribs and pulled herself over a little so her face would be over his. She smacked her other hand over her arm to further muffle the awful noise he was making. "Be silent and do as I say--or--!" She sighed again, realizing that threats wouldn't work on him that well since he was so drunk. "Or you won't be able to stay with me tonight. You still want that, don't you?! Just do as I say or you'll have to go back to your room, alone!"
She once again pushed away, helping him into the wardrobe as she heard a knock. She shoved him inside the rest of the way and grabbed a small article of clothing to shove in his mouth. "You must not vomit in there! Hold it in!" She wagged a finger at him, angry though she was trying to smile at him. Anything to keep him from further damaging her reputation! She shut the door of the wardrobe, secured her robe and then let the guard in. "Pardon the intrusion, Highness. I thought I heard screaming." The guard explained, scratching his cheek as he peered beyond her into the room. Astrid tried to remain expressionless, but considering what she was hiding that was very difficult to accomplish. So instead she smiled, just as awkwardly as she felt at the moment. "I thought I saw a mouse. It's gone now." She explained, thinking that rumors of her wailing like a pitiful man were better than risking one being found with her in the early hours of the morning. The guard raised an eyebrow, straightening and placing a hand on the hilt of his sword. "You want I should bump 'em?"
She stared blankly at the man, at first not understanding the slang. Then quite quickly she became impatient with him. "No, thank you. As you were." She started to close the door when a familiar fluffy white giant appeared behind the guard. Rubert still looked sick to her, and he was sneezing every other second, but he was slowly making his way into her room. She watched him sniffing the floor, or at least that's what he was trying to do. He must have been searching for his master. She offered the guard a smile, declining to let him in to take the dog away. After closing and locking the door to her bedroom, she went over to the wardrobe. She was hesitant to open it, wary of being pounced upon again. Her back was still sore from his last attack. Rubert sluggishly strolled over to her, looking up at her pitifully before he sniffed at the wardrobe. He sneezed a few times before he began to paw at the door. This gave her an idea. She raised the massive dog's front paws to make him sit up on his rump and positioned herself behind him. "Kenneth? Are you feeling better?" She then opened the door, ready to let go of the dog if he launched himself at it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 6:47 am
He wailed at her, his mouth being covered again and he stopped when told he would have to leave if they were found, although it only registered for a short while in his drunk brain. He was stuffed into the closet again, something being shoved into his mouth to keep him quiet and told not to vomit on her stuff. He leaned against the back of the wardrobe, wondering if he was to be forgotten if she kept putting him in the wardrobe? "A mouse?!" He shivered at the thought of a mouse, stumbling out when the door finally opened and hugging Rubert as if it were Astrid. He got the clothing out of his mouth, trying to see what he had shoved and had to blink a bit at the piece of stocking. "Mmm...Rubert?!" He let the poor dog go back to all fours before deciding he would too lay on the ground and began laughing up at Astrid. "We should go drink! Or maybe snacks? Ya' want some snacks Ruuuuuubert?" He poked Rubert's nose, refusing to stand anymore, tugging at the bottom of Astrid's robe to try to get her to lay down with him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 1:51 pm
As the massive dog's nose was poked, he let out a particularly wet sneeze. Astrid groaned, covering her eyes to avoid looking at the mucus that was all over Ken's face now. She turned her head away and as she attempted to walk away, she noticed him tugging on her robe. Rubert sneezed a few times before finally turning his head away from Ken and panting. She tried to pull her robe free, couldn't, and decided it would be easier just to let him have it. After untying it she let it fall behind as she went over to her bed. She took one of the blankets and draped it over him so at least he wouldn't be so exposed. Then she sat down on the corner of her bed and rest her chin in the palm of one of her hands as she stared down at him. "You have had more than enough drink for one night, Kenneth..." She answered grouchily, frustrated by all that had transpired so far due to his highly intoxicated state. "If you drink any more, you may kill yourself. Alcohol can be used like a poison too... At least you aren't crying anymore." As she looked at him she noticed that in only his underwear, with a face moist with tears and mucus he resembled an overgrown baby. She smirked and suppressed a laugh. She was sure that while she was drunk, she'd behaved in a more dignified manner. But she considered how much worse it would have been if he had come to her wearing absolutely nothing.
