Fantasy The Prince and his Elf (LanceBlu)

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Lucas went wide-eyed at the obscene declaration and blushed in embarrassment, a quick glare was sent to the guard who sounded like he was about to laugh, "You know that isn't true." shooting a daggered glare at the elf. "If anything you were the one about to grope me if I hadn't kicked you in the dick." referring to how the elf had had him pinned down, arms over his head and straddling his body. The prince was fuming and how dare any of these guards who were supposed to be professional act like this. "If you don't compose yourself you'll be dismissed from your duty," he threatened, "All of you." he glowered at the guards. That seemed to shut them up, stiffening back at attention, a glare from the other guards being cast at the one who was about to laugh before tightening their grip on Tyrlius and directing their frowns at him. It was much easier getting his way with the guards than the elf, one quick remark and they were put back in line, none of them wanted to have to find work other than protecting the royal family. Being a guard was one of the better-paying jobs obviously, no other job outside of the castle could pay as much, and good luck finding work with any aristocrat, if the royal family didn't want you no one with money would.

"I'm glad you see it my way then." Lucas was sure it wasn't any threat that swayed him to be compliant, it was clear the other had motive for agreeing to his proposal but he wasn't going to let that bother him. Whatever information he would learn would be useless, no way was the elf escaping, pirate or not he was in his kingdom, his castle, good luck escaping when you're in the belly of the kingdom and guards are everywhere. "You start today." the prince proclaimed, "Get cleaned up, you smell like the sewers. after that I have a hunting lesson today." Guns for hunting were becoming popular, he'd have to master it quickly to keep up. He would be in the castle's backyard shooting down birds and his dog Sandy would be there to not only retrieve said birds but to go after the elf if he tried anything. She was a good guard dog.


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"Does that I get these fancy bracelets off or is guard number 3 over here giving me a sponge bath" Ty leans back and wiggles his eyebrows at the guard he had dubbed guard number three. He only flirted with the prince so far but after seeing that blush he was curious what might happen if he flirted with someone else in front of the prince.

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Lucas gave him a look before rolling his eyes at the insinuation, "No Aspen is not giving you a sponge bath, you can wash yourself." referring to the guard by name. The guard was a little taken aback by the prisoner's facial expression, looking over at the prince wasn't any better. For some reason Lucas didn't like how Tyrlius was insinuating something with the guard, unknowingly giving the guard the stink eye. Looking at the first guard that had brought in the pirate elf he spoke, "You, uncuff him. It's of no use to keep his hands bound, not only are you three here to protect me if he tries anything but from this point he is my servant; I can't have him walking around me in chains." The guard nodded, moving in front of the elven prisoner, taking a key from his side he undid the cuffs around his wrists. "I'm sure you know any attempt at something malice will result in a takedown and back to the dungeons, you might actually get beheaded then." he commented. Lucas was going to do his best to snub any thoughts of running or hurting him or any other quickly along with any other ideas he might have. "You have to be on your best behaviour too." The prince wanted the antics of the other quelled quickly, his attitude and everything needed to be fixed if he was going to be serving not only of the royals but the future king as well.


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Tyrlius rubs his sore wrists, "thank you Lucas." He says genuinly as his hands were freed, looking into his green eyes. Even if Lucas didnt mean it in that way having his hands freed was the most humane thing done to him since he arrived at the castle. He was equal to these people even if they didnt see it yet. Having his hands unbound was a step closer to being treated as an equal despite Ty knowing it was only so his hands would be free to serve

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Lucas gave a quizzical look at the genuine thank you, "... You're welcome." he wasn't sure if this was some type of trick but it didn't really matter. "The guards will show you to the servants living quarters where the other elves are." After that one of the guards grabbed Tyrlius' arm to lead him where the other elves stayed. With everyone gone now Lucas picked his cat back up, "Sophie... I'm definitely crazy aren't I?" the cat only gave a simple meow in response of course. The prince sighed before setting his cat down to get changed into some hunting clothes which was basically one of his suits made to look more casual and in a brown tone, probably the only time any royal would wear such a color you could see some yellow added in to add something to the plane clothes.

The uniforms for the male servants instructed them to wear a poet shirt with a vest and slacks. Lucas was curious to see how the pirate looked in something more regal than what he wore yesterday, elf or not if they worked in the castle they were expected to look their best and he couldn't have the elf walking around inside the castle wearing what he did in the dungeons. He'd bet some of the smell coming off of him was whatever that shirt laid in last night.

