Thread: -No title as of yet- (Punkjello and NaoChan)

Enoch Eronei Dimitri Velen explicit, just warning. xD Sometimes working for a huge castle such as this could be utterly exhausting. Enoch Eronei had been taken in by the castle at an early age and had lived in the servants' quarters all of his life. He had memorized each and every passageway of the palace and had explored most of it, well save for the king's chambers. He had only gotten to the door and no further. That was because no one was allowed into the man's chambers since the late queen had died. It was a sad day for all to see the woman passing on, and an even harder situation to see the king being so distraught and depressed over it. Many people did their best to cheer him up, yet nothing seemed to be working. Hopefully, Enoch thought, the king would eventually find another woman to wed. No man like him deserved to be alone. The boy's cheeks flustered and he quickly adjusted the large platter of food in his arms. No time for thoughts like that, Enoch... to the dining room! His bare feet, he himself having preferred to wear no shoes, slapped gently against the smooth marble floors of the palace while he moved towards the dining room. The fabric of his breeches rubbed up against each other as he picked up the pace, eyes deadset on the two large double doors at the end of the hallway. Enoch was a boy of only nineteen years of age, two years older than the prince that he served as well. Enoch was happy to be a servant to such people, though. They had never mistreated him or acted as if he were anything less than he really was. He let out a soft huff and stood before the large doors that lead into the dining room, shifting the platter in his arms and pulling the door open with his foot as it stuck it in between the space of the two doors. With that, the boy stumbled into the dining room and blushed brightly. Elegant, ivory-hued hair fell beautifully over the boy's small, slender shoulders, some of the strands accentuating those captivating cerulean irises that peered out with wonder at the king and the young prince. He stumbled over slowly to the table and gently set the platter down, lifting the top of it up to reveal the dinner for the two a large duck, seasoned perfectly and roasted just to the king's liking. I hope you both enjoy, your majesties. His fingers curled into the fabric of the small white tunic he wore, body bowing respectfully. Is there anything else I can get for you? All the while, standing next to the right door that lead into the dining room, was a hulking beast of a man if there ever was one. To be a protector of such important people, you had to hire the most intimidating man as possible to ward off any potential attackers. That strategy had worked out pretty damn well so far. Standing at a towering six feet and six inches, Dimitri Valen was the epitome of a strong, noble knight that only had one goal in mind protect the royal family with all his soul and be ready to jump straight into death if it meant protecting the people he cared about. The large man did not opt to wear his normal suit of armour inside of the castle, finding it to be far too stifling and cramped to wear around the palace all day. The man had chosen for a simple, sleeveless tunic and a pair of breeches that fit to the muscles of his powerful legs. Arms were left bare, the scarred, thick, muscular limbs on display to show exactly what he had gone through in his life. Soft brown hair was tied back into a small ponytail, the strands draping over the back of his neck and tickling the tanned skin there. He could only chuckle as he watched Enoch stumble and do his best to seem professional. Even if he was a bit clumsy. Ah well... His eyes moved to the king and then to the prince, the boy he had been specifically hired to guard from his start as a guard of the castle. Dimitri had been hired at the age of twenty to care over the young six-year-old, make sure that he was completely safe and never stumbled into trouble. Now the boy was seventeen and Dimitri was thirty-one. His arms stayed crossed over his chest as he observed the prince, finding that the boy had changed so much over the course of just eleven years. The young, vibrant child had turned into an absolutely beautiful, stunning piece of art. Of course, the knight would never overstep his boundaries, so he admired from afar and kept his comments to himself. M'lord... Dimitri cleared his throat, looking to the prince. I urge you to hurry up. You have a class in twenty minutes.