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[kingforboth]

It's the day after your fourteenth birthday. You're absolutely freezing, bundled up in a robe, sitting down on a fur rug by the fireplace, trying to warm up. The warmth of the robe and the fire feels lovely. You also happen to be absolutely starving, but no one will let you eat. No one being Morgan and anyone else in the castle but you know better than to ask for breakfast. You rub your hands in front of the fireplace, the room slightly chill. Being November, there's only so much one can do.

"Hmmm, this feels good," You say, rubbing your hands together in front of the fire and smoothing short bedridden hair. "What's next?"

The older blonde man, Morgan, pokes and the fire, setting it more ablaze. "First of all, your bath. They should be about ready for you. And I'll send your wardrobers in to help you dress as soon as they arrive."

You stop abruptly, hating what was about to happen, what had to happen and what it meant. You always knew you were going to be king. One day. You just didn't think it would be so soon. And to have all those people....fussing over you. It was positively distasteful. And there was absolutely no escaping it. Or was there? All the maturity you'd displayed over the last few weeks disintegrated in one last act as a prince. As just a boy. With no one elses responsibility resting on your shoulders but your own.

"Devil take it, I can dress myself!" You try hopefully. It doesn't work. Morgan laughs, taking you by the arm and pulling you to your feet.

"A king must have dressers on his coronation day. It's tradition. Besides, you aren't meant to clutter up your mind with the mechanics of putting on strange robes when you should be contemplating the responsibilities of kingship." He propels you toward the dressing room where undoubtedly a gaggle of servants and a tub full of hot water await. Not just that. The first step.

You pause, a boyish playfulness playing about, and you eye the other man. "Oh I'm meant to have dressers, eh? How many?"

"Oh, six or so I should imagine." The man raises and eyebrow, playing innocent.

"SIX!" You cry out considering the high number. " Morgan, I don't need six dressers!"

"Is this a rebellion?" The other man grins, playing along good naturedly.

You start through the door and then turn in a look of complete mock indignation and playfulness. Just the thing someone wants in a king, right? " I still think that you planned all this deliberately." You hate personal servants after all.

"I've been planning deliberately to make you a king. Now, get in there!" The other man's playfulness and patience wore a little thin. It was a special day after all and you were kind of being a pain, especially considering just how mature you'd been up until now. He made a motion as if to chase you through the door and you duck through it, but not before poking your head back out a final time.

And sticking your tongue out. All maturity completely and utterly gone. One last romp before the inevitable.

Comments

audio; UN: The Fastest

[doubled_speed]

I mean, I'd so much rather have six people around to undress me. Provided they stick around later to enjoy it.

So, we supposed to call you 'your highness'?

audio; UN: Gwynedd26

[kingforboth]

[You could practically hear the silent sour scowl as Kelson endevored to not give an credence to that rather inappropriate remark and tried a different approach.]

'Your Highness' is a term of respect given to a prince or princess. The correct form of address for a king or queen is 'Your Majesty' however, I am most certainly not your king and you are not my subject. You owe me no such address.

[Wouldn't Nigel be so pleased his lessons stuck?]

Nor do I think anyone here will care if proper protocol isn't given. Kelson is fine.

Unless you prefer 'Your Majesty'?

i hereby apologize for Tommy

[doubled_speed]

[And Kelson just sets up that pitch right square over homeplate. Tommy cannot be blamed for how he takes a swing and hits it out of the park. Really he can't. It's just asking for it, right? But does he have to sound so smugly satisfied?]

Oh, you don't have to call me 'Your Majesty'. Tommy will do.

[There is so much innuendo he could go into from here, if he wasn't half concerned that, despite the guy sounding older than he'd been in the memory, he might still be young. A kid sorta young. So much innuendo about how Kelson could pay homage too, if he wanted.]

So, that long ago? The fourteen thing? You sound, like, old and boring already.

Re: i hereby apologize for Tommy

[kingforboth]

[Thank goodness it was audio. Kelson took an audible breath and let it out. Obnoxious little twit, wasn't he?]

I'm nineteen.

[Had it really only been five years? Somehow it seemed longer.]

Apologize more

[doubled_speed]

[Kelson has NO idea how obnoxious Tommy can be when he wants to be. Wait until the first time he does a running prank. Then you can be truly annoyed.]

Oh thank whatever powers that be that... well, be. Because now I can say this.

If you wanted to kiss my ring, though, I'm always down for that.

[He chuckles and shakes his head on his side. Oh well. He does get serious after a moment, because miracle of miracles, he can.]

Seriously, though. Fourteen even remotely the normal age for thrones in your world or time or whatever?

audio; un: TheFunOne

[itsnothingpersonal]

Six dressers, is it? Ceremonial armor, then?

audio, un: gwynedd26

[kingforboth]

Quite, ceremonial robes. It took longer than I cared to admit and in the end, I was thankful for those dressers.

I would have had no idea how to put everything on.

Still, six seems. Excessive.

[itsnothingpersonal]

Six is excessive. I've only ever needed three.

Still, having your memories projected to the masses seems an unfair way of starting a tenure. [A beat.] Loki of Asgard. It's a pleasure.

[kingforboth]

[Kelson laughs]

I normally get away with one or two. More for special occasions.

Kelson Haldane of Gwynedd. Pleasure.

audio - un; Angel

[unknownmoirai]

Is there something wrong with others dressing you?

audio, un: gwynedd26

[kingforboth]

I would personally rather do it myself. Such fuss is unnecessary. At times.

[unknownmoirai]

Wasn't this a big day?

[It sounds like it.]

I'm sorry. I don't understand. I've never really known anything like this.

[kingforboth]

It's alright. I suppose it's not something very many people are acquainted with.

But, I suppose it was an important day. One of the biggest in my life. But I don't normally get to get dressed on my own anymore. It was....the start of something new. Of practices and regulations and I suppose not being a child anymore. Things were expected of me. And not getting dressed on my own was a part of that.

audio; un: Nemesis

[wasinnocent]

I hope the robes lived up to the expectation of being the most complicated thing you'd ever put on.

Re: audio; un: Gwynedd26

[kingforboth]

One of at least! I'm sure there will be more.

audio;

[wasinnocent]

Maybe they'll get more complicated each time and add an extra person to help you dress. One day you'll end up with twenty people there waiting on their King.

Re: audio;

[kingforboth]

[Kelson laughs despite himself.]

That sounds like an absolute nightmare. Although I'm sure there are some who would quite enjoy it!

[whiteroadrunning]

Was dashing naked through the palace not an option?

that is a beautiful icon for Alec!

[kingforboth]

Oh yes, I would never have made it out the door!

[Kelson responds just as humorously.]

ty <3

[whiteroadrunning]

Just as well, I suppose. A bit embarrassing either way.

[Nudity shyness solidarity, Kelson.]

[kingforboth]

And not exactly regal to be running around the palace naked. I don't think I would have lived it down.

audio: marshes

[gristle]

Are you really a king? A king of what?

audio: un:gwynedd26

[kingforboth]

Yes. King of Gwynedd. It encompass quite a large area of the Eleven Kingdoms.

[gristle]

You’re an elf? Like from the North Pole?

[kingforboth]

........An elf? North pole?

[You've completely lost him.]