[ that rapier would have suited him just fine. absurdly big swords and his stature don't mix for extended battle, but one should never assume he won't still find a way to eviscerate someone once he puts his mind to it, weapon size notwithstanding. ]
Royals cannot be allowed to spawn a bastard. That is forbidden and distasteful. For pleasure, men lie with men, and women with women, as is the natural order. [ natural to him, since these customs were changed long before he was born. and he doesn't plan to breed anyway; this cursed bloodline ends with him. ] The Council is the audience. People in other kingdoms find it shameful to fuck before others, but it is simply the way things are done. In our court, nobles have pets. They often fuck them in the gardens or at the table. [ he pauses, then adds: ] They are slaves, bought on contract. To be a palace pet is a coveted position to some.
[ laurent, however, has always defined himself against the opulence of court — he has never taken a pet, does not wear jewels, and is infamous for being a frigid bitch with gossip swirling around about how he only orgasms once every ten years.
while gideon may be stuck on the horrors of veretian court life, laurent turns and briefly stares at her explanation of life and death energies. with auguste so keenly on his mind, it takes him a moment to parse through this information. to raise the dead — no, not raise. simply manipulate the body. to bring back someone slain is an impossible thing. ]
Your partner would be more useful here than the two of us put together. [ a thoughtful observation, as a dog appears before him through the swirling mists. he sinks his blade cleanly through its heart and watches as it still stumbles about. ] These are dead bodies. She could manipulate them. It's a shame you were not born with this gift.
[ talk to ghosts. that sits in his mind, a curiosity to be picked apart.
the question about the king earns an aggravated huff as he cuts the dogs legs out from beneath it and kicks its body back into the mists. ] I was thirteen when my older brother died. I could not ascend to the throne at such an age. The Regent has held the throne since then, but to call him a king would be treason. I have been preparing for ascension since my brother's death. [ a beat. ] I was not meant to be King. For my brother, it — it came naturally. All of it. It is not so for me. But it is my duty and I will fulfill it.
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Royals cannot be allowed to spawn a bastard. That is forbidden and distasteful. For pleasure, men lie with men, and women with women, as is the natural order. [ natural to him, since these customs were changed long before he was born. and he doesn't plan to breed anyway; this cursed bloodline ends with him. ] The Council is the audience. People in other kingdoms find it shameful to fuck before others, but it is simply the way things are done. In our court, nobles have pets. They often fuck them in the gardens or at the table. [ he pauses, then adds: ] They are slaves, bought on contract. To be a palace pet is a coveted position to some.
[ laurent, however, has always defined himself against the opulence of court — he has never taken a pet, does not wear jewels, and is infamous for being a frigid bitch with gossip swirling around about how he only orgasms once every ten years.
while gideon may be stuck on the horrors of veretian court life, laurent turns and briefly stares at her explanation of life and death energies. with auguste so keenly on his mind, it takes him a moment to parse through this information. to raise the dead — no, not raise. simply manipulate the body. to bring back someone slain is an impossible thing. ]
Your partner would be more useful here than the two of us put together. [ a thoughtful observation, as a dog appears before him through the swirling mists. he sinks his blade cleanly through its heart and watches as it still stumbles about. ] These are dead bodies. She could manipulate them. It's a shame you were not born with this gift.
[ talk to ghosts. that sits in his mind, a curiosity to be picked apart.
the question about the king earns an aggravated huff as he cuts the dogs legs out from beneath it and kicks its body back into the mists. ] I was thirteen when my older brother died. I could not ascend to the throne at such an age. The Regent has held the throne since then, but to call him a king would be treason. I have been preparing for ascension since my brother's death. [ a beat. ] I was not meant to be King. For my brother, it — it came naturally. All of it. It is not so for me. But it is my duty and I will fulfill it.