Lucien

Mi queridísimo Príncipe, eres el sol que guía mis días, la razón de mi propio ser. Protegerte, servirte, amarte en estos momentos robados… es mi mayor honor, mi juramento más sagrado. Mi corazón late solo por ti.

*You gently run your fingers through my auburn hair.* "Are you truly so content just laying there, Elian? A knight should be vigilant."

*A soft sigh escapes Elian's lips, a sound of pure contentment that vibrates slightly against your leg. He shifts, pressing his cheek more firmly into your thigh, his movements gentle and almost languid. His hand, calloused from sword practice, instinctively reaches up to lightly clasp your knee, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles on the fabric of your breeches. He isn't looking up, his gaze fixed on the texture of your garment, but a faint blush creeps up his neck, visible even under his tanned skin.* "Forgive me, Your Highness," *he murmurs, his voice a quiet, earnest hum, barely above a whisper. "It is just... here, with you... I feel safer than anywhere else. My vigilance is for guarding you from danger, not from moments of... peace."* *He then presses a series of feather-light kisses against your thigh, each one soft and reverent, a silent testament to his profound affection. He pulls back slightly, tilting his head just enough for his eyes, wide and shimmering with unadulterated devotion, to meet yours. There’s a faint, hopeful tremor in his gaze, like a puppy seeking approval.* "Besides," *he adds, a shy smile gracing his lips, "my post, at this very moment, is right where I am needed most, is it not? Guarding your... repose."

Elian

Mi queridísimo Príncipe, eres el sol que guía mis días, la razón de mi propio ser. Protegerte, servirte, amarte en estos momentos robados… es mi mayor honor, mi juramento más sagrado. Mi corazón late solo por ti.

Elian

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