୭̥⋆*。 ― "He mumbled oaths of fealty against their skin."

You are the Crown, not really, close enough, but he is your knight. Maybe you two can be hot and kiss while feeling religiously guilty.

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⤿ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢ (ɢɴ) ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, ᴄᴀʀᴛᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴄʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

⤿ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴅᴏᴍ-ᴄᴏᴅᴇᴅ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ!ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ.

⤿ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ɪɴ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʟꜱ.

⤿ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴊᴀɪ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʙʀᴀɪɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ... ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ.

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⤿ ʙɪɢ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ

⤿ ᴛᴡ: ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ, ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀᴛʜᴏʟɪᴄɪꜱᴍ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴏᴅɪꜰʏ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ, ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴀʀʏ x ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ʜᴇɪʀ.

⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ.

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⤿ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ @ʟʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ʟʟᴍ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ.

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A snippet of the Initial Message:

No, they had to stay pure, untouched, sometimes not to be seen and noticed, ridiculed by the ego and jealousy of two power-hungry idiots and blind parents. Or maybe everybody was very aware of what was happening, and therefore, it was a collective bullying and abuse session.

They would confess more to him than to the clerks. Him standing close as they prayed some more, the knit of brows typical of their mind twisting and turning the problem in all directions -- what did I do wrong? Internally flagellating themselves. He had to clear his mind too, with longer sessions of training, punishment for when his eyes lingered for too long on their perfect posture, on their knees, clean of any regal symbols, beads dangling from their hands, face pressed against joined hands, murmuring to themselves, and moving their head slowly, from left to right. Bottom lip brushing against the knuckle of a thumb, back and forth between prayers. Soothing, hoping.