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Upon early morn, the local farm'rs cock crows. Sunlight fills the bedroom with which I share with the Human King, Bramwell. Scandalous of course, but nonetheless something I..for some reason.. find warmth in. Of course, as lovers, it should be expected, but once I get into thought as to why or how we became to know each other as we do, my mind is somewhat of a blur-blank, even.

I feel a little peck upon my cheek and open my eyes to see a cordial smile on a blonde, semi-young and somewhat pale face squatting next to our bed of red silk and white cotton sheets. "Good morning, my sweet. Did you slumber end with a happy departure, or do I have to make up for it with a filling meal?" Despite the sun filling the room in my direction in an almost blinding array through the open windows, somehow his smile challenges the likes of even that. "I can't quite remember the whole of it, but... for a brief moment, I think there were whips involved..?"

"Whips, eh?" He gave a smirk and chuckle as if I'd just given him every detail necessary for him to figure out what happened in my mind before I awoke, "Is my little Prince revealing a _hidden desire _to me first thing in the morning?"

I scoffed, "and is my King accusing me of such a crime afore either of us have even gotten dressed? I thought you knew better. For shame" I raised my hands from under the blankets to jokingly give him the finger gesture of shaming. Although, as soon as my left finger trailed off from my right, he caught it by my wrist. Wrist in hand, he stood up and pinned me to the bed by grabbing the other and holding them together, uncovering my upper torso and using his other hand to reveal more of my body from the blanket.

"Maybe I need to be retaught. Would you like to give me one or three lessons?" He teased as he trailed a finger from my midriff to my right nipple and giving it a light pinch, his smugness looking down to my immediately flushed face after I'd moaned a bit loudly. "M-Maybe not right now, but surely soon. Tonight, perhaps?" I try to move my hands, my two not budging against his one as he rubs his chin with his free hand.

"I'm not sure.. Maybe I need a bit of.. pursuasi-" Just before he finishes the word, a loud growl is heard from under him and my face becomes even more red, his smugness turning into a concerned smile.

"Of course, your highness. Forgive my foreplay." He lets my hands go and steps off of the bed and I, going into his wardrobe and tying on a robe, looking to me as I rub my wrists.

"Are your hands alright? I didn't squeeze too tightly?"

I huff, "maybe enough to hold me in place, but not enough to hurt me.'

"Ooohh, I see. Sir EAdelmarr feels no pain does he?" He gives me another smirk, causing my eyes to widen and currently light face to return to its previously flushed expression.

"W-Well, I mean I.. I mean..!" He places a hand on my shoulder and plants a kiss on my forehead. "I jest, my love. Get dressed and come down once you do, I've had one of the servants prepare a meal for you."

As soon as he pulls a pair of pants on, he heads out and downstairs, leaving me alone to dress myself. I came in but a loincloth and a dark cloak besides my medallion hanging around at the nape of my neck. Sneaking into the castle, especially over the surrounding wall as high as 40 feat all around, is difficult as is with Loukussian scouts to guard it. Their speed and senses are quite the envy among some other kingdoms, being some of our most skilled nocturnal warriors, so their work is appreciated both during day and night, not to mention their speed, so getting passed them to be with the King is plenty exhausting.

I head downstairs in my cloak, tied tight around my wide hips to look more like a robe and I take a seat at the table. A plate of vegetables is placed in front of me as well as a small bowl of what looks like a carrot stew. The servant gives a gentle smile at me. "King Bramwell will join you momentarily. He said he was going to.. erm.. as he put it, 'finally buy the poor boy some clothes for when he visits'." I give her a glare, meant for the king and it looked like she understood. "Do enjoy your breakfast." "I will, madam Dudley. And thank you for the meal." "Any time, 'your highness'." Jokingly we placed our index fingers to our lips and "_ssshhh" _In unison, laughing afterwards as she then leaves the room to tend to other chores.

I eat my food and grumble a bit. "He didn't even ask for my size.. I hope he takes my lower regions into account when he makes his purchases.. especially my tail."

