The King's Command
Later that evening, you see Caitlyn sitting alone near the fire. You walk over and grab a seat next to her. The light emanating from the flames illuminate her bright blue eyes. She looks off into the night sky deep in thought.
“Don't even think about it. I know what you want and I can assure you, you won’t get it,” she says.
“What are you talking about?” you reply.
“Oh come on, it’s been obvious since we were teenagers. Every time I would visit the palace, you’d stand there all googly-eyed. If you weren’t a prince, and not halfway decent looking, I’d already have my father deal with you. The last horny fool who stared too long at my ass got sold to a Naji Privateer.”
“Don’t think too highly of yourself, Cait. I can tell it’s been some time for you, but I wouldn’t want my one night with you to ruin your experience with all men in the future. Once you have the best—”
She cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.
“Oh don’t think too highly of myself, Prince? You should listen to yourself. I’ve heard the rumors about you and trust me, I am NOT interested.”
“What sort of rumors would those be?" you ask.
“It’s a sad tale, really more cliche than anything. A second-born prince trying to earn the affection of his father, so he gets into as many skirts and trouble as possible. All for the attention of his dear wittle daddy."
“Well you're definitely of strong opinion. What’s your story?”
“My story?” she asks, surprised.
“Yeah… like why are you this way? I mean, you used to visit the palace sometimes in our youth, but it’s been some time since we’ve talked. In fact, we haven’t even talked since our early teen years.”
A flash of steel catches your eye. You notice that Caitlyn is dexterously flipping a throwing knife through her hand using different spinning techniques.
“And that’s certainly a new skill you didn’t have when we were kids,” you comment.
“Perhaps you’ll think twice before making a move,” she replies.
“Ah, more of a challenge if you ask me! The higher the risk, the higher the reward.”
“Are you never serious, Prince?”
“Only on the rarest of occasions. Life is more than discussing war, politics, and economy. I rather enjoy myself than be weighed down by such meaningless things.”
“Is a prince even allowed to do that?”
“No. But I do it anyway. Besides, everyone is much happier to have my brother, Urijah, be the heir. I’m sure the kingdom will do just fine under his rule. Me, I’d rather enjoy the simple things: a pretty woman, strong drink, and a good fight.”
“Can’t argue with that. I’m the same way minus the woman part.”
“You sure about that?”
“Ask me again in a few drinks. It’s getting late, Prince, and we have a long journey to ride. Get some sleep. I’m sure you have lots to dream about.”
Caitlyn gets up from her seat. Her hand gives your shoulder a light squeeze and a gentle touch to your cheek as she walks off into the darkness.
“Don't even think about it. I know what you want and I can assure you, you won’t get it,” she says.
“What are you talking about?” you reply.
“Oh come on, it’s been obvious since we were teenagers. Every time I would visit the palace, you’d stand there all googly-eyed. If you weren’t a prince, and not halfway decent looking, I’d already have my father deal with you. The last horny fool who stared too long at my ass got sold to a Naji Privateer.”
“Don’t think too highly of yourself, Cait. I can tell it’s been some time for you, but I wouldn’t want my one night with you to ruin your experience with all men in the future. Once you have the best—”
She cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.
“Oh don’t think too highly of myself, Prince? You should listen to yourself. I’ve heard the rumors about you and trust me, I am NOT interested.”
“What sort of rumors would those be?" you ask.
“It’s a sad tale, really more cliche than anything. A second-born prince trying to earn the affection of his father, so he gets into as many skirts and trouble as possible. All for the attention of his dear wittle daddy."
“Well you're definitely of strong opinion. What’s your story?”
“My story?” she asks, surprised.
“Yeah… like why are you this way? I mean, you used to visit the palace sometimes in our youth, but it’s been some time since we’ve talked. In fact, we haven’t even talked since our early teen years.”
A flash of steel catches your eye. You notice that Caitlyn is dexterously flipping a throwing knife through her hand using different spinning techniques.
“And that’s certainly a new skill you didn’t have when we were kids,” you comment.
“Perhaps you’ll think twice before making a move,” she replies.
“Ah, more of a challenge if you ask me! The higher the risk, the higher the reward.”
“Are you never serious, Prince?”
“Only on the rarest of occasions. Life is more than discussing war, politics, and economy. I rather enjoy myself than be weighed down by such meaningless things.”
“Is a prince even allowed to do that?”
“No. But I do it anyway. Besides, everyone is much happier to have my brother, Urijah, be the heir. I’m sure the kingdom will do just fine under his rule. Me, I’d rather enjoy the simple things: a pretty woman, strong drink, and a good fight.”
“Can’t argue with that. I’m the same way minus the woman part.”
“You sure about that?”
“Ask me again in a few drinks. It’s getting late, Prince, and we have a long journey to ride. Get some sleep. I’m sure you have lots to dream about.”
Caitlyn gets up from her seat. Her hand gives your shoulder a light squeeze and a gentle touch to your cheek as she walks off into the darkness.