>>42609166
>Rub your buttocks against his... well, you know.
Being a beta never works.

>>42609166
>Rub your buttocks against his... well, you know.
impressingly big chin?

>>42609166
>Pay attention! You don't want him to think you're a pervert with a crush.

>>42609166
>>Pay attention! You don't want him to think you're a pervert with a crush.

>>42609166
>>Rub your buttocks against his... well, you know.
but do try to pay attention. We're a pervert, but not a stupid one.

>>42609166
>Rub your buttocks against his... well, you know.

>>42609166
>>Rub your buttocks against his... well, you know.
We've made it

>>42609166
>Rub your buttocks against his... well, you know.
Lets see how he reacts

He's giving you advice on swordplay. Use your body to ask him about a different kind of swordplay, and perhaps waggle your eyebrows suggestively.
>>42609274
>>42609377
>>42609389
>>42609435
>>42609449
>>42609555

Pay attention, don't act like a horny little girl even though you are one.
>>42609379
>>42609381

Okay, it's been a full minute since I submitted the reply, is it waiting for someone else to post?

His smell fills your nostrils, with him so close... you just want to turn around and kiss him. Instead, you take a long, slow breath and listen to him speak. "You're overextending. Pull your leg back a bit."

It's the perfect opportunity... it's not even your fault, really. You pull back your foot a full step, and you move your butt back and it hits right on the spot. You make a subtle little circle with your butt, as though settling into a new position, and look behind you, up at him, trying to get an idea of his reaction.

His face is blank, but it's more like he's forcing it to remain free of emotion, and you can see the lines of tension in his neck... the neck that runs down to that lovely collarbone that you could stare at for hours. He coughs, and takes a step back. "That's too far, Adriette," he says, and you give him a little pout, disappointed at the way he's totally ignored your act. Then you suddenly worry that his statement is a subtle double entendre and you blush furiously in embarrassment, your face snapping back around. "It should be about in between where you are now and where you were."

You take a half-step forward. "Better?" You don't turn around, your cheeks still a vivid shade of red.

"Better," he agrees.

You go through the motions, anxiety fluttering in your gut about whether you've offended him, made him less interested in you as a woman. You're a princess, so you really shouldn't have these sorts of feelings about a bodyguard. He's not even a proper man of Anterne, much less a noble, much less a member of the consort family from which the royalty is supposed to take its spouses. But he's just so handsome, and he's always been there for you, and really it's not your fault. Honestly.

When your practice comes to an end, your golden hair sticking to your skin unpleasantly in places, and you take a seat.

>Ask him to get you some water, you're thirsty.
>Ask him if he thinks you're pretty.
>Ask him about himself.
>Write-in.

>>42609994
You posted it in the general

>>42610017
>>Ask him about himself.

>>42610017
>Ask him about himself.

>>42609994
looks like the NSA censored your post

>>42610017
>Ask him about himself.

>>42610017
>>Ask him to get you some water, you're thirsty.

Ask him about himself, while you're thirsty.
>>42610040
>>42610069
>>42610093

Ask him to get you some water.
>>42610209

"Kren," you say, panting a little as you do. You reach up and brush aside a strand of hair from where it sticks to your forehead. "What about Anterne attracted your attention? I know you were a soldier in Ordland before you immigrated, but..." you trail off. You can guess that the story about what sent him from home wasn't too pleasant, but surely something attracted him to Anterne itself. "Why Anterne, after you left?"

He considers you for a long second. You're not anywhere near the level you'd need to be to spar, so he's immaculate, having spent the past hour or two just watching you exhaust yourself. "It was the closest," he says, finally. "I was in the east when my..." he trails off himself. He doesn't want to talk about it. You've known him long enough to know that. "So Anterne, our neighbor, was where I wound up."

"The proximity was the only cause, then? Not our wealth or excellent cuisine?"

He snorts, looking away and shaking his head lightly. You smile, as though you had intended it as a joke. You hardly want to come off as a clueless waif. "The food here took getting used to, and the money... well, a poor man in Ordland is still a poor man in Anterne."

"But now you're my personal bodyguard and have pay commensurate to your rank," you comment, raising your chin a little.

"Now," he agrees, with a smile. You push yourself to your feet, walking towards the table with the pitcher of water and glasses on it. He preempts you, pouring a glass and handing it to you as you get close. "Here," he says.

"Thank you, Kren," you say, flashing him a genuine smile. He's very thoughtful. You drink the entire glass before putting it down, and it cools your dry throat.

"I'm at your service," he says.

