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Falia? To the east of Reta? It was neutral territory, no one dared go to invade because while most countries had means of weapons and defense, Falia specialized in guerrilla warfare and knew how to get past armor due to their magic. It wasn't a territory to be messed with, even the Nalenyr kingdom had some difficulty before deciding to retreat. They were isolationists, or so Elliot believed.

Though when tremors appeared in Lily's voice Elliot moved back to the floor and hugged her tightly. "It's okay, you don't need to. You can stop now, Miss Lily." he murmured.

"It's quite all right." he said, letting go of the bentien. "and my sisters are eight years of age, you will be favorable to them because they will no doubt be the only ones who know not of what your occupation is. They will merely find you beautiful and a foreigner. But Martha has relatively short hair, she keeps on wanting it shorter and shorter but I will not have her looking like a boy. Annabelle has long hair normally kept in twin tails and Emily's is normally in a french braid, that is how you can tell them apart, since the servants dress them all up alike." He explained, thinking some more. What else? "You can teach them how to play instruments, I would suggest dancing but it is probably a lewd dance. And Annabelle will fawn over your hair, Emily your dress. Martha will probably dislike you for being so womanly, she seems to know men from women."

he paused, re-thinking that. "That would be a problem if she found out."

"They will not know you are a bentien. They're too young." he explained. "They wouldn't understand the concept of a bentien, or at least to my knowledge they wouldn't. Prostitutes aren't as well known here as they are in Reta, Miss Lily. They are a very hidden group in the bowels of the kingdom, they never leave. One hardly ever hears of a nobleman taking on a Mistress when he is married. It is not proper to have one let alone speak of such things." he leaned back against the seat. The carriage was truly spacious on the floor.

"It's bestowed upon you. Bah. You and your rules are frustrating me. You cannot be useless, and while I shall have you with me at almost all moments, people will get curious and as a prince, there is an image I must uphold or the kingdom crumbles." he sighed, the lantern turning a darker shade of blue. "it is a truly stressful position, being heir. Just please, Miss Lily. Just like you are not supposed to teach, I am not supposed to have a bentien. But take no offense I like your company, we must merely enshroud you in an enigma of sorts."

"If I sold you to anyone or anywhere else your treatment wouldn't even be half as kind as what I give you. What sort of prince would I be to shun you to somewhere worse off?" He murmured in response before his eyes widened. Kill Lily? no. "Miss Lily I will not kill you, I shall not." He kissed her cheek. "You shall be my companion of sorts, and when we get to the kingdom we shall find some use for you, all right? You will not be going anywhere, trust me. And shall anything bad happen to you while you're at my side, I shall do my best to make it better."

He smiled. "Very well then." And followed Lily's gaze out the window as well. It was indeed darkening, no doubt they'd reach the town within the late hour. Had Elliot been by himself it would have felt like an eternity of motion sickness, but Lily had proven to be quite the distraction, he was thankful. Hearing his title he looked over curiously before he smiled, slightly bewildered. "There will be plenty of time to test them. At a later date of course." he explained, backing up against the seat, the lantern darkening into a red as the bentien moved with cat-like grace between his legs. "Wh-What are you doing? Miss Lily?!" He exclaimed at the nuzzling, practically jumping as she found his groin.

The heir moved onto the seat in hopes for a better defense, but quickly realized he had only made it easier for her. "I-I'd rather you not..." Came the weak reply, face darkening as his ears lowered. He gave an involuntary moan at the nuzzle, body reacting much like it should before she licked it. The lantern blackened, Elliot staring at her with wide eyes, trying to form a coherent sentence before closing his mouth, opening it to try again. Only vowel sounds came out along with another weak "I'd rather you not..."

His body wouldn't listen to his mind as Lily began her service, watching her head bob up and down. His hand moved to push her head down but instead he forced it to grab her shoulder, trying to push her off as his breath started to quicken. "M-Miss Lily," He moaned softly before he felt her let go with a popping noise. The lantern was out, unable to keep up with the flurry of emotions, both good and bad, that were crashing within Elliot's being. He pressed his head against the back wall, trying to force his mind to think of something else aside from the lust, the bentien's sudden lack of covering did little to change that.

A groan, subconsciously wishing Lily would be quieter as she moved herself onto him. Hands came in contact with the soft skin of the boy's stomach, sides and back, mouth taking advantage of her neck, shoulder and collarbone. His hips were rolling up to meet the teen's, demanding a faster and deeper rhythm but the bentien would have none of it, the teasing whore. But soon he was lost, thrusting into him hard shooting out into the boy, trying hard to control his breathing, giving a few soft moans as Leo cleaned up and sat down. Horrid, disgraceful, yet his body was much more relaxed than it had been before. Whore.

He shifted he leg from under Lily's head, crossing it over his other, watching the town come into view. The music was faint, no doubt it would grow louder as the sky grew darker. Elliot stayed silent the rest of the way, the lantern a dim gray to show the empty thoughts, a small speck of color appeared here and there before fading out again, the carriage stopping. He closed his eyes, exhaling before composing himself much like he was when the trip started, smiling calmly as the door opened. "Miss Lily, wait here while Henry and I go book the rooms. It shouldn't take long, you can wait inside or outside the carriage, whichever suits your fancy." He explained, walking out and following the aging man to the inn. The festival was centered in the square, so Elliot had little fear of being spotted.

And that left Lily with the guards and the footman, though the footman was peering inside. "Did you seduce his royalty and ruin him for marriage?" he questioned, raising the interests of the guards.

"You sure?" the teen asked curiously. "You were both making quite a lot of noise in there. Henry told me not to tell you guys to quiet down." He explained. "Said what the prince did in his free time was his own business, and that it distracted him from his motion sickness. But damn if I didn't get aroused, pardon my language." he teased, knowing that the bentien had no doubt heard worse. One of the guards smacked him upside the head.
"Bite your tongue, the prince is coming back." he grunted.

Elliot was indeed walking back, saying something to Henry before looking at the others. "The rooms are booked, guards, each one of you has your own room, one on each side of me then across. Henry and Willis will be sleeping across from one of the guards. And Miss Lily will be in my room. I do not trust a woman of her occupation in any of your hands." He admitted with a smile. "Now Miss Lily, if you could grab my lantern, we can be on our way to retire for the night." and held out his hand, hearing Willis grumble about whores behind him, Henry taking his turn and smacking him behind Elliot's back before dragging him off.

The prince took his lantern with a calm thank you, walking in direction of the rooms, the guards behind the two at a distance. Elliot said nothing, merely looking at the doors before finding the one he had and opening the door. There was a window that could easily see the town center and the festival going on, the lights, the dancing, the noise. The prince paused, almost pained at the noise before looking at the room, a large enough bed for them both. Harsgreaves was a small town, and while they could afford a room with two beds, best to keep the suspicion down.

"This will be our room for tonight. I suggest you wash up and get to bed, we have an early morning." he suggested, pointing toward the corner where there was a small table, a bowl and a pitcher of water with a wrapped bar of soap.