It may only have been a polite token gesture to you, but to me, from the moment you tied your handkerchief to my lance I was set alight with lust.

I’d been watching you for some time now. Beyond the remit of my duties as ‘Royal Aegis’ to your honoured house, I mean. Certainly with the kind of lingering eye that would have angered your father deeply if he had noticed it on a courtier’s face. But long have I served His Highness and this great kingdom, and so the rapt attention I paid you was merely taken as a sign of particular diligence towards a wilful princess who is known for her excursions.

When the Tourney was held this year I had only participated at your father’s bidding. ”Remind the realm that we have monsters among us too.” He had suggested in an aside one evening. I’d taken no offence at his wording. I do, after all, hail from the northern tribes overtaken by the darklings; the sleek horns atop my head are proof of that. My skin is coloured a dark shade of scarlet where yours is tan, in contrast to the great white mane reminiscent of untrodden snow which falls freely to my lower back. I am as tall as the most prodigal warriors amongst your menfolk, bearing a lean physique that might as well have been hewed from the bleak rocks of winter itself. Not to mention the bestial, proud member I have been blessed from birth with.

Oh how I longed for you to run your hands along it. To take my length all the way inside you, my lips locked to your pretty little mouth as we rutt all night. To hear you scream and moan and beg for more, as I deflower your virgin cunt as well as your pert rump. To fill you to the point of overflowing with my seed again and again and again, till your belly is full with child and the future of the kingdom assured…

I pace across the halls with a feral grace, all purpose and poise as I silently make my way to you. Gone is the heavy plate I usually garb myself with. Instead, I have opted for a demure robe underneath which lies a positively indecent sheer gown. Atop my head stands the champion’s laurels from the tourney, about my neck the silken handkerchief you had graced me with earlier this morning. No armour, no shoes, no excuse for if I’m found prowling about the princess’s quarters barefoot like a wildling assassin; only the cover of night and a half-finished skin of wine to sharpen my courage.

I muse. Truth be told, I had not expected to want to win. Nor did I desire the prestige that came with it. I was the sole Northerner in the kingdom, the Royal Aegis for Spirits’ sake. Vainglory does not become a knight.

No, it was only when you descended from the balcony to wrap your silk about my lance earlier that I had never before so keenly desired to claim the champion’s laurels for myself. For what else but your favour could you possibly mean to bestow upon me with such a gesture?

Even now as I pause outside the doors to your chambers, it almost hurts to consider how beautiful you’ve grown up to become. In-between barked orders and clipped advisements to the housecarls studiously battling in the training yard, I would snatch glances at the archery range where you liked to practise. Your braids shining bright in the sunlight, eyes fiercely affixed on the target ahead as you focused. The very picture of a radiant, fighting princess. Spirits girl, if you were born a commoner I would have had you warming my bed every night!

Auric orbs gleam brightly in the dark as I check once more up and down the corridor. Righteous and nobly guided by the purest of sentiments for my lady as I know I am, it would not do to be disturbed on this late evening. I twist the doorknob and in one smooth motion I am standing in your bed chamber, the door shut behind me. I exhale once, twice, near giddy with excitement and lust. There you are, sleeping peacefully in your bed.

Finally, my lady. After all this time you had given me a sign and I was damned if I wasn’t going to take it.

I pick up a gently burning wick in its candleholder so that you might see me better when you awaken, the flickering flame casting my skin in a ruddy red glow. I knock once, twice against the door where I stand before advancing a step further. I practically purr as I speak, voice low and throaty.

“My Lady, may this champion claim your favour?”

Hey, you! Happy New Year! For this spicy little oneshot, I’m looking to play the role of intimidating, cut-as-fuck knight against the Princess with whom she’s utterly besotted with— which is where you come in.

What I want to do:

To briefly recap, our Royal Aegis here (Selt) has got it bad for the woman who’s father she’s been dutifully serving for decades. As the demonic-looking head of her King’s personal guard and protector of the ruling family, Selt has been content with discreetly taking her simmering desire for the Princess out on whores and the odd maidservant, till now. Whether intended as such or not, she has interpreted the Princess’s tying of her handkerchief about her lance in preparation for the kingdom’s annual tourney as a sure sign that her hidden affection is mutual. Brimming with lust, love and ever so sure of herself, she sneaks into the Princess’s bedroom later that night to consummate their love… the only catch being, is it all just a misunderstanding?

Here are the two ways in which I’d like to play it:

1. The hidden affection is indeed mutual, and the delighted pair enjoy an emotional, taboo tryst together.

or

2. Unwilling to so much as contemplate the possibility that she overeagerly misinterpreted the Princess’ gesture, the Royal Aegis plows on regardless of the object of her innermost affection’s consent.

I’ve left the prompt open to interpretation since I couldn’t decide on which route I preferred. Honestly, I’m equally split on writing a fully consensual, romantic scene and a darker spot of dub/noncon, or something more in the middle. The direction we take this in is up to you! Speaking of which…

What I want in your response:

First and foremost, not for you to rush! I like to treat short-term RPs as short only in regards to the amount of ‘scenes’ we write, if that makes sense. I’m definitely not looking to get this all done in one day, especially since I prefer a relaxed pace of exchange.

In your message itself, I’d love to see what ideas you have about the dynamic between my Royal Aegis and your Princess. It’s not a binary choice but do consider which elements of either extremes appeal to you most. An account of your kinks and limits would be helpful as well so we can get straight into conjuring up a steamy scene once we’ve established what it is we both want to get out of the RP. Many different things appeal to me so consider myself to be at the very least open to hearing about a kink I haven’t explicitly mentioned if it’s not a specified hard limit. Last but not least, cheers for reading and I look forward to opening your little orange envelope!

Prompt-specific Kinks: Passion, breeding/talk of breeding, lots and lots of kissing, D/s elements, dealing with the interspecies difference, making it fit, cum play, older warrior instructing you how to get off, conversation and the mating press.

Hard Limits: Underage elements, scat, snuff, gore in a sexual context, heavy violence and vore.