>Try getting close, touch him, see how he reacts.
>Tell him that there's someone you like, see how he reacts.
>Kiss him. Uh, also, see how he reacts to that.
>Write-in.

>>42610634
>Try getting close, touch him, see how he reacts.
Lets give him a bit of a groping.

>>42610634
>Try getting close, touch him, see how he reacts.
feel up his abs
subtly

>>42610634
>>Try getting close, touch him, see how he reacts.

>>42610634
>Tell him "Y-you too."
>Get embarrassed and run off

>>42610634
>Try getting close, touch him, see how he reacts.

>>42610634
>Just have sex with him right there. If he resists, tell him you can get him exiled with your powers as the princess.

>>42610808
Changing my vote to this.

>>42610822
delete your old vote if you want to change it.

>>42610634
>Try getting close, touch him, see how he reacts.

Attempt skinship.
>>42610692
>>42610700
>>42610772
>>42610796
>>42610896

Drop the spaghetti.
>>42610774

[in the voice of the Skyrim guy] Rape him!
>>42610808
>>42610822

>>42610634
>>Try getting close, touch him, see how he reacts.

No stupid jealousy games.

>>42610917
which skyrim guy? is this a reference?

also Tart pls you can't rape men

>>42611030
When Skyrim was being first showed in some demo, there was a guy in the audience who shouted "Rape her!" at some female character.

>>42611050
sounds problematic

You step a little closer to him, into his personal space. He seems surprised. You wrap one arm around his, feeling his muscles as you slowly curl around it. Soon enough, you lean your head onto his shoulder. He seems quite still. Unresisting, but also not particularly helpful or enthusiastic about your touch. You shift your head a little, so your chin is perched on his - powerful, muscled - shoulder, and you're looking right into his eyes from an inch or so away.

He turns to look at you. "A little clingy today, m'lady?" M'lady. Not Adriette. "The last time you were so eager to get this close to me you were about this high," he adds, holding his hand flat, right about where his stomach becomes his chest.

An excellent opportunity. "Are you quite certain?" You ask, pretending to be utterly calm even as your heart beats a mile a minute inside your chest. "I was this high?" You press one finger on your free hand to his chest. "Not... this high?" You slowly run it up his chest, getting a feel of every bump and curve of his muscles. Then you make the opposite route, down. "Or this high?" You watch his face, and he seems a bit uncomfortable. Stiff. Uncertain what to do.

"W-well, I could be wrong," he says, with an awkward laugh and a half-smile. He clears his throat, looking away from you. "Don't you have anything to do today?"

You purse your lips, in thought. Do you have anything to do today? Oh, it can be so hard to remember sometimes...

>There's a boring meeting with some representatives from the colonies that you're expected to attend as a symbol of the state. Actually, now that you think about it... the colonies might be a good place to elope to. Perhaps you should attend.
>No, you definitely don't. You've got the entire day to yourself and you know just who you want to spend it with.
>Write-in.

>>42611321
>No, you definitely don't. You've got the entire day to yourself and you know just who you want to spend it with.

>>42611321
>There's a boring meeting with some representatives from the colonies that you're expected to attend as a symbol of the state. Actually, now that you think about it... the colonies might be a good place to elope to. Perhaps you should attend.

>>42611321
>There's a boring meeting with some representatives from the colonies that you're expected to attend as a symbol of the state. Actually, now that you think about it... the colonies might be a good place to elope to. Perhaps you should attend.

>>42611321
>>There's a boring meeting with some representatives from the colonies that you're expected to attend as a symbol of the state. Actually, now that you think about it... the colonies might be a good place to elope to. Perhaps you should attend.

What sort of timeframe are we in?

>>42609166
Tart! It's good to see you.

>>42611441
No industrialization, your nation's military edge is sword and plate and crossbow, "the colonies" are America-style settler states nominally under the control of the monarchy on the opposite side of a months-long journey.

>>42611321
>There's a boring meeting with some representatives from the colonies that you're expected to attend as a symbol of the state. Actually, now that you think about it... the colonies might be a good place to elope to. Perhaps you should attend.
We gotta let him cool off and think a little bit.

Nope!
>>42611368

Actually... how about we elope to the colonies?
>>42611373
>>42611430
>>42611441
>>42611590

>>42611645
How old are we, tart?

>>42611686
You're sixteen, he's thirty-eight (he became your bodyguard when you were nine).

I wanted to make you fourteen when you asked that, just to annoy that one autist, but sadly I think that'd be a little young for modern sensibilities.

>>42611744
>spoiler
who cares about these pussies? spent too much time near tumblrites?

