Soaping with Andi
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Thread Topic: Soaping with Andi
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(Ugh Octavia ur gonna get him beheaded. Also, passably?)
In the time it'd taken the princess to finish bathing, Rowan had dried off and changed. The servant hadn't brought him a shirt, just pants and a towel, so he was left exposed. While his body was nothing to be ashamed of, he knew the princess would poke fun at him for it. He tried to get the mess of brown fluff on his head to settle, but was unable to, and settled back in his chair, defeated. He'd left the towel next to his clothing, which was drying next to the fire.
When the princess returned, Rowan did his best to look busy with anything other than paying attention to her. It didn't take long for him to notice the princess rolling around on the bed, once again, purposely messing with him.
"Of course you are. You're supposed to go under the blankets, not on top of them." He didn't bother to look up. "Pulling your dress down would probably help, too." -
(That is her goal yes
Haha she can't admit that he's downright attractive nope)
"Oh, you're no fun," She complained, sitting up, pulling her dress down around her thighs. Octavia focused on him now, drawing her eyes from his ankles to his hair, taking him in fully for the first time. In truth, he was actually very good looking, more so than any boy her parents had pushed her towards. She swallowed, though, pushing the thought out of her mind. One more game, and then she'd go to bed. But oh, was this going to be a fun game.
After checking to make sure the door was shut, Octavia stood, strolling over to where Rowan sat. Without any warning, she lowered herself onto his lap, sitting sideways, with both of her legs over the left arm of the chair. Once again, her dress had rolled up, but only in the back. She didn't bother to fix it, biting her lip, suddenly aware of the blood rushing to her own face. Okay, okay, he was extremely attractive.
(idea) -
(Of course he is. He's like... medieval nick petrick)
He looked legitimately terrified this time. He knew she could do this, and then, she'd have the luxury of going home, and she could cry about the knight who'd been sent to guard her but had taken advantage of her. And of course, her word would be worth her weight in gold, or any other wonderful show of wealth she had, and his would be less than Shortbread's trust of other people. And he'd be dead, and she'd have had her fun, and that would be the end of it.
Rowan sat in a very tense manner, staring nervously at the princess in his lap. No matter how much he wanted it, wanted her, he resisted. He was determined not to give this to her.
(Oh no, not an idea) -
(xD Oh gosh)
Octavia didn't do much else other than lay there, and, after a moment, rest her head on his shoulder. She said nothing, and it wasn't long before she was asleep, snuggled into his bare chest, hands settled in her lap, dress rolled up awkwardly. No, Octavia's actions weren't innocent, but she would never dream about lying that Rowan took advantage of her. If anything, she was taking advantage of him. Regardless, she just wanted to sleep, and was much too lazy to go back to the bed.
Rowan, she thought as she drifted off, should be very pleased that she didn't snore or drool.
Well, she didn't snore very loudly.
(yes an idea
After then fall in the loves
Octavia's parents and Rowan's king reach an agreement
that she is to marry their prince) -
(Oh wait you don't know that reference. My friend had a dream that when she met him, she was so excited that she screamed his name and he was like "um the a is silent" and she made a tumblr post about it and it got a few thousand notes so now we sometimes accidentally call him nick petrick)
Rowan sat for a moment in amazement at the fact that she hadn't done anything, that she was just cuddled up with him, asleep. After a few minutes, he adjusted her dress and stood, carrying her over to the bed. He awkwardly pulled back the blankets and set her down, then pulled them up over her, making sure that she was covered and hopefully, comfortable. He stood next to the bed for a moment or two, admiring the fact that she really was quite pretty, when she wasn't trying to get him killed. Which she probably wasn't doing in the first place. They'd start fresh later, after they'd both gotten some much needed sleep. He grabbed an extra blanket from the large wardrobe in the room and retired to his chair.
"Sleep well, princess," he sleepily whispered across the room.
(I was thinking the same thing) -
(xD Oh okay now I get it)
It was almost midnight when she woke again, sitting up. For a moment, Octavia was extremely confused. However, she remembered where she was, and got out of the bed, going to take another quick bath, putting her underclothes back on, changing into her blouse and riding skirt again, that were both still a bit damp from being washed.
She moved back to the bedroom, humming softly, wondering what she could do. Ideally, Rowan was asleep, and she could take his dagger and kill him. But that thought didn't pass her mind. What did occur to her, however, was how hungry she was. Octavia hesitated, before moving over to Rowan, musing his hair for a moment, absentmindedly. "Hey, wake up."
(yeee
You sleepy bro?) -
Surprisingly, he'd slept well the entire night. Rowan was curled up in a ball, every part of him under the blanket except for his nose and upwards. His soft, rhythmic breathing and slumber weren't disturbed by the princess's activity, showing what a heavy sleeper he could be. When she attempted to wake him, he let out an annoyed, sleepy groan and glared at her. "No," he replied, then readjusted his blanket.
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"Fine. Your fault." Octavia snatched the blanket off him, moving to press a kiss to his cherk to confuse him, tossing it across the room. "Now, come on," She demanded, messing with his hair still. "I'm hungry. And you still need a bath."
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Rowan gasped, wrapping his arms around his exposed, suddenly cold torso. He didn't acknowledge the kiss, and instead slowly stood up and stretched. He watched the princess with sleepy, annoyed eyes, then walked over to grab his shirt. "Which first? You're not joining me for the bath."
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"You wish. I already took a bath. Hn.. Food first. And then a bath. And.. And then maybe steal me a book? It's rather boring, being a prisoner." Octavia had expected to be doing more than just sitting around.
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"Alright, but know they won't make anything special for you. We can probably just head down to the library and pick out a book, I don't need to steal anything." Rowan buttoned up the shirt, then sat down to put on his boots. He walked over to the door and waited for her to join him.
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"I just want bread and milk. I don't eat much, anyways," She explained. Like her mother, Octavia got ill if she ate too much. Part of the reason her mother had lost the children before her was because of that. Octavia gave him a small smile, hooking her arm through his. "You could have slept in the bed with me, you know. I wouldn't mind."
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"I know you wouldn't," he replied as they headed out into the corridor. Rowan kept close to the prisoner as they walked, especially when the reached the main area of the floor. As they went down the stairs, they passed a few knights and servants who knew him, and of course, said hello. He wasn't too well-liked by a lot of the knights, but he was well-known.
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"It can be innocent, sharing a bed, you know. My lover and I used to. I did like being close to him," She sighed, following Rowan, not knowing the castle's layout. "So. Tell me about yourself, Rowan. How did you become a knight?"
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"Calling him your lover doesn't make it sound innocent, Princess," he replied, stepping off of the last step and into a much larger hallway. This space was much more crowded than upstairs had been, so he was much more concerned with watching her. His hand reached over and grasped hers so he could easily keep track of her. As they strolled toward the kitchen, he started his tale.
"Well, let's see... A little under ten years ago, the marshall picked me out and requested that I return to the castle with him. I'm from Winsell Village, which is... in this kingdom, maybe two hours away? The other knights stem from nobility, which meant that they had some sort of training beforehand, but since I was nine years old, I had plenty of time to train. He said I was among the most quick and graceful that he'd seen, and that regardless of heritage, it was a trait that should be honored. I'm not really sure how he saw that, but I'm really glad he did. I didn't have much going for me at home." Rowan led the princess into the smaller, much less ornate space near the kitchen.
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