(This is going to be a royal/rival AU, except with the twist that there's still some advanced technology. Sexual themes and ideas present)
Sam
These days seem to drag on, one by one, another, and another, endless and never stopping. Ever since my father became ill I've had so many more duties, and he's beginning to teach me how to rule in his place. But I can't ever be what he wants. I'll never be the perfect profound king he wants me to be, I'll never conquer acres of land or destroy villages the way he does. If I were king, I'd surely put more money towards humanitarian issues and funding the arts, which is the opposite of my father's plans for me.
Another one of my father's plans that I hate is that he wants me to be married within a fortnight. He's holding a ball and everything, inviting princesses from all across the lands to bow in front of me and promise me things they have no intention of acting upon. Women are too complicated for me to understand, even though literature, and I have the sneaking suspicion I might be the odd one out in my family tree. I might be the only one who doesn't like women at all, I don't see the appeal, and don't want to use them like all the other bastards in my kingdom do.
My sister, Princess Sarah, is excited about the dance because the guards will finally leave her alone, and will be after all the other maidens so that she will be able to hang out with her closest friend. She seems to like women more than I do, but I can't help that I'm not romantically or sexually attracted to women.
On the other hand, men...
Men. Now there is where I know I'm going against my father's beliefs. He wants me to father a child, and raise an heir to the throne myself as he did. And although I'd like to raise a child, I'd rather adopt one of the many orphaned children in town than sleep with a woman.
Sleeping with a man, on the other hand, now that's the good stuff. I seemed to be cursed with the affliction of attraction towards men, and every time I admire one I curse. If I could like women, I would, because that's what my father wants for me. But? I can't help but be attracted to men...to the way their throat looks glistened with sweat and in form-fitting outfits.
I've only ever had a relationship with a man once, in my teenage years. He was very high up in the arm by reputation alone and therefore was invited to our royal dinners. His name was Riley..
But my father got ahold of him quickly. And swiftly, with the sharp blade of a sword, made sure I'd never feel attracted towards him again. I couldn't even go to his funeral.
I sigh pitifully and look at my mirror, deciding if my outfit looks like one befitting a king or a mere prince.
Oops! Bu görüntü içerik kurallarımıza uymuyor. Yayımlamaya devam etmek için görüntüyü kaldırmayı ya da başka bir görüntü yüklemeyi deneyin.
And unfortunately, because it was a masquerade ball, I had to wear a mask. My father thought this was a befitting idea since he thought a women's face was what was keeping me unattracted to women. Nonetheless, I adorn the mask and make sure it's secure.