"Oh, you're quite right," you say, with a sunny smile. You lace your fingers together with his. "There's a meeting with the leaders of Nova Treone, and I am required to attend. What would I do without you?" After a brief pause, you tug at his hand, stepping away. "Come on, then. I have to get properly dressed and I'd hate for some foul assassin to kill me while I'm alone."

Without a word, Kren follows you, letting you pull him along by the hand. Oh, gods, he's really going to just let you hold his hand like this for the whole way back to your room. You're fortunately leading the way, so he can't see your wide smile or furious blush. Nor can anyone else, as your training sessions are a bit of a secret so you take an underused path from point to point.

Your handmaiden is rather annoyed at how long you've taken to get here, and just sighs in exasperation as she sets to work on getting you cleaned up. Kren waits outside, for the sake of your modesty.

At the meeting itself, you're in a very fine dress, with gloves and some lovely slippers that no one can even see, and you hardly recognize any of the men from Nova Treone. You do recognize one, however. The Governor of Etelle, Lantes, a man known for his exceedingly great height and his exceedingly great sexual appetite. Not at all like your Kren, who has been chaste for his entire period in your service (so far as you know, you suddenly realize with a tinge of worry).

"Princess Adriette du Trevail," he says, with a bow and a smile. "Your beauty is unmatched among maidens, my lady."

Kren seems to regard the Governor Lantes in the same way he might regard a particularly annoying piece of horse shit in the middle of his path, though the Governor doesn't let it get to him.

>Find an opportunity to ask about life in the colonies.
>Be polite, just listen and smile and give the appropriate words.
>It's kind of cute when Kren's being so obviously protective. Try to get him to do it some more.
>Write-in.

>>42612040

>Find an opportunity to ask about life in the colonies.
If he asks why use the idle curiosity excuse.
>Be polite, just listen and smile and give the appropriate words.

>>42612040
>Be polite, just listen and smile and give the appropriate words.

>>42612040
>>Find an opportunity to ask about life in the colonies.

>>42612040
this guy has the right idea
>>42612087

>>42612040
>Find an opportunity to ask about life in the colonies.
>It's kind of cute when Kren's being so obviously protective. Try to get him to do it some more.
It'd be nice if we can make him realize he's protecting us out of personal interest rather then as an obligation.

>>42612040
>>It's kind of cute when Kren's being so obviously protective. Try to get him to do it some more.
By making him jealous.

Ask about life in the colonies.
>>42612087
>>42612137
>>42612203

Get Kren jealous.
>>42612203
>>42612244

Be polite and play along with things.
>>42612136

>>42612143
Missed this one but the result's the same. (Sorry.)

The meeting itself is a largely formal affair. Your understanding is that very little of any import is decided in meetings like this. If one of the men from Nova Treone wants something done, he'll talk to your father, or perhaps one of his ministers, at some other time. This is more for appearances.

Your mother - a woman from the consort family originally, as your future husband is supposed to be - talks with some fellow who you believe to be from Nova Treone, if only for the fact that you don't recognize him. He seems to be oblivious to her disinterest in whatever he's talking about, though she is doing a fairly decent job of pretending, so perhaps he's not entirely to blame. You manage to find Governer Lantes once more, and given his reputation, you're not surprised to find it's easy to pull him into conversation.

Kren, of course, follows you the entire time, hovering like a watchful dog, but you imagine that if Lantes was dissuaded by that kind of thing he wouldn't have his reputation. "How is life in Nova Treone?" You ask, politely. "I've heard bits and pieces, but it's such a broad subject and I've never had the opportunity to go."

Lantes seems to consider the question, then shrugs. "I can't say I've spent much time in Anterne," he notes. "It's much more rural. More farms than cities and towns, unlike here." He goes on. Given that he was elected governor, they must be more sexually permissive.

You nod politely, moving along to other subjects deftly. You make the vaguest impression of interest, earning a nice little view of Kren's entire body tightening as you do, before moving on. Kren speaks to you when you're alone again. "You really shouldn't be so friendly with that sort of man," he says, his voice a whisper.

>What sort of man does he mean?
>Oh, you were only being polite. He's not your type. You prefer strong men who can protect you.
>Well, you are at that age...
>Write-in.

>>42612629
>>What sort of man does he mean?
then once he stammers out an explanation
>Oh, you were only being polite. He's not your type. You prefer strong men who can protect you.

>>42612629
>Oh, you were only being polite. He's not your type. You prefer strong men who can protect you.

>>42612666
Seconding this.

>>42612629
>>What sort of man does he mean?
>What sort of man does he mean, aren't all men beasts inside?
>>Oh, you were only being polite. He's not your type. You prefer strong men who can protect you.