Later one of the servants came to announce Lucas' hunting instructor was there, he hoped Tyrlius wouldn't be late. Leaving the room Sophie went past the two probably off to find his little sister. He hadn't thought how he'd tell his family what he had done, his father probably knew by now that the wild elf had been ordered by the prince to follow him around. Making his way to the backyard he already saw his instructor out one of the windows and Sandy running around. Either Tyrlius better appear in this hallway now or be out of sight outside, either way the prince would be irate if the elf was late.


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Tyrlius was scrubbed down, the undersides of his nails have never looked clean. He swore the elves tried rubbing off a layer of skin the way they made sure he was clean. Than he was expected to wear some dumb outfit which he wasnt for. He only put it on because the elves that were helping him offered to clean his old clothes for him which meant he had to wear something. He got his hand slapped about a million time as he undid the top buttons of his shirt. Apparently it wasnt appropriate but Ty didnt care. He eventually won the argument with the elves and the top buttons stayed undone.

After he was given a little make over, his hair was even done with half of it pulled into a ponytail while the rest of the strands hung loosely still, Ty was sent to Lucas's side. He wasnt excited to have to spend so many hours with the male.

"Looking for me handsome?" Tyrlius asks as he rounds the corner and sees the prince, he ignores the scowl the elf neck to him gave him. "Damn these elves here are super uptight."

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Lucas turned around to, hearing the remark it of course came from Tyrlius, "It's your prince." he scowled. Giving him a once over the elf cleaned up nicely, not a sign of grime was left on his light skin, his hair pulled back a bit so it wasn't completely shaggy, everything looked perfect about him... except for a couple of buttons undone at the top of his vest. Lucas looked over to the elf that had accompanied him to the prince, noway they willingly allowed him to leave them undone. "Some of your buttons." he scolded, moving closer he buttoned them before backing up and doing one more once over, "Now you are presentable." For such an unruly prince it was a bit comical how strict he was about others' appearance and keeping face. "You can leave now." he told the other elf, a quick bow and he was left quietly. "See that? No backtalk, he just did as I was told, that's what you should do." He lectured him before turning his back and making his way to the backyard.

"You are to just stand nearby and not cause problems. There shouldn't be any snide comments and remember you'll be in front of someone. If you act out it'll look bad on all the servants." he explained. Lucas refused to let this man embarrass him or any of the actual competent servants, it wasn't their fault someone like him was stuck in their ranks now. Elves for the royal palace were carefully selected, they couldn't have any airheads inside the royal walls.


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Tyrlius did behave although he kept readjusting the collar of his shirt. It was best to say low on the radar though he'll allow himself to tease the prince if he finds himself alone with him again. He also couldn't help thinking about how close the prince had gotten to him before, his cheeks had taken a light pink hue to them. It was a shame that someone so good looking was such an asshole.

"Yes my prince." God he hated saying that but he needed to blend in for now. It was a miracle he got this position and he couldn't risk giving it up. As much as he teased the prince he was here for an actual reason. He was going to free the slaves. The men he freed were going to work together on sending word home and building an uprising underneath the kings nose. The population of mythical creatures greatly outweighed the humans. They just need to be united and than there would be nothing stopping them from taking back the kingdom. This plan was only just started. It was going to be probably a long time before Ty can see an actual revolution come together. The hardest part is going to be finding willing members.

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Happy with everything and Tylrius giving a proper reply Lucas made his way to the backyard, there his instructor was waiting while Sandy ran right up to her owner before noticing the new person and started to sniff him. Even if he was given a bath the pirate elf still must have had other scents lingering on him, he had to shoo Sandy away from him so she could actually do her job and retrieve the birds they would shoot down. Hunting guns were still a new thing, his instructor showed how to properly hold the weapon, aim, and shoot. It took a couple of tries before he was able to shoot down one bird and Sandy was happy to retrieve it.

Everything seemed to go well, the prince had shot down 5 birds but missed plenty before they decided it was a good time to quit. Lucas needed to improve fast. Give the gun back the instructor was in charge of bringing the birds inside to the kitchen so Lucas could go off and do something else. Just cuz he shot the birds down didn't mean he was in charge of bringing them to the kitchen, really a royal hardly stepped foot in there anyway, that was the chef's place and it's not like he knew anything about preparing food anyway. The prince and pirate were alone once more, Sandy had followed after the man, hoping to get some sort of treat, so it was just them. Lucas had decided to go to the library in the castle for a break, it was just yesterday the elf had nearly broken his arm hit him twice in the chest, holding that gun so high in the air made him ache a bit.

