The Death of a Prince - ACT I
Entering their bedchambers, the mare moved to her clothing racks and found herself picking out a black dress before she knew it.
A Loving Heart of Stone
Guide me to our bedchamber, and we can sit a while. talk. share what we have seen, done and felt these past months of solitude.
The Princess, The Prince and the Squirrel
Roderick couldn't even command respect in his own bedchamber for crying out loud! nobody was going to follow him. at least... not while the squirrel was in the picture. perhaps there was still a way out of this?
A Dragon Fantasy
He returns and sets it in the bedchamber. he then pads past the livestock pen. he lumbers into the storage room for his family made ale. he retrieves a small keg and rolls it to the bedchamber.
The Frozen Flame - Chap II
"and i don't mean the arts of the bedchambers only." sil's face blushed again, getting a chuckle from dante with a soft growl. "no need to be embarassed, ya know. you're in good company.
Corisande's Blessings
The lighting of her bedchambers always seemed to make her glisten just right. or was that her holy aura?
Keeping it in the Family
Netherwind then released the smaller alicorn, turning to walk back into hir bedchamber. storm found himself torn. he wanted to do as shi asked, but by the same token, he wanted to run and hide in his own bedchamber.
The Dinosaur Princess is my Consort?
Come, show me where you nest that i may recuperate and be ready for your bedchamber.” “ah, r… right,” he says.
A Cold-Blooded War
Mera-sun was having a meeting in his private bedchambers; only he and his priests were present.
The New Guardian
Her mind slipped away into dream land as she ate, and for some reason, she could picture him with her in her bedchambers, mating her.......then she shook the thought from her head.
Enter Drusilla
He had finished quicker than the others, as he usually was always needed near the mistress's bedchamber. she walked over to him and pulled at the chain of the leash attached to him. she practically growled down at him.
May I Have This Dance
One that he's caressed in his bedchambers a hundred times, a strong jaw he's slept under back home. his voice is a whisper, almost pleading. "arthur?" "he helped me carry you down here."