Feign ignorance.
>>42612666
>>42612729

You were just being polite.
>>42612693

Hmm? Aren't all guys disgusting perverts who want nothing more than to ravish poor young women? Present company excluded of course.
>>42612827

>>42612629
>What sort of man does he mean?

Your expression becomes quizzical, as though you hadn't the faintest idea of what he was asking. "What sort of man do you mean?" You flutter your eyelashes in feigned confusion.

He sighs. "The Governor Lantes has a certain reputation," he starts. You just blink blankly. "He's known to take advantage of the naiveté of young ladies such as yourself."

You act shocked, and step a little closer to Kren, a hand pressed to your breast. "Oh, my," you say. "I was only being polite, Kren. You needn't worry. That sort of man doesn't interest me." Kren sighs in relief, looking up and away, across the crowd. "My type," you say, stepping a little closer, as though huddling near to him for protection, "is the sort of man who's strong, and can protect me."

Kren, for his part, looks down at you, his lips a tight line. He looks over the crowd again. "You oughtn't say that sort of thing in public, princess," he says, with a certain affected calm. "Someone might get the wrong idea."

"What idea would that be?"

He pauses, his eyes looking you over uncertainly. Trying to figure out if you're feigning ignorance or really don't understand. "Let's discuss this later, when there aren't ears from halfway across the world to overhear."

>Oh alright. But you do want to discuss this later.
>You don't see what the problem is.
>It's precisely the fact that there are such distant people here that you want to talk about this. You could follow them back to their homes.
>Write-in.

>>42613062
>Oh alright. But you do want to discuss this later.

>>42613062
>Oh alright. But you do want to discuss this later.

>>42613062
>Oh alright. But you do want to discuss this later.

>>42613062
>Oh alright. But you do want to discuss this later.

>>42613062
>Oh alright. But you do want to discuss this later.

>>42613062
>>You don't see what the problem is.

>>42613062
>>Oh alright. But you do want to discuss this later.

Oh, fine.
>>42613092
>>42613093
>>42613096
>>42613115
>>42613125

What's the problem?
>>42613163

"Very well," you say, magnanimously. "But I do wish to finish this discussion later. Don't imagine that I'll allow you to simply let it slide."

He sighs, nodding. The remainder of this little meet and greet passes without much of interest. You get a few more tidbits about Nova Treone, and one of the men - the Governor of Erlaine - even extends an invitation for you to visit. You act flattered, but you're rather certain that accepting it would raise eyebrows, and you don't wish to suggest to anyone that you're considering fleeing the country (even though you are), so you politely decline.

When the meeting comes to an end, you leave promptly and with Kren at your side. When the two of you are alone in your room, with you sitting on your bed in your dress and your handmaiden currently outside, you look up at him. "Now, as to our conversation from earlier," you begin, making a gesture with your hand suggesting he continue his earlier thoughts.

"What you said earlier might suggest that you were romantically interested in me," he says, evenly, watching your expression. You offer a smile but no comment. "...which would be inappropriate," he continues, "as I am your body guard, and, as a member of the royal family, you are expected to marry a member of the consort family."

He seems... utterly professional and uninterested in you. You can't help but feel a little hurt.

>Get more forward. You love him, you've loved him for years, your first thought about men was about him. You're not going to give up so easily.
>Act crushed. You are crushed. But maybe if he sees just how much his words hurt you, it will spark something in him?
>Write-in.

>>42613705
>Act crushed. You are crushed. But maybe if he sees just how much his words hurt you, it will spark something in him?

>>42613705
>>Get more forward. You love him, you've loved him for years, your first thought about men was about him. You're not going to give up so easily.

>>42613705
>Get more forward. You love him, you've loved him for years, your first thought about men was about him. You're not going to give up so easily.

>>42613705
>Get more forward. You love him, you've loved him for years, your first thought about men was about him. You're not going to give up so easily.

>>42613705
>>Get more forward. You love him, you've loved him for years, your first thought about men was about him. You're not going to give up so easily.

>>42613705
>Get more forward. You love him, you've loved him for years, your first thought about men was about him. You're not going to give up so easily.
>(try to) push him down on the bed

Crushed.
>>42613732

If at first you don't succeed...
>>42613749
>>42613768
>>42613807
>>42613832
>>42613886

You stand from your place on the bed, holding back tears. You adjust your dress slightly, then step forward, a long stride that brings you just a foot from him. "Please," you say, your voice a pathetic little whimper that you hate. Fuck. Don't start crying. You look up at him, your eyes saucers. "Kren." Your fingers reach out for his cheek, and he doesn't pull away. You lick your lips, your mouth suddenly dry. "I love you," you say, your voice sweet.