"I'm surprised you were actually good." Lucas said, walking down the quest hallway, it was just the two of them and he almost wished he had brought Sandy with him as some sort of guard. He shouldn't be alone with the elf.


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"Of course I can. I only behave like this for you pretty boy," Tyrlius said with a wink as he walked along side the male. The top couple of buttons of his shirt had already been undone. "Gotta stay on my best behavior in front of the others so they dont replace me. What was that thing you were using? It was like a cannon but it wasnt a cannon. I never seen those before. Either way you have shitty aim princey. If I wasnt convinced I'd get my hands cut off for stepping in I would have. You totally needed to readjust your posture and it was windy out there and you were taking a count for that. I spent my entire childhood using a bow and arrow." His arm brushed the males as they walked, Tyrlius having his hands shoved in his pockets all good manners tossed out the window the second they were out of sight.

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Lucas glared at him, of course Tyrlius was back to using anything but his title to address him again and the top buttons of his vest were already undone, "It's prince, and if the buttons weren't meant to be clasped they wouldn't be there." at least no one would see the prince allowing the elf next to him to not follow dress code. He couldn't believe he had mustered up the bravery to get close and fix them before, they had been way too close, a small blush dusted his cheeks remembering the close proximity. Lucas pushed the thought away though, all elves were beautiful after all, it was another key reason people used them for servitude, having a beautiful creature around you said something about your status, elves weren't cheap.

"It's called a gun, they're fairly new." he explained before glowering at the pirate, "Excuse me but I'm still learning, if you don't even know what it is then don't sound so cocky of your nonexistent skills. I've learned how to use a bow to and they're not the same." Lucas didn't like how the other tried reprimanding him, that was his instructor's job first of all and he didn't have to know he wasn't actually the best with a bow either.


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"I may not know how a gun works but I know how to aim princey, why are we in a libarary? This seems boring. Who wants to stare at words?" Tyrlius asks as he looks around the room at the tall shelves lined with book. The room was actually quite nice with green leather seats around the room and it just had a cozy feel to it. None of this mattered to Tyrlius since it was in face a library books were useless to him since he could barely read them. He didnt need to read books when he could read a map or the stars.

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: "Well I know how to aim to." he grumbled, the prince wouldn't let him have the last word, a childish behaviour be raised as royalty brought on and no one ever stopped him except maybe his parents. He sighed, irate at the other speaking his mind, "We're here because just yesterday you almost broke my arm and hit me in the chest twice, bending back and holding that heavy item for so long made them sore. I'd like to relax a little bit." he said. "And reading is very important, it's where you get information and actual become smart, maybe you should pick up a book, if you had maybe your captain would have known where he was docking was dangerous. There's a whole book on how we took over you creatures over a hundred years ago." Lucas went over to one of the shelves, he had yet to read all the novels in the castles personal library, some books were for entertainment but majority were based on certain subjects in literature or science or math but what really interested him was history. Lucas loved learning everything about his kingdom, he'd one day be king after all and he'd be lying if he couldn't wait for that day to come when his father would step down. That didn't seem on happening any time soon of course but the young prince could still envision that day.

"Or maybe you and your crew didn't know how to read? Figures even elven pirates would be uneducated." Lucas mocked. Reading was a luxury only the middle class and up tend to adorn, because why would a farmer or cleaning lady need to read? It wasn't a very useful skill and time could be spent on something else than trying to sound out the alphabet.


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Tyrlius hands drew into fists as Lucas mocked him and his people. He really wanted to punch the male at that moment. "If your people knew everything they would know that lands across the seas didnt follow such rules. We never heard of such cruel ways. We dont have your dumb books. We have our own king who's an elf and he rules over humans and elves and any other creatures! We have our own books and a lot of men on my crew can read. You talk of smarts but I bet you wouldn't know how to read any map put in front of you or look up at the sky and know which direction to go based on the placement of the stars or how they move." He yelled jabbing a finger at Lucas's chest. "Youre just a spoiled little rich boy!"

