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Nearly twenty years had passed since the end of the Zagdran (Zagdran - From old Kadian tongue means Long) War. Nearly twenty years since the end of a conflict that ravaged the entire known world down to fractions of what it once was. Nearly twenty years since the changes it thrust upon the survivors took hold in their societies. Nearly twenty years since the High King of Kadia fell in the last battle of the Zagdran War. And coincidentally, nearly twenty years since the birth of Prince Vedris.

He stood up from his desk and began pacing around his room. A wide space with high ceilings and open floors, the walls displayed many of his possessions. Everything from his swords, to his armor to even shelves for the models and carvings he did in his spare time. In one corner sat a training dummy and a mannequin with his armor. In another sat an easel with a large collection of drawing and painting supplies scattered around it, a half-finished work awaiting completion. Another contained his workstation and tools for his more hands-on hobbies. And in another sat his bed, large enough to hold at least six people comfortably and far too small for just him. Lined with Ethezian Silk dyed in dark blue colors, it sat closest to the balcony he had come to move over to so often.

Combined with tented ceilings and a balcony with a view of the city to die for, it was a prison anyone would be happy to serve time in.

Unfortunately, a gilded cage was still a cage.

Vedris sighed, pushing the curtains aside and moving to the balcony. Built into the side of the mountain, the castle sat at a nearly unassailable position. The natural, sheer cliff face walls to the rear and the best the royal engineers could build for the others. Then came the city surrounding it and the massive standing army guarding it. And beyond that, the super-wide river that led to the sea and the fleet of ships bobbing in it like bath toys. It was enough protection for a god, let alone a scion of the Kingdom of Kadia.

Yet for his mother, the Queen, all of that was not enough and likely never would be enough. And so here he resided, in his room at the back of the castle, in the tallest spire in the most secure wing of the most secure building in the most secure district in the most secure city in the entire country.

And likely the entire world.

So extreme were his protections that the tower he called his home rested above the summit of the mountain itself. And on some days, even the clouds themselves flowed beneath him like waves on the ocean.

And despite it all, despite all the good intentions behind it, despite how necessary all the precautions may or may not have been, Vedris hated them.

Being the youngest of the Queen's three children didn't help matters. Being her only son made it even worse.

The Zagdran War stole much from every nation involved, even the victors. Though Kadia managed to avoid the extremely bitter taste of defeat, victory still came at a heavy cost and sacrifice. By the end of the twenty-year-long conflict, the majority of the nation's male population had been whittled down to a mere fraction of the original amount. What once had been a 1 to 1 ratio of men to women, by the war's end sat closer to 1 to 4. And compared to the other participants, Kadia got off comparatively light with that imbalance.

With the majority of the nation's soldiers, sailors, wyvern riders, and engineers all dead at the end of the war, the few men left now found themselves in a rather odd and unorthodox position. And so, the war changed things.

The door to his chambers opened and the telltale sound of clacking metal and the sliding of leather entered. He sighed again.

For starters, now the militaries of the world were mostly composed of women. And that extended to the royal guards. And in his case, his personal bodyguard.

Though the war had ended, threats against the royal family didn't just go away. In many ways, the war never ended, just that the means of fighting had changed. Especially with a significant lack of people to throw into the gears of the machine. In recent years, assassination attempts against lesser nobility, royals, priestesses, and sorcerers had increased in the surrounding kingdoms. And so, the Queen, in her infinite wisdom, began restricting the young prince's freedom. Once he was free to roam the city at will; now he was effectively confined to his own private wing of the castle, only to be shown off during special occasions and often in that ridiculous carriage designed to protect him.

Of course, that didn't exactly stop him from attempting to sneak out. But with you around, these things usually stayed as just that: attempts.

These days, almost no one had access to the young scion. Even Vedris's sisters were told to stay well enough away from his section of the castle. Only the guards, his instructors, and his personal chef were allowed in or out, though in practice, they effectively lived with him in his small slice of the castle. In many ways, Vedris was more protected than the Queen herself.

You made sure of that.

From his perspective, you were a special case. A few years than himself, with stories around you that claimed how you fought and clawed your way up to becoming one of the most respected and, in many ways, feared fighters in the royal guard and by extension, the kingdom, even able to match war veterans in one on one combat. Your status as a minor sorcerer probably helped in that regard, giving the enhanced speed, strength, stamina, and above all else, durability. With the magic that flowed through your veins, there were rumors you even recovered from wounds and illness far better and far quicker than most. And with it too, came the gift of extended life.

Perfect for a royal bodyguard. A perfect lock to place upon his gilded cage. Unless?

Thanks for reading. If you got this far, I want to say that I just wanted to give some potential baseline for your character. But I'd be more than happy if you chose to get creative and create something yourself. So she doesn't have to be a mage. And in fact, if you're one of those people that enjoys to give some love to less popular fantasy Races. Read em, Orcs, Ogres, Goliaths, Dwarves, Giantess, savage barbarian woman, amazons etc. Please feel free to make her that way! If you enjoy playing truly thick, large and overall stacked characters. Even better! But if you prefer more athlethic and realistic proportions I completely understand. (Though I'm a fan of size play won't I won't lie.)

Same with the whole dynamic. Want to play her as someone much older? Say, mommy-vibes? Or Big Sister Vibes? I'm more than happy for it then, just as I'm fine with a mature guardian!

Now onto the RP. What I'd like to do and explore in this prompt. Aside from the romantic relationship between the two which may seem a bit taboo (or not depending how we desing the world.) I'd like the two to eventually get out of the spire he's locked in and have them on a greater journey. What will that journey be? I'd like to brainstorm that. Whether they flee from someone attacking their home, or if perhaps the prince is sent off for political marraige. It really is up to us. What I want, is very thick. Very tall, Bodyguard GF in a fantasy world. Whether you're submissive or dominant, either works for me. I'm a switch myself.

Kinks: Amazonian women, either them being dominated or them dominating their partner; breeding; anal, and feet, face sitting, switch relationships, romance, cuddling, playful wrestling, sweat, pubic hair, monstrous characters, musk, giantess, small dom big sub/big dom small sub, futanari, MILF's, very curvy/well-endowed characters, mommy/big sis personality.

Not really kinks but writing preferences: Third person, multi-paragraph responses from both sides. (4-6 paragraphs minimum or more.), mutual worldbuilding.

Also I'm looking for partners to my other RPs, kitsune/oni one and others.

Not sure what else to add, if you have questions message me and I'm happy to answer them and chat/discuss what else to do in the RP! And make sure to share your kinks!

(Fledgling healer RP still open!)