[OrigFic] Duties. (Spooning)
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nathanialroyaleTitle: Duties.
Prompt: Spooning
Rating: (PG)
Content Notes/Warnings: Another bad night, the King just cannot sleep. His Knight tries to help. No Warnings.
Main Character/s: Sir. Raphael Lécuyer, Nathanial Peter Quele Royale
Plot: The War has been won, the fighting is over. But the sickness remains and the King is restless in his sleep.
Location: illander Castle, Capitol of Camar'a.
Standing at the window, Raphael let his eyes close, feeling the spring wind, cooler at night, his hands grasping the sill. Uneven breathing, soft coughs even in rest; the Knight could do nothing for the ailment of his King. The breeze moved his blonde hair and he blew at it to remove it from his vision, Tin Du’hil’s shinning face illuminating the gardens in the night. Sila Vor’s children twinkled in the night sky and Raphael felt a sense of peace he had not felt in many years.
--
“Though I know I am not worthy of serving you, my prince, that I allowed the death of your parents, that I was not there to protect them as I should have been....”
“What i-is your name?”
“Sir Raphael Lécuyer your highness.”
“Oh! Lécuyer? Yo-you’re Le’lis! You w-were my Father’s King’s Guard? You d-do not need to ask for forgiveness, th-there is nothing to forgive. I need s-strong men who w-will protect me, so-so then. Sir Raphael, will y-you be my King’s Guard?”
“Wh-Oui! I would be honoured my Prince!”
--
“Your Majesty?” Raphael questioning turned to the bed; it was far too large for such a small body to be sleeping in it. The bed seemed to swallow the boy whole, enveloping him, as the King slept in a King sized bed. The Boy King looked even more fragile in that lump of blankets coughing in his fitful rest. Raphael stepped away from the window, sorrowful blue eyes watching the teenager, his white gloved hands wringing before him.
In the next moment he was laying his three tiered black and aqua hat aside, sliding off his white cotton gloves and undoing the gold, aqua and black stripped frock coat. Slipping the coat down his shoulders he undid the white lace at his throat by unclipping the smoky quartz that had been turned into a clasp. With anxious hands he straightened the gold undercoat and settled onto the side of the bed. No movement came, no recognition of his presence from the sleeping form and he slipped off his knee high leather boots.
“My King?” Raphael questioning once again and at last there was a slight stirring. The Knight pulled the blankets aside to look down at the King, whose un-naturally icy blue eyes had opened sleepily to look up at him. Raphael felt that surge of protectiveness come to him again and long thin fingers moved the wig’s hair’s aside from the snow white cheeks.
How could a child be so infinitely strong, and yet so infinitely fragile? How could one altruistic soul win against such darkness and reclaim an Empire? Raphael leaned down to kiss the boy’s brow, it was a breach in protocol, but the young one half asleep did not seem to mind. A smile given as he slipped under the covers, “I will hold you gently as you sleep Nathanial,” he whispers and ever so gently pulls the gaunt frame back to his own.
“Go back to your dreams,” Raphael whispers and the boy allows his eyes to close.
“Thank y-you Sir. Raphael.”
“Of course.”
Raphael closes his own eyes, used to sleeping in his uniform on that long trip through the wilderness, those months of fighting to reclaim the throne for this boy. Holding the King’s back to his chest he rested an arm casually over his side so as not to put pressure on his lungs.
“Sleep well.”
The coughs did not stop entirely but the sounds of a more restful sleep took the place of the earlier tossing and Rapheal content that with cuddling the boy, his king would sleep, slept at last deeply himself.
Prompt: Spooning
Rating: (PG)
Content Notes/Warnings: Another bad night, the King just cannot sleep. His Knight tries to help. No Warnings.
Main Character/s: Sir. Raphael Lécuyer, Nathanial Peter Quele Royale
Plot: The War has been won, the fighting is over. But the sickness remains and the King is restless in his sleep.
Location: illander Castle, Capitol of Camar'a.
Standing at the window, Raphael let his eyes close, feeling the spring wind, cooler at night, his hands grasping the sill. Uneven breathing, soft coughs even in rest; the Knight could do nothing for the ailment of his King. The breeze moved his blonde hair and he blew at it to remove it from his vision, Tin Du’hil’s shinning face illuminating the gardens in the night. Sila Vor’s children twinkled in the night sky and Raphael felt a sense of peace he had not felt in many years.
“Though I know I am not worthy of serving you, my prince, that I allowed the death of your parents, that I was not there to protect them as I should have been....”
“What i-is your name?”
“Sir Raphael Lécuyer your highness.”
“Oh! Lécuyer? Yo-you’re Le’lis! You w-were my Father’s King’s Guard? You d-do not need to ask for forgiveness, th-there is nothing to forgive. I need s-strong men who w-will protect me, so-so then. Sir Raphael, will y-you be my King’s Guard?”
“Wh-Oui! I would be honoured my Prince!”
--
“Your Majesty?” Raphael questioning turned to the bed; it was far too large for such a small body to be sleeping in it. The bed seemed to swallow the boy whole, enveloping him, as the King slept in a King sized bed. The Boy King looked even more fragile in that lump of blankets coughing in his fitful rest. Raphael stepped away from the window, sorrowful blue eyes watching the teenager, his white gloved hands wringing before him.
In the next moment he was laying his three tiered black and aqua hat aside, sliding off his white cotton gloves and undoing the gold, aqua and black stripped frock coat. Slipping the coat down his shoulders he undid the white lace at his throat by unclipping the smoky quartz that had been turned into a clasp. With anxious hands he straightened the gold undercoat and settled onto the side of the bed. No movement came, no recognition of his presence from the sleeping form and he slipped off his knee high leather boots.
“My King?” Raphael questioning once again and at last there was a slight stirring. The Knight pulled the blankets aside to look down at the King, whose un-naturally icy blue eyes had opened sleepily to look up at him. Raphael felt that surge of protectiveness come to him again and long thin fingers moved the wig’s hair’s aside from the snow white cheeks.
How could a child be so infinitely strong, and yet so infinitely fragile? How could one altruistic soul win against such darkness and reclaim an Empire? Raphael leaned down to kiss the boy’s brow, it was a breach in protocol, but the young one half asleep did not seem to mind. A smile given as he slipped under the covers, “I will hold you gently as you sleep Nathanial,” he whispers and ever so gently pulls the gaunt frame back to his own.
“Go back to your dreams,” Raphael whispers and the boy allows his eyes to close.
“Thank y-you Sir. Raphael.”
“Of course.”
Raphael closes his own eyes, used to sleeping in his uniform on that long trip through the wilderness, those months of fighting to reclaim the throne for this boy. Holding the King’s back to his chest he rested an arm casually over his side so as not to put pressure on his lungs.
“Sleep well.”
The coughs did not stop entirely but the sounds of a more restful sleep took the place of the earlier tossing and Rapheal content that with cuddling the boy, his king would sleep, slept at last deeply himself.
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