Kingsley Family/Erik/Queen's Quarters

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This brief roleplay chain took place from August 19th 2020 to September 7, 2020. The beginning is missing because I'm a lazy as*hole and never got around to saving stuff until this point. The opening describes Erik fumbling his way to a meeting with the Queen who asked to come see him after she had been wounded.

Kingsley

Erik tried carefully to keep his eyes away from the Queen's sheer nightgown, her grievous wound beneath wrapped tightly in bandages. He gulped as all of a sudden he fully appreciated the scene he now found himself in; the queen's bedroom, in her nightclothes. Suddenly the room got very hot and he felt his face flushing. He started to stammer out an excuse when Amélie motioned for him to sit down:

"Mon Cheri, Eet eez zo good to finally see you again ai 'ave misséd you darling. Tell mé 'ow has life been treating my young prest. Ai 'ope yur meeteng wiv Outer Tilog wasn't an unfairtunaté as mine."

"Oh um... No, just scary." He glanced down at her body and the bandaged wound that graced her before quickly turning his head away and wringing his hands awkwardly. There was a brief silence as sat down next to him.

"Ai must confide een you mon darling. While ai lay on mon death bed ai 'ad a vision. Non 'ow do you sai eet a dream? Non non non, a meeteng wiv destiny. Régardlez la highfathair 'as fairsakén me when he léft me to die twice and ai am now lost. Ai do not know 'ow to move fairward for myself let alone fair an éntiyaire realm."

This shocked Erik and his face reflected as such as he recoiled slightly from this surprise. She's always been the most devout... She must have noticed his surprise as she reached over and took Erik's hands in hers. His hands wrapped around hers gently as she looked up at him earnestly.

"Please 'elp me"

Erik gulped. She's the queen, why would she want my help? She looked at him expectantly. Erik sputtered.

She tilted her head with some concern as Erik mumbled something about scripture. "Erik?"

"Ah... Amélie... I... don't know if I can..." He held onto her hands and frowned. "I... I'm not a good priest. I'm not even really a priest. At least I don't think. I was just sort of there and they said I was a priest so I just kind of... went with it. I don't know that much about the Highfather or the Order. I can't even get through most of the Old Texts. I'm not sure if I even believe all the stuff in that book. Some of it..." He paused with a nervous laugh "is pretty wild. There's a part where one of the First Knights chops off like 10 guys heads at once. Prophecies about Magical Kings in the mountains."

The Queen looked at him skeptically. She was close, but her eyes felt somewhat distant. Losing her, dummy. "I just... I don't know what I believe about all that. But I know I believe in you. You're the strongest person I know Amélie. Err... Queen Amélie. And... I know the Highfather is supposed to protect us and stuff. But... He didn't protect me when I got captured by Outer Tilog. But you know who did? The Queen of Portion sent a letter to the Chair...thing or whatever they call him to help secure my release. Who came to the Lavrazi's aid when monsters showed up? It wasn't the church. It was you and the other lords of Wetham."

He laughed nervously again. "Look... I don't know the answers.... but I trust you to lead us. I think you'll be a great queen. You are brave and strong without the blessing of a god. And if he forsook you... well. Then it's his loss" He finished giving her a meek smile as he tapped his foot nervously.

Don't look at her nightgown.


Tempest

Amélie listened to Erik as he awkwardly navigated the situation and conversation they were sharing as the poor boy was clearly flustered by the appearance of his Queen. As he rambled on in classic Erik style it warmed the Queen’s heart as she did find it simply adorable watching the innocent boy navigate difficult social situations. He couldn't know it but after her own traumatic experience which saw the loss of her faith and part of herself in the process Amélie found it soothing just listening to Erik’s voice.

You're the strongest person I know Amélie. Look... I don't know the answers.... but I trust you to lead us. I think you'll be a great queen.


The Queen of Portion felt her face become flush but was not aware if such a thing as blushing would be noticeable given her current state.

“Oh mon sweet Erik, you mai 'avé a difficult timé findeng le right wairds but you cairtainly know 'ow to flattair a lady.” Amélie whispered softly gripping the young priest’s hands even tighter.

“Howevair mon darleng ai don’t need a preest, ai need a partnair. Zumoné to 'elp mend mon damaged soul et aid mé wiv zis burden fair eet eez too 'eavy fair me to bair alone.”

Still grasping Erik’s hands firmly within her own Amélie prised Erik and herself towards banister of the veranda overlooking the royal courtyard below,

“You are zo precious to me Erik and while you might not reahlize eet yet ai owé you mon h'airt.”

Amélie embraced the young man tightly and leaned in for a tender gentle kiss, she was unsure of herself, she had never loved someone before. While her own true feelings were still a mystery the Queen was resolved to move forward and find out together as she shared Erik’s warmth against her cool delicate skin. She might have often called him a boy but at this moment they were both innocent.

Parting from their tender embrace Amélie made her way within her Royal Chambers turning to face Erik within the archway, “Will you join me, mon darleng?"

Erik followed nervously as his Queen slowly walked backwards toward a most regal bed while letting her nightgown slip off her shoulders onto the floor. Her pale body from her weary face, to tender breast down to sylphlike legs was devoid of any color.

Amélie felt a little self conscious so exposed before another. She was aware of her beauty before the incident but feared such an ideal might not be true after her brush with death. She gently touched her bandages thinking how much has changed over something others might think insignificant.

Erik would break the silence, “You Dropped your nightgown.”

Realizing what a foolish statement that was, he quickly blurted “Im... supposed to do that too aren't I? The priest robes don't really slide off like that hold on-"

He took the Valentic Robe he had been given by the Temple Priests, pulling it over his head and briefly getting tangled in it. Finally he got it off and began fumbling with his belt, his face flushed.

"Sorry. Trying to be quick I'm not sure of the standard procedure for this sort of th-". Erik stopped suddenly, looking with concern as he tried to undo his belt. "This isn't illegal is it. Since you're the queen?"

The Queen let out a joyful chuckle as she regarded the blushing boy, easing herself onto the feather bed as she did, “Oh mon sweet darleng Erik, even if such a articl wairé trué ai wouldn’t let eet deny zé desiyairé een mon h'airt. Comé now ét embrace me as a lovair.”


Tempest

Amélie awakened to a pale sunrise as its light slowly filled the Queen’s royal chambers. Erik was still sound asleep next to his Queen as she sat herself up on the bed pausing for a moment to gaze upon his innocent face.

The Queen reached down to rub her hand through his messy hazel locks still askew from the tender lovemaking of the night before while whispering to the sleeping boy, “Oh mon sweet darléng Erik, zo ai suppose zis eez what love eez. Eet 'asn't evén been a dai but ai would burn ze whole world down if anytheng 'appenéd to you mon coeur”

Continuing to stoke Erik’s hair Amelie thought to herself, what a beautiful first time with an adorable man. I wonder if this was Erik’s first shared moment of passion as well. Slight feelings of jealousy entered Amélie’s heart however she quickly dismissed such animosity for it did not matter if Erik had previous lust filled encounters. As long as he loved Amélie as she loved him now nothing else mattered to the Queen of Portion.

Sunlight now completely filled the royal chambers as the light and Amélie’s gentle massage slowly woke the young Viscount.

Queen Amélie’s eyes met Erik’s as he slowly opened his own with a yawn, “Good mairneng mon chéri, mon coeur. Did you sleep well?”