Sir John had retreated to his chamber early that evening. The events of the day were exciting enough to have worn him out. The strenuous work he and the his compliment of men had put in to install the new gate, the planning of a feast, seeing his Prince for the first time in days, the moment on the balcony when he could not catch his breath and then the feast itself left John without an ounce of energy remaining. sl**p, despite his lustful thoughts about an evening with Daniel, was what he needed.
He had slept deeply. Once again he dreamt of Daniel's sweet tender kisses and light caresses.... Continue»
Daniel wove through the crowded hall, acknowledging guests and courtiers, exchanging pleasantries and well wishes all the while focusing on Sir John who was engaged in conversation with the Duke and Duchess of Clarington. As Daniel sidled up to John, the Duke, a rather flagrant and boisterous boot-licker, launched into a flattery strewn tribute to the prince which amused John to no end. He knew of Daniel’s distaste for insincerity and false praise. But being the honoree made one prone to such treatment and he accepted the accolades with grace and tolerance. After thanking the Duke, he bid him ... Continue»
Standing in his tunic the Prince examined the ring. It was truly a work of art. He remembered when he first saw the completed ring, before knighting John. It was a breathtaking masterpiece: a thick silver band with scrollwork; a faceted square ruby clutch set into 4 prongs. He remembered taking John's hand and slipping the ring onto his finger as the soon-to-be-knight knelt before him.
“Rise, Knight,” he had said to John. “Rise and be known from here on as Sir John.”
John had stood, flushed with pride. He looked squarely into Daniel's eyes and in a hushed tone said, “I accept the du... Continue»
Upon collecting themselves from their mental escapades, the two momentarily went about the business of returning to their respective roles. Sir John finished grooming Oroboros and the Prince took leave to prepare for the evening’s festivities. He could not help but marvel at Sir John’s consideration…a welcome home feast, the next day’s hunt…even an indulgent bath…no detail was too small.
So great was the Prince’s exuberance, he bounded up the castle steps three at a time and sprinted through the hallways. When he neared his chamber, he slowed, stopped, caught his breath and composed himsel... Continue»
Sir John had heard Prince Daniel's return before he actually saw him. It was Oroboros that gave his Prince's arrival away: the steady rhythm of the horse’s hooves on the cobbled entry of Strathmore.
Several years ago, during a campaign in Greece, he found this stallion…neither a war horse, nor battle trained but an exceptionally smart equine. The two grew together as rider and steed should, their relationship slowly evolving into companionship. Giving the horse to the Prince as a gift was an easy, intuitive decision. There was just the issue of the name. "Orboros" came quite quickly to him... Continue»
Upon the fifth day of ceremonies and solemnity to honor the fallen heroes of the Allied kingdoms, the remembrance celebrations concluded. Prince Daniel, eager to return to his duties as chief historian and royal archivist, (and also to ‘restore company’ with Sir John), bid his compatriots adieu and mounted his faithful steed, Oroboros. Sitting upright with the authority befitting his station, straight backed and chest out, a solid but gentle grip on the reins and his feet planted firmly in the stirrups, the Prince was a master of equestrian skill. Oroboros, (a gift from Sir John), who possess... Continue»
Sir John's sl**ping quarters were perfectly adequate. More than adequate in fact. His quarters, while spartan, contained almost everything to make him comfortable: his bed (of straw covered in furs during the winter, a light wool blanket in the warmer months) just large enough for him to stretch out to sl**p, a chest made of alderwood having the Prince's coat of arms inlaid with ash (a gift from the Prince himself), a modest campaign desk and a small stool. The stone walls were secure around him and a window looked towards the west. Sir John knew that most knights do not, as a rule, have p... Continue»
It was 2 days before the weekend of Great Remembrance and Prince Daniel not wanting to leave his favorite knight Sir John without saying farewell, stealthily made his way through the dark and damp castle passages into the knights’ quarters. The heavy oak door creaked as it lazily opened to reveal the sight of Sir John, asl**p on a makeshift mattress of wool and fur…his well toned, naked body splayed across the bedding and bathed in the moonlight shining through a nearby window. What a sight to see this man of goodness and strength so vulnerable and exposed. As Prince Daniel advanced further in... Continue»