Wasn't he at all self-conscious? She knew by now, since he'd eluded to it himself, that part of why he was visiting her right now was to make it impossible for her to chose another man.She watched as the sick dog licked at, then sneezed on Ken's face over and over again. For the most part he'd succeeded. She wasn't sure how she felt about that anymore. Why did he have to confuse her when she'd already made up her mind? It would be foolish for her to chose her husband based on feelings. But why did she have to keep all of these thoughts to herself when the man was right here before her? Even if he didn't remember later, he'd essentially done everything he could to test her patience this stay. Besides, she still owed him a kiss. With most of his body covered up, she felt more confident to be close to him. Astrid rose to her feet and grabbed a second blanket. She walked over to them and tossed it over the dog's head, causing the poor sick animal to whine its discomfort. He tried to remove it with a paw before getting up and walking away to try to get rid of it. He tossed his head about, sneezing up a storm as he fruitlessly tried to free himself from the sneeze-shield she'd tossed over his face. Then she used the sleeve of what to her was an already ruined robe to wipe away the dog-snot that was all over Ken's face. "Did you really think you could come to my room at this hour, and I wouldn't do anything to retaliate?" She started, rubbing his face with the other sleeve of the robe in an attempt to clean him up.
She knelt down beside him, hips next to his waist and legs folded neatly by her side. "Your crimes against me are numerous. Too many to repeat right now, for we haven't the time. Hmm, for all I'm aware I may have already complained to you about them when I was intoxicated. You've made a foolish mistake and I'll see that you pay for it." She stopped rubbing his face and leaned down. She angled one arm underneath her so that she'd have an easier time getting away from him if he tried to wrap his arms around her again. Frankly, that seemed inevitable after he'd proven himself to be so clingy when drunk. There was also the added layer of the blanket between them which was comforting. She placed a light kiss upon his lips, saying a prayer in her head in the hopes that he wouldn't become sick while she was so close to his mouth. She decided not to say that she'd make him pay for putting her through all of this when he was sober again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 7:00 pm
He groaned, too drunk and tired to wipe the dog mucus off, especially after the dog continued even after Kenneth attempted to get the dog to face away if it was just going to sneeze everywhere. "Pffffft" He managed to spit out, laying there as she draped the blanket on him, it did feel warmer except the cold stone below his back. "You would like that...me managing to poison myself for once...I don't want to sleep!" He complained, becoming irritated at Rubert sneezing in his face, until the dog had another blanket thrown on it to stop him from covering Kenneth in mucus. He laid there, staring at her as she helped to clean his face. "Ya' know why you love me sooo much, Astrid? It's c-cause...*hic* that I piss you off and make you..express yourself." He was having a horrible case of hiccups, even when she kissed him it took a bit to process. His eyes grew just a bit wider and his redness brightened with a pink hue. He kissed back gently, staying like jello on the floor before deciding maybe it was time to leave her alone for the night, he did get to talk and kiss her. It was a few hours to sunrise, and soon her guard would stay outside her door until she awoken, no longer doing a patrol.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 10:45 pm
 Astrid held the kiss after he returned it, relenting and then repeating it until she felt him trying to get off of the floor. She shifted her hands to his shoulders and pushed down. With a somewhat sadistic smile she stared down at him. "Hmm... Why do I love you? Do you really want to know?" He was still red in the face, but he looked a little more aware now than he had been moments ago. Was it because she'd kissed him? Or was it being covered in something unpleasant, like mucus from a sick dog? She leaned down again, shifting so that she could rest her chest over his. She hoped that her weight would be enough to persuade him to stay put. Gently she brushed away some of the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead with her fingertips, avoiding scratching him. If he were to try to move though, she might accidentally scratch him anyway. "The man I love disturbs my sleep and shows me such interesting expressions... You've never been so blunt with me before either. For once I have all of your attention and I find that I quite enjoy it. Even if you are drunk and smell terribly of beer. Do you honestly think I'll let you get away now that you've tempted me? That it could be so easy as to get up and leave me after you've had your fun teasing me? I will enjoy looking at you for as long as I deign to, my dearest, and I will only let you go once I've had my fun."