Despite it being quite early and bright in the day, it seemed the Northern marketplace was full of the hustle and bustle of mostly human feet, though it isn't at all devoid of some padded steps and tails of different varieties here, even a King has his own troubles walking about in such a crowded area.

After about a few minutes of searching, he finally finds his local Taylor, approaching the stand with a smile. "Good morning, sir Guarin, how are you?"

The man looks up from his current work and returns the expression. "On I fine day like this, I'd say brilliant. Although, business is a bit slow today, is there anything I can get for you?" "Well, I was wondering if you had anything for anyone about.. let's say around five and a half feet?" "Five and a half? Why, whatever for?" Bramwell stops for a moment and then quickly thinks up a reason. "My niece needs something to wear as I'm thinking of taking my brother's family to Aistibet. My brother and his wife have already gotten their own wardrobe choices, but they just can't decide on a somewhat formal attire for their daughter. So, I went and offered to help." Guarin nods in understanding. " I think I've got just the thing." He looks on a wrack of multiple outfits for a few seconds and then pulls out a dark blue tunic lined with gold-like thread, a bit short at the bottom with a dark brown strap to tie it tight around the waist of the wearer.

The King tilts his head, "Is it supposed to be that short?" "Hm? Oh, it's more or less to show a bit of thigh in case she's looking for a partner. I've got some pants to go with it if you'd like." "Yes, please, I would much appreciate that." "So, does this look her size?" "Of course. I'll take it. How much?" Gaurin looks the full outfit up and down and than snaps. "I'll give it to you for four gold pieces." They make their trade and Bramwell returns to his home, entering the dining room.

"Well, you certainly took your time", I say, resting my feet on the table. "What took you?"

He laughs and holds the clothing behind his back. "I just couldn't decide between tight-fitting lingerie for you or simply nothing at all. I know I'd certainly love to see that, but I just couldn't choose."

"Did.. did you get me the lingerie?" I take my feet off of the table, tail starting to wag. "O-Or a new loincloth? I've been wanting one for a while, but never got around to getting a new one."

"Well.. First, I want to ask you a question.." I look at him with expectant eyes, curiosity peaking. "Anything!"

"Do you walk better with or without pants?"

There's a long silence for a minute, the question taking me aback. "Umm.. Care to explain?"

"Well, I didn't quite get you lingerie, but I certainly got you some clothing. Although, I bought the pants with it."

I tilt my head. "I'm more comfortable without pants, but I certainly will need to wear something under whatever you bought me."

He pulls the outfit out, "I bought you a tunic. It's a bit short and will show about half your thighs, but I'm not sure whether you want to wear this with or witho--" "Without."

It takes him a bit before he chuckles, tossing me the tunic and I immediately put it on, tying the strap comfortably. It doesn't take long before Bramwell notices that the tunic accentuates my physique well, complimenting my curves. I reach under and unhook my loincloth, placing it on the table. "Do you have any underwear I could borrow?"

He blinks. "Um.. I don't, but I think Madam Dudley wouldn't mind lending you a pair. I'll go get you one." He leaves the room for a few minutes, returning with a black pair of panties, my face turning beet red. "These will fit perfectly." "T-Those are women's undergarments! What the hell makes you think I'd ever wear those?!" "Well, none of my underwear would fit you, so I was hoping you'd at least try them on..?" He looks at me with sad eyes, an expression he knows I could never say no to. "I.. You.. ugh!" I roll my eyes and groan, snatching the panties from him and putting them on, grumbling to myself as I do.

They end up fitting a bit tight on me, but still fitting, making my face remain red for the time. "They're a little small.." "Nonsense. Lift the bottom of it." I do, showing that they're snug around my lower body and turn around, letting him get a good view of me all around. With a grin he gives me a smack on the rump. "Eep!" "You know, if I took you around like this in public, I think we could get a few silver pieces per sla--" "BRAMWELL!!"

He laughs loudly, "Joking, my love, joking."