3/1 Feel free to tweak and assume what you like with this.healsforjusticeDecember 12 2011, 00:17:43 UTC
Even with her position as royalty, Amelia had never been pressured into courtship for the sake of status. Her father said it would unjust to force her into things, and wanted her to make her own choices in that regard. That had all worked out well, considering she did care for someone. Even though she had to make excused to cross the border into the neighbouring kingdom, it was worth it to spend her time with the man she had easily found herself falling for
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All looks good to me!charge_swordDecember 12 2011, 14:32:08 UTC
The knight had always been a strange one. Aside from being unusually talented in combat, enough that he was considered a hero, he had never really experienced loyalty. Even though he had done nothing but follow the orders of his country his entire life it had only been because he had known nothing else. Orders to kill dragons, giants, demons...He'd fought and fought until he'd been called a living legend. Eventually he was given orders to act as body guard for a visiting princess and things had changed. After a life time that had sealed his heart away, had erased all his feelings to the point that he didn't recognised the word anymore, meeting Amelia had been like being born again
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It didn't help that Amelia was rather small for her age anyway, so he still loomed over her somewhat, even when kneeling. It was no wonder he had been made her bodyguard, even with her protests that she could take care of herself. She had never been more glad for the assumption that as a princess she couldn't fight. Otherwise, she never would have found this much happiness
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"...Of course...Amelia." Despite saying such a simple thing as her name, there was something between awe and embarassment in his voice. He'd never had anyone who wanted him to call them by their name before. Before now everyone he came into contact with was either above his station and thus referred to by a title or an equally nameless entity. He rarely spoke to anyone anyway, let alone had any connections or friends. Saying her name without a title was practically a term of endearment
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That contrast was all too endearing, that someone considered so strong and unwavering could still get a little worked up over a simple thing like a name. The tone of his voice made her smile hopelessly, even with the looming problems they were going to have to address. Even though she would have been happy to watch him a little longer as he stood in her room, the princess knew the sooner they talked, the better
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The nameless man was completely silent as she spoke. His confusion was clear on his face, a bizarre innocence to his features. He simply didn't have the life experience to comprehend many things that occurred in the world-he had been made as little more than a mindless doll intended to fight until he broke. So what if he happened to be a doll that endlessly stood up to fight some more? He didn't understand a thing
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Needless to say, it had been her to do most of the talking when they had met. She had worried at first she was babbling too much, and that the silence was a sign that he found her to be a silly airheaded princess. Of course, over time that had changed. He might not have spoke too much, but when he did, they were words worth more than any long winded speech she listened to in the royal court. There was never an agenda, just his honest words. She could only hope that she hadn't manipulated him into all this unwittingly
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There could be no way of knowing if he had unwittingly fallen into her feelings and become overwhelmed. He was as he was. Aside from a yearning for a name and a desire to be with her he was fine being himself. Indeed, his want for a name had been born once he had met her. Beforehand he could not have cared less, embracing the pointlessness of his existence
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There might not have been certainty, but if she was making the knight happy, then that was enough. He deserved to have more reason to smile, and to enjoy life for more than just duty and have more reason to fight than simple obedience. That was why she wished to leave him the option to choose a name, if he wanted one. Forcing one on him would feel wrong, but he did deserve one. Perhaps tonight, as they made their decisions, it was the ideal time
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Strangely enough, the knight hadn't ever even considered the possibility of naming himself. It just seemed completely alien to him. Swords and shields didn't name themselves. They received names from the people who valued them.
The knight took a deep breath at the feel of her lips and had begun to attempt a kiss back before she moved a hair's breadth away in order to speak. The question was simultaneously painstakingly difficult and the easiest of all time. Calculating carefully, he answered by simply slipping his hands free from hers and instead placing them softly on her waist. With a soft tinkling noise, the gauntlets he wore disintegrated so that his hands could touch her directly. Only small bands around his wrists remained, perfectly fused with his skin, exactly the same as the small metallic strips merged into his face. Once he had her in his gentle grip he moved her a fraction closer and just kissed her, directly on the lips. It was a quiet and soft thing, but endlessly passionate.
She may have valued him enough to give him a name, but the love she felt insisted it would be like treating him as a pet, not a person, least of all the one she wanted to spend her life with. Perhaps at some point they really needed to talk about the matter, but not now. There were much more important things to think of, or more specifically, feel at that moment
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Despite how little he wanted the moment to end, the knight remained unsure of where to go from here. He had merely desired to show her that he was absolutely devoted beyond words ability to express. Regardless of his uncertainty of what to do next, some part of him must have been aware of what direction they were travelling as his armour continued to reduce itself to nothingness. Spreading from his wrists back to his shoulders, the same light tinkling noise as it faded away to reveal pale and muscular arms. At his shoulders and spreading across his chest was another sign of his unnatural origin, red markings with an odd texture almost identical to the red raiment he wore, as if it were replacing his skin
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Well, he had certainly succeeded in what message to get across. Amelia not only found herself aware of just how devoted he was to what they shared, but felt her own nervousness and reservations slip away with ease. There was no reason to doubt, when it felt this right. As he drew back, she could help but admire the view before her. She might have been more curious about the marks if not for the circumstances. Currently, all she could do was stare in awe
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His heart beat steadily but powerfully under her fingers, the almost 'M' shaped red smooth but tough to touch, and slightly warmer than the rest of his skin
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Feeling that gently but strong rhythm within his chest, she couldn't resist pressing her lips over the area, feeling the beat pulse through her, able to both lull her to sleep and yet entice and enthrall her at the same time. She wasn't usually one to be full of herself, but there was the smallest inkling of pride within her as she listened to it, knowing she was making that heart beat in that manner
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So sorry, I could have sworn I replied to this!charge_swordDecember 21 2011, 12:16:42 UTC
Her knight followed her lead without hesitantion, lying her down with one hand remaining under her. He couldn't bring himself to let go of that perfectly appealing rear. His fingers gently kneaded at the soft body, bringing himself above her, raised at the waist to keep his weight off of her for now.
"Amelia...You're so beautiful," he muttered, taking advantage of the current pose to look down at her, drinking in everything he could see. His eyes were filled with endless and obvious awe and admiration, his free hand brushing hair from her face before resting on her cheek, stroking the skin with a warm hand.
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The knight took a deep breath at the feel of her lips and had begun to attempt a kiss back before she moved a hair's breadth away in order to speak. The question was simultaneously painstakingly difficult and the easiest of all time. Calculating carefully, he answered by simply slipping his hands free from hers and instead placing them softly on her waist. With a soft tinkling noise, the gauntlets he wore disintegrated so that his hands could touch her directly. Only small bands around his wrists remained, perfectly fused with his skin, exactly the same as the small metallic strips merged into his face. Once he had her in his gentle grip he moved her a fraction closer and just kissed her, directly on the lips. It was a quiet and soft thing, but endlessly passionate.
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"Amelia...You're so beautiful," he muttered, taking advantage of the current pose to look down at her, drinking in everything he could see. His eyes were filled with endless and obvious awe and admiration, his free hand brushing hair from her face before resting on her cheek, stroking the skin with a warm hand.
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