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 Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 9:33 pm
Here is where the King and his servants live. Only Military police, royal servants, and personnel given special permission may enter this area. 
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 12:12 pm
  Mood: Groggy._____Thoughts: Hangover...
OoC: --
_____The sunshine was relentless. The Uradel junior groaned in the morning light and turned away from the single sliver of light stabbed through the pulled back curtains. A body next to him shifted, causing the young sovereign to blink awake, and wince at the face in front of him. Hangover... he mentally grumbled. And who the hell is this? It was a fair-faced woman who lightly snored on the hook of his bicep. Narrowing his eyes at her, Henry jerked her hand up and ran a finger over the palm.
_____Callouses... he thought next. Another servant. The maidservant had awoken when the blonde grabbed at her hand. Her green eyes stared at him in both wonder and dismay. Gently retracting her hand from him, she hugged it to her naked bosom, and blinked twice in bashfulness and surprise.
_____"Your highness..." she mumbled. "I-"
_____"Mustn't you begin your duties soon?" he muttered to her with a wry grin. "It'd be best to leave before the other servants see you."
_____"I... I... Y-Yes, your highness!" The brunette suddenly dropped to her feet, scrambled up her garments from the floor, and began scuttling out the room. However, she momentarily returned to obtain her hair ribbon tangled in the king's sheets.
_____"E-Excuse me..." she mumbled, lacing her hand through the many layers of fabric.
_____Henry watched her hand, recalling how it gripped the same sheets in pleasure. Their eyes met for a single moment when she found her accessory, but the woman immediately broke their held glance and began to depart again. As she left, Henry raised his hand and slapped her on her bum, causing her to yip and blush. The young king snickered to himself when his chamber doors slammed shut. He turned over again and considered going to sleep, but the pounding on his temple prevented him from doing so. Instead, he rose, and called in a servant to dress him.
_____When his finely tailored suit was fixed on him, he shooed the woman off and made his way down to the drawing room. He wasn't expecting visitors, but he favored the room at that moment because it was on the side of the palace without sunlight. With no desire to feed his raging headache, he'd start his daily drinking there.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 8:30 pm
Melody Dale The silver haired female narrowed her yellow golden eyes as she neared the Prince's chambers. Unfortunately, from the chatter and fumbling around she could only guess what he was up to. One of the servant girls, Mary, she believed urgently ran out of the room partially naked. It was displeasing to Melody's cold eyes as she hid behind a corner watching and the following the maid as she rushed past. That's right you common whore. Get back to your daily chores and learn your place! She exclaimed in her mind before Henry exited the room right after.
Melody kept her distance knowing the blonde male would hear the sound of her Maneuver Gear bounding uncontrollably with her movements. Henry's morning routine consist of the servants dressing him in his royal attire before retreating to the drawing room. Like a sly fox, she followed him and when the doors were about to close she slipped through. She waited for the man to sit down and concentrate to bring out his inner artist before she disturbed him. By inner artist, she meant that he consumed alcoholic until he figured the mood was perfect. Removing her gear quietly, and then proceeding to lay it on the floor by the door she approached him.
Like a child, she inched closer and closer as if he was a Christmas tree ready to give her whatever she desired. Once she was close enough, she laid her beautiful manicured soft hands gently onto his shoulders. With the lightest breath, she leaned down, moved his hair, and placed her lush lips on his masculine neck. Melody pulled away and smiled. "It's been to long your Highness." The lighting in the room was dull which contained a romantic atmosphere to it. It's like he beckoned her to come forth and take him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 9:11 pm
Mood: Groggy._____Thoughts: Who in the-
OoC: --
_____The drawing room was never spry of decoration and, if one were to pick a single chamber in the palace to gloat about the Uradel's riches, it'd be the top choice. Henry realized this in every morning when he entered the room, taking in the view of mosaic tiling overlaid with plush carpeting, leather seating where he's dallied under the skirts of innumerable women, and a wall dedicated to the finest liquors inside Wall Sina. But one corner was dedicated to the "drawing" aspect of the room where an easel holding up a half-finished composition and a stool could be seen. Henry would imagine the days when his stepmother was younger and would curl up onto the stool, one hand stretched to the easel brushing dabs of oil paint to the canvas. How she would bite the end of the brush and frown, muttering to herself, "The colors are too dead..."
