Thread: A Slave for the Prince (Lovely and Psionic)

Kelto was unaware of how he was making it difficult for Gaylia to walk as she was 'supposed' to, and gave no indication that he was. Once he asked his question and the elf answered, he rubbed his chin with his free hand. Gaylia. Hm. Nice name. He replied casually. My name is Kelto. He provided, which was a little odd, given that while slaves usually ended up picking up their master's names secondhand, they were simply always meant to use 'Master' or 'Sir' as address. Kelto continued walking at a slowish pace through the market, into the nicer, higher-class district. Not surprising, considering how he bid on her. What was more surprising was, after turning onto another large street, he started walking directly towards a large, opulent gate, with a large castle behind it...wasn't that the Royal Palace? Once Kelto got close with Gaylia...the honor-guards at the gate bowed to him, but then said something that possibly was a surprise to Gaylia. Welcome back, Prince Kelto'Zexion. They quickly opened up a small side-gate in the gatehouse for the Prince to use, with Gaylia close to him. It was commonly spoken knowledge that the current ruling family of the country were the Zexions. She had just been purchased by one of the Royal Family! The sky-blue draconian led Gaylia through the main courtyard, a beautiful and ornate display of floral arrangements and topiaries. Soon, Kelto led her into the palace proper, with statues and paintings of past draconian heroes and deeds. Kelto didn't whisk Gaylia along, just kept his rather sedate pace, so Gaylia wasn't rushed passed the sights if she had any interest in taking it all in. Eventually, Kelto arrived in front of a door that was a little more decorated than most in the palace, opened it, and brought Gaylia inside. It was quickly obvious that it must have been Kelto's personal bedroom, as it was fairly lavish in dcor and had a number of personal conveniences, but also a large four-poster bed up against one of the walls. Kelto turned around towards Gaylia as the door closed behind her, and glanced down at the shackles still affixed to her wrists. I don't think those are necessary anymore... He said in an oddly soft voice as he stepped forward and pulled out the key he had been given by the slave auctioneer to unlock the shackles. He set the shackles and the lead-chain down on a side table, then stepped back and took a moment to look at Gaylia carefully. Yet, his expression didn't appear to be one of lechery or hungry lust towards Gaylia or the revealing outfit she was wearing, but one that was rather contemplative, as if he was thinking of a difficult problem in his mind. After a moment, he gestured towards his bed. Sit with me? He said, almost in a...questioning tone, but slaves were supposed to take everything as a command anyway. Kelto sat on the edge of his bed and waited until Gaylia had done the same next to him. Once she did, Kelto was still for a moment, but then a little hesitantly tilted his head sideways, and...laid his head on Gaylia's shoulder. He leaned against her side gently, and reached one of his hands over to touch her arm she would feel the familiar sensation of a scaley hand on her skin, softly rubbing up and down her arm. You're...warm. Kelto said after a moment, a little awkwardly. I haven't...interacted with non-draconians much. Didn't know you'd be this warm up close... The awkwardness increased, though Kelto spoke again soon. Do you...have any hobbies? Anything you like to do? Anything you're good at?