Kren doesn't seem to have any ready response to this situation. "I- look, Adriette," he starts, "you're young. You've got plenty of time to find someone else. What you're feeling now-"

"I've felt this way for years," you interrupt, your lower lip quivering. "The first thought I had of men was when I was eleven and your shirt got ripped and you had to take it off. I love you. I've always loved you. I'll do anything," you say, feeling pitiful again, "please." You lean forward, getting on your toes and kissing him. He doesn't resist, at least, though the feeling of his stubble against you is awkward as your lips press against his unopened mouth.

Kren looks down at you as you pull away. He's a little blurry, which you realize belatedly means you're crying, and you hurriedly start to wipe away tears. His fingers come down and brush along your cheek, making you freeze. His thumb pushes away the tears, and you stop crying. You swallow, staring up at him, afraid of what he'll say.

"I..." he trails off. "We can't. It doesn't matter how I feel, you understand? This can't happen. You have to be a virgin on your wedding night, and the man you marry won't be me."

>Write-in.

>>42614342
>Suggest that we elope

>>42614342
>Have to? Who says that? I'm the Princess, I'll claim who I want.

>>42614342
We can run, elope to anywhere in the world. Heck with a little planning we can flee and live our lives in comfort forever. In the meantime, there is soooo much we could do together without taking my virginity.

>>42614342
>There's always buttsex

>>42614342

seconding >>42614459

>>42614342
>anal.
(jk)

>i'll marry you, even if we have to run away at the end of the world. I'd rather die than give my first time to anyone else

Let's elope.
>>42614449
>>42614459
>>42614522
>>42614486

Anal.
>>42614482
>>42614522

I'm the princess, bitch!
>>42614458

"I want the man I marry to be you," you say, your gaze imploring. "I know it isn't what I'm supposed to do, but I'd give up anything for it. I'd abandon Anterne, throw away my crown, anything to be with you. We could run away together, to some other country."

You swallow as you wait for his reply. "I-" he hesitates, "I don't think that I feel the same way about you, that you do about me."

Some part of you is absolutely and utterly crushed, but the part of you that runs your mouth is as quick and good as ever. "I don't expect you to," you say, hurriedly. "Please, I'm not asking for you to run away with me right now, we have years before I'll be married off. Give me a chance. We- we can experiment, if you like, or just talk, or, or whatever you want, you set the pace, just, please, let me have the opportunity at least to fail."

After a long silence, he leans forward, into you, and his lips press against yours. You let out a small squeak of surprise, and his tongue snakes into your mouth as you do, running in and past your teeth. You shiver in pleasure at his touch, at the feeling of his tongue in your mouth. You feel a little light headed, even. As he pulls away, you're wearing the biggest smile you've ever worn in your life

>END OF QUEST
>EPILOGUE INCOMING

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EPILOGUE: Three years later.

Your name is Alenne. You mentally repeat it to yourself a thousand times. You can't imagine what your mother and father are thinking right now. You left a note claiming that you left for Truskov, and no doubt the government there will be in quite a situation. But now, your name is Alenne. You're moving to Nova Treone with your husband, Helk Stolfast. You're moving because he believes you can make a fortune in the colonies. That's the story, and you're sticking to it.

You spot him out of the corner of your eye, and smile at him. The two of you managed to quietly liquidate enough of your jewelry to give you a nest egg, let you get started on a new life. It won't be as easy as your old one, but... you have him. You reach over, taking his hand in yours, your fingers lacing together.

You never could understand why people moved to the colonies in the first place, but now, it makes perfect sense. It's opportunity. A new life. Hope.

You rest your head on your husband's shoulder. He leans over to kiss the top of your head. You smile.

>>42614986
Thanks for running Tart. Long time no see. What ya got in the works?

>>42614986
Thanks for running

>>42614986
awww
thanks for running, tart

>>42615060
Not much. Just been being dead, sadly.

>>42614986
Thanks for running boss, these feels

>>42615130
Do we need a necromancer to un-dead you?

>>42615170
I think it should be better in the future.

I was sleeping eleven hours a night and napping in the middle of the day and still being tired all day. I changed my diet (removing something I'm allergic to) and I'm sleeping pretty much like a normal person now.

Still having trouble hitting the point of actually starting my goddamn quests.

>>42615249
Well you fell out of the groove, you'll pick it up.

>>42615249
sounds like you need more masturbation in your life

>>42615130
Undead romance when?