Thread: The bodyguard (Bound To Pleasure/Flassche)

The sudden and effortless display of magic startled the warrior woman, never had she seen magic used so freely. It seemed all the descriptions of the royal bloodlines power were indeed true, they controlled magic as effortlessly as mortal men used their bodies. A terrifying thought to be sure. If felt odd to the knight to be guarding something so much more destructive than herself. Though to be fair most, most of the military saw the warden more as a meat shield than a true body guard. She bowed her head and rose up to standing at her order, curious as to what she said that got under his skin. Was it her lack of faith in his god linage, or was it her soft, almost codling, reaction to his appearance? Either way, she thought to herself, it was the princes fault for making it abundantly clear that she was to be honest with him. Following after him, her hand resting on the butt of her sword, she took post to the right of the throne, standing half a step back from it so as to not be directly even with the prince, the traditional fashion of guarding a superior that she had been trained in a long time ago. This was going to be the hardest part of her job, living so long as a solider she had no patience or taste for the endless bowing, flattery and posturing of the upper class interactions, despite the fact she was also of that cast. From how board her charge looked he also appeared to be bored by the tedium of hearing request after request and compliment after compliment. She did not let boredom dull her senses though, always her clear blue eyes carefully measured the men that entered the room, occasionally going to examine the room itself for anything unusual. Despite her hawk like alertness she was unable to feel the prince invade her, twist orders into the mark that would work it way to her very core. She was completely unaware than anything had accrued. Finally the doldrums of seeing people with requests had ended, she hated being still and quite for that long. she stood an extra moment in the throne room, taking once last inspection of the area, partially out of personal protocol, and partially to become more familiar with the area she was to be defending. As she began to go after the prince the thought suddenly popped into her head, wine. After that long tedious chore he just preformed the prince would surely like some wine. She retrieved a bottle and a class, carefully poring the rich red liquid into the fancy glass and went to her prince, finding he had once again removed his mask. As she drew closer to present the wine to him and got a better look at his face a very odd sensation began to bubble up inside of her. He face felt slightly flushed, weird butter flies in her stomach, as well as he heart began to pound a bit faster, the sudden feeling rendered her speechless as presented the wine to her lord, attempting to figure out the source of this sudden sensation. At first she thought it was the bond's power acting up again, but she noticed that her womanhood felt a slight tingling that could only be classified as arousal. She quickly buried the thought and feelings as best she could but she could not, her only defense was to ignore them, it was only slight she quickly just rationalized it to having been some time since she last took care of her personal needs and they just happen to flare up now. She was thankful for the question, for something to get her mind active and off the slightly awkward feeling of arousal. Well, I would slap most men to ask such a question, I fell that would be ill advised with my present company. I am 28, going on 29 in about four more moons. she replied. What of my Lords age, if I may be so bold to ask.