She didn't know if he was able to fully understand what she was saying and she didn't really care either. She was ignoring Rubert's sneezing as well, choosing to focus on Kenneth instead. She cupped his face in one hand, tilting her head as she looked down at him. She kept him pinned for over an hour, making him repeat himself by telling her that he loved her and wanted to marry her. She even made him show her how he'd kissed her before, though it was a bit different. She forced him to stay, without letting him touch her unless she asked to be held or kissed. By the time she'd decided to let him go, the backs of his hands and his cheeks were red for a new reason as she'd slapped him so many times to stop his hands from wandering. She was concerned that he may remember bits and pieces of what she'd made him do. She didn't want him to know how much she enjoyed monopolizing his time, or being held by him or kissing him. He was so popular, after all. That was in part why she felt she had to do things differently to those around him. One example was always using his name formally, instead of just calling him by his nickname. Everyone did. If she did too that wouldn't be special and she hated that. Possibly because he was so important to her, but she didn't want to admit that either. She didn't want to know if his feelings were shallow, for fear of being disappointed since he'd become so important to her. So even though she was interested to know why he did, for a childhood love wasn't good enough after all that she'd put him through, she didn't ask.
She stood up and tried to give him room to do the same. Only that failed as he became unsteady, tried to grab hold of her to steady himself and ended up ripping her nightgown open. She panicked upon realizing this, as it meant she was completely exposed, and quickly used one of a few knock out poisons she kept up her sleeves to make him fall unconscious. She couldn't let him remember seeing that. But her panicked decision had nearly caused him to crack his head open on the hard stone floor. His only saving grace was landing on his rump first. She held her nightgown together and immediately knelt next to him. She felt for a pulse, checked his breathing and finally used her fingers to search his scalp for any signs of damage. He seemed unharmed for the most part, though he'd probably discover a bruised on his tuchus when he woke up. She sighed, relieved and rest a hand upon his chest. His dog was lazily spread out on the floor, having long since given up on finding his way out of the blanket. She bowed her head, taking a moment to calm herself. She tried to be so careful and self-aware, normally. Yet in an instant she'd almost killed the man she loved.
That may have solved her problem, but she didn't want him dead. He might be the first weak king in generations, but this visit had her mostly convinced that she would have to find a way to compensate where he was weak. She touched his cheek, brushing her thumb against his flushed and sweaty skin. "I'm sorry... If you can believe it, I didn't mean to poison you so many times so closely together... Though you deserve that for intruding upon a pure-hearted maiden will lustful intentions." She complained, though she knew that he wasn't capable of listening anymore. To compensate for her mistake, she decided that she'd visit him later on during the day. She could slip him an antidote of sorts for the poison she'd had delivered to him earlier. At least then he would be able to taste his food. She glanced at the clock, becoming irritated as she noticed the hour. Tonight would be another without sleep, as before he'd arrived she'd only just managed. Now there was the problem of getting him back to his room before his maids went looking for him, and her maids came to help her get dressed. She slipped a different nightgown over her head, tossed the ruined one in the fireplace to burn. Then found a large coat in her wardrobe, dressed him in it and finally called her spy in from the cold.
She had her yeti-spy Daedra take Kenneth out the window and through the awful weather back to his room. It was the only way to be sure that he wasn't seen leaving her room. Then she had him carry Rubert out as well. He was too big and too stubborn to obey her and just leave on his own, so she had no other choice. Afterwards, she burned the ruined robe and nightgown and tossed the partially consumed bottle of beer out the window to hide it. She pretended to be asleep when the time came for her maids to help her dress for the day. Spent her morning reading alone, since Ailean was still feeling unwell. Then in the afternoon she decided to visit the barracks.
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