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Lucas didn't miss how Tyrlius' hands became fists, had he struck a nerve? He wouldn't put it past the wild elf if he actually took a swing at the prince. "A kingdom ruled by an elf? You must be from far away, guess it didn't seem important to my kingdom." He crossed his arms, "Reading a map isn't that hard and the stars are useless if not to look pretty at night." But as the elf moved near him he stepped back into the bookshelf, uncrossing his arms, was he actually going to hit him? Luckily the only thing that came was a jabbing finger in his chest and being yelled at. The momentary shock was brushed away as he swatted the others hand off of him, "Don't touch me and don't yell at me!" he yelled back before going to push him away.

Tyrlius was too close to close to him, he didn't like having his back against the array of books while this elf insulted him. "Well, they must not have been smart enough if they landed in Berokirium." Lucas ridiculed, "Even you weren't smart enough to get captured like the others." the prince ignored the fact that it was actually he who had given up and thrown his sword to the guards. Lucas had actually managed to do nothing last night but get pushed around by the ex-pirate.


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Tyrlius anger was threatening to boil over. He wanted to punch the male so badly but he had no idea if any guards were around. He needed to learn the lay out of the castle the guards posts yet.

"You brat! Your so spoiled! God I want to knock your teeth in your so annoying!" He presses closer to the male his hands on either side of the humans head as he glared down at the shorter male. "You have no right to talk of my people who you know nothing about! You know nothing of respect and have had everything in your life handed to you! Your fighting is also shit too! Your books wont keep you alive in a fight shortstack!"

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Lucas had went to sidestep away from the elf to make some room but it failed as hands landed on the books behind him on either side of his head. He had thought the other was actually going to hit him, Lucas just needed to learn to keep his mouth shut and stop aging the wild elf on and everything would be ok. Of course that was impossible, he had never had to hold his tongue to a servant and he refused to start now even with the pirate. The prince looked up at him, a mild amount of fear shown on his face and he was speechless for a moment, that was until he insulted his height. "I am 5'9 thank you very much! That is a very average height for a male!" His arms were at his side but they two barreled into fists, "If you don't let me go this instant I'll show you my actual fighting skills." he threatened. Just like Tyrlius was ready to hit him so was Lucas. He was tired of all the insults being shot at him. "No dirty moves either."

Lucas was determined to not back down and best the other, he was a prince and next king to Berokirium, he wasn't going to allow this.


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Tyrlius smirks as he looked down at the male, now things were getting interesting. "Tch I seen your moves and they're not very impressive princey." His face hovering over Lucas's. "Unless you got some other move up your sleeve? Come on surprise me pretty boy."

The back of his mind was yelling at him that this was a bad idea and he needed to take a step back. He was crossing a line here and if he crossed it there was no going back. He didn't listen to reason though and instead pressed closer to the male. Lucas could have punched him a while back now and not have to worry about the repercussions. All he had to do was scream loud enough and Tyrlius is sure guards will be on them. It just was too satisfying to see the male squirm under his gaze. His arms now rested on Lucas's shoulders while there chests bumped together.

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Tyrlius seemed to relax which only pissed him off more, it was clear he didn't think the prince could do anything, Lucas hadn't had many hand to hand combat training, the likelihood of getting into a fistfight was low so why invest much to time into it when a sword was more likely at hand. The elfs arms were now resting on his shoulders and their chests were very close, he could aim to take advantage of the lax position his arms were in or punch him in the gut. Deciding on a plan Lucas aimed one of his fists at his stomach then grabbed his arm to push to the side to make some room between the two. He ignored how wrong this was, picking a fight with an elf, if a guard passed by they would restrain the elf but it also wouldn't look good on the prince fist fighting the help. He could only imagine the lecture from his father this time, even if Tyrlius had started this whole thing the right decision was to just call for a guard and not get his own hands dirty.

When he was outside of the castle walls with no guard nearby it was at least acceptable to chase after when he thought Tyrlius was a robber, he couldn't just stand by while someone had been attacked and pushed to the ground. Now, however, he was in the castle walls and things were expected of him and this was not one of them.


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Tyrlius groans in pain as Lucas hits his already bruised abodmen. He knows he was egging on the male to hit him but he still wasnt expecting it. "Fuck! You're going down brat!"

He throws a punch at Lucas hitting him in the jaw than tackles the other male. He wastes no time getting Lucas pinned down underneath him. "Im starting to think you like being held down by me shorty." He had Lucas's hands in his and had them pinned to the floor. His ass planted on Lucas's lower abdomen or crotch to be more specific. He learned his lesson last time and wasnt going to risk another knee to the groin. "Fuck quick squirming pretty boy." His body shifting against Lucas's as he forces the males arms to stay on the ground.

