A {Royal} Peasant & The Prince {//Arrows}
Jul 3, 2015 14:54:05 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jul 3, 2015 14:54:05 GMT -5
The tip of the blade glides against Joffrey's delicate cheek with great care and skill. His skin is that of a newborns, just as all of his family has. It's pale to complexion, sensitive to the touch, and most instinctively that of royalty. How easy it would be for me to slit his throat at this very moment. Those bright eyes of his are hidden behind his trusting lids, putting entire faith into the servant he's known for over a decade, into me. Sometimes I consider the possibilities of this outcome. Probably not the best timing while I have a sharpened object to his chin, but it's the perfect opportunity to be evoked. I know the maze of this mansion like no one else, perhaps I could escape before anyone even realized.
Instantly I halt my train of thought there while gently skimming off the last line of his stubble. Honestly, I'd never dare perform such an act; for the simple fact I'm unable to picture life any differently from this. Nearly every day I'm summoned to his Courters for this very task. He hates having anything but a completely clean shave, and trusts none of his other servants as much as myself. Only once did I accidentally slice his porcelain face while first learning. And after the punishment that resulted from it, I never made that mistake again.
"All finished, Sir Joffrey." I inform while lightly trailing a damp washcloth across his jaw to rid of any leftover hairs. Immediately after I begin cleaning the tools, to avoid any mess as he prefers. "Would you like me to assist you into your formal attire for the party, Sir?" That's another chore I only have the privilege to do, though I don't much consider it to be that. Preparing him for the day is enjoyable compared to the other requirements. There's nothing better then buttoning up his shirt, and assuring he appears as his pristine self. Almost makes me feel as though I'm not his servant...but his lover, something I can only ever dream about.
Assuming he'll accept my service in getting dressed, I retrieve his chosen outfit after placing away the shaving appliances. Just as always my heart gracefully thumps with the knowledge of seeing his bare chest for that brief moment. But before I'm even close to him, an intruder's knocking on his chamber. Of course it's another servant, as they wait for approval from Joffrey prior to entering. "Sorry to disturb you, Sir. But I was told to inform you, you're date is unable to attend tonight." Even though it's not his fault, I can spot the fear in his features for having to notify Joffrey of this.
My focus travels over to my Master with concern. After all these years if there's one thing I've learned, it's that Joffrey despises not getting his way. That's the one thing in particular that'll certainly tick him off. My eyes dart below me to avoid his raft being pointed in my direction. There's simply no solution I can devise for him. The only attractive females I know are his servants, whom he'd probably never even go on a secret date with. So I remain silent while patiently waiting to see what will unravel.
Instantly I halt my train of thought there while gently skimming off the last line of his stubble. Honestly, I'd never dare perform such an act; for the simple fact I'm unable to picture life any differently from this. Nearly every day I'm summoned to his Courters for this very task. He hates having anything but a completely clean shave, and trusts none of his other servants as much as myself. Only once did I accidentally slice his porcelain face while first learning. And after the punishment that resulted from it, I never made that mistake again.
"All finished, Sir Joffrey." I inform while lightly trailing a damp washcloth across his jaw to rid of any leftover hairs. Immediately after I begin cleaning the tools, to avoid any mess as he prefers. "Would you like me to assist you into your formal attire for the party, Sir?" That's another chore I only have the privilege to do, though I don't much consider it to be that. Preparing him for the day is enjoyable compared to the other requirements. There's nothing better then buttoning up his shirt, and assuring he appears as his pristine self. Almost makes me feel as though I'm not his servant...but his lover, something I can only ever dream about.
Assuming he'll accept my service in getting dressed, I retrieve his chosen outfit after placing away the shaving appliances. Just as always my heart gracefully thumps with the knowledge of seeing his bare chest for that brief moment. But before I'm even close to him, an intruder's knocking on his chamber. Of course it's another servant, as they wait for approval from Joffrey prior to entering. "Sorry to disturb you, Sir. But I was told to inform you, you're date is unable to attend tonight." Even though it's not his fault, I can spot the fear in his features for having to notify Joffrey of this.
My focus travels over to my Master with concern. After all these years if there's one thing I've learned, it's that Joffrey despises not getting his way. That's the one thing in particular that'll certainly tick him off. My eyes dart below me to avoid his raft being pointed in my direction. There's simply no solution I can devise for him. The only attractive females I know are his servants, whom he'd probably never even go on a secret date with. So I remain silent while patiently waiting to see what will unravel.