_____Of course, the first objective on his agenda was to pick out his alcohol for the day. However, before Henry had a chance to even consider what the shelves hand to offer, a familiar touch of something soft and moist pressed to the skin beneath his jowl. His skin turned to gooseflesh beneath the pair of lips and he shivered from surprise, stumbling back inelegantly to take a look at the perpetrator.
_____"It's been too long your Highness," she had said.
_____Henry managed to regain his stately composure (only by chance) and his eyes fell hooded. "Ah, it's you," he replied suavely, as if he was expecting her. Unfortunately, the length of separation between him and Melody caused him to find difficulty between connecting her face with a name.
_____Lina? he thought to himself in dismay. No, she doesn't look like a Lina... Allison? Midori? Victoria? Artemis? Ming? Nala? Annabelle? Chandra? W-What's her name?
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 11:01 am
Melody Dale Unlike Henry, Melody could care less for the room's eccentric decor and the application of the artist value. The female had only one person on her mind and that was Prince Henry Hildegard Uradel Junior. She knew she had surprised the Prince with her sudden appearance and her unsuspecting touch, but he should have known her actions by now. It had been a while since she had deployed for the not so important important mission. Actually, the mission turned out to be a false alarm of a titan attack. In reality, some idiot mistaken a tree in the near by forest to be a titan. Of course, she had to depart from her "royal duties" as soon as possible.
His Highness was stumbling upon her name or so she thought. She wasn't the sharpest blade in the 3D Maneuver Gear slots so whatever business the king had been attending to was beyond her. He must have been overworked and upon his exhaustion came down her to relieve himself by the bottle. Melody acted like she understood his motives and forced herself onto him. "It's me, Melody Dale, your number one girl? I suppose it has been a while, about three weeks I recon." She chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his thick neck.
If the king was a married man, surely this harassment would be against the law, however, he wasn't. Besides, she knew the male would never turn down the pleasure of her feminine company. She inhaled his rose scented skin as she planted another soft kiss upon his neck. No wonder she earned the title "King's Whore" among all the soldiers.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 6:08 pm
Mood: Groggy._____Thoughts: . . .
OoC: Sorry for the wait; got a bit busy.
_____"Ah," the man breathed as his hands reflexively graced her hips. The name certainly rung a bell. A dozen bells, actually, and they tingled like every single fiber of his being to the woman currently in his arms. It wasn't the face that mattered to him now, because his mind was now on high alert, and rising like his body temperature. "It's been long. Too long... I've missed you, Melody."
_____As if to steel the questionable truth of his words, Henry raised one of his hands caressed the soft skin of her cheek. Sighing, he raised her chin and pressed a kiss to her lips -- a peck both light and flirtatious; lingering with the taste of red wine and candied fruits. Internally, he was chuckling in amusement. Henry had recalled what the other members of the Military Police had said about her and, my, were the rumors harsh. But, possibly like her, he cared not. Though a sense of love wasn't there, she was good in bed. That's all that mattered.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 1:38 pm
Melody Dale Now the king realized who she was and how her main duties was essential to him. He needed a woman as strong and fair as she to assist him as queen so why was he holding back? Was she not persistent enough to make him carve her accompany and not just by sex standards? His touch was inviting and she gyrated her hips closer to his lower half. Its been three week though, and all he could say was that he missed her. More than anything she wanted to express his love for her and present her with an authentic gold ring to prove how true their love was. However, if she rushed he might become uninterested and give up on this endeavor all together. Why did love have to be so complex?
His soft palm enveloped her cheek before her up was anchored up slightly to receive a kiss. His breath infiltrated her nostrils making her mouth water with the eruption of flavor. Melody leaned in again for another stay when that whore of a maid interrupted. Her timid movements made the silver haired girl writhe with anger. "What do you want!?" She raised her voice in disgust, her arms no longer lingered on her Prince.
"A letter, Ma'am." The female held out the letter trembling with fear. Like most of the female workers in the palace, including some males, saw her presences as a threat. Her attitude was always melancholy expect around Henry of course. Strolling over to the maid, she ripped the letter from her hands and skimmed over it. Sighing heavily, the girl had to unfortunately return to her occupational chores. She picked up her 3D Maneuver Gear, strapped it on, and blew Henry a kiss goodbye. However, before she departed she shoved the whore roughly aside making her lose balance and fall to the floor. [Exit]
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