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Lucas gasped in pain from the fist colliding with his jaw, he just had to hit his face? Before he could compose himself he was being tackled, his head banged on the floor, clenching his eyes shut and groaning in pain for a second before opening his eyes and wasting no time before struggling against the other. He went to try slapping the elfs face or something but his hands were caught and pinned down again. He also tried kicking his legs but that seemed to fail to as Tyrlius sat on his lower abdomen, he could barely move and it was pissing the prince off. He blushed at the insinuation that he liked even a bit of this being under him. "I'm not short and I'm not some pretty boy," Lucas gritted his teeth, "I'm the prince and you'd better get off me." He wasn't going to call uncle and announce for the guard yet but he needed to find a way to get out from under him. "It seems the only thing you can actually do is pin someone down. I thought we were actually going to fight." he scolded.

He tried lifting his arms or trying to kick up, anything to get the wild elf off of him. He huffed, this wasn't working but he wasn't going to give in yet, their fight just started and it would be ridiculous to give in this early. "I said I wasn't going to play dirty and here you are jumping on me." The heir tried any antic to get Tyrlius off of him.


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Tyrlius bites his lip as the male moves underneath him. He didnt think this part through. "I gave you a chance to kick my ass you just lost it. Plus I cant just beat up your pretty face. We wouldn't want that." His grip tightening on Lucas's wrists as he leans down over the male, his breath ghosting over the younger male's face. "You going to admit defeat? Im pretty comfortable here. I could sit here all day." He tries to keep the male's hips pinned down so the male will stop grinding against him!

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: A blush dusted his tan face as the other leaned in closely, he could feel his breath on him, his face mere inches away from him. Lucas couldn't explain this feeling, "You don't have to punch my face." he glowered. Wasn't the face another dirty attack? Like hitting him in the groin. "No," he replied sternly, "Never." not yet at least. As soon as they started it was over in a second and Lucas didn't like that at all, he couldn't allow such a quick and easy defeat. The prince continued to move and struggle, moving his legs under him till he felt something and stopped, his face reddening. Just then a maid walked by, she was about to pass the library till he saw the newly, appointed elf on top of the prince. She shrieked in surprise at the scene, "What are you doing?!" and ran over to the two.

"Tyrlius are you wanting to be beheaded?!" The other elves didn't know this man was actually a captured pirate yet, they had assumed something was strange with him when he didn't follow the dress code and remarked the prince in such an indignant way. They didn't know why he of all elves had been in the prince's presence to follow and take care of. Castle elves were the best of the best, so why was someone so violent in the castle and even more near the next king. "Get off him!" she yelled at him.


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Tyrlius snaps his head up remembering that this was the prince he was on top of. He gets off Lucas and not meeting the male's eyes. All that grinding had given him a boner. "I need to be excused." He says dropping the flirty demeanour and crossing his arm over his lap as he turns away from Lucas looking for the best route over here. He doesn't care what Lucas says. Hes not his servant and he isnt going to stand at the male's side constantly, especially not with a hard on in his pants.

 

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Lucas Benjamin Miller

Prince/Male/20/5'9

IC: Lucas' face was red in embarrassment when the maid ran in, Tyrlius seemed to jump off of him but he was sure it wasn't from the threat of being beheaded the maid thrown at him. The maid went to his side, helping the prince up, "My prince are you ok?" she noticed the reddening on his jaw, "Did he hit you?" she sounded shocked at the idea.

Lucas had took her hand as help to get up before waving the maid away from him, "I'm fine Mia, I don't need your coddling." he scolded. He was irritated as he watched the male elf excuse himself. How dare he think he could just leave like that. The maid was ready to ask if he needed any ice or to be taken to the royal physician was but was cut off halfway, "And where do you think you're going?" he called after the pirate. Lucas gave a quick 'thanks' and a dark 'don't tell anyone' to the elf girl before going after him. "I didn't release you from your post." he glowered, stomping after him. The heir wasn't going to let him get away with doing whatever he wanted.

Lucas was happy at least it was a maid and not a guard that had came by, the prince gave a small threat to not tell anyone and that was it, unlike the elf he was speed walking towards to catch up with the maid would actually listen to him properly, in fact everyone would listen to him properly except for this man who was only a few inches taller than him.


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