Parker
Parker is a handsome prince of Gusta. Next in line for the throne.
They made their way through the winding streets of Husan to the inn, their fingers still entwined beneath the cover of darkness. Once inside, he led her upstairs, his long strides eating up the distance between them with ease. He didn't bother knocking on the door; instead, he pushed it open and motioned for her to enter.
The room was small but cozy, lit only by a single candle flickering on the nightstand.
I entered and sat down on the bed. He could tell that my body was perfect under my dress.
Parker closed the door behind him and moved toward her, his gaze traveling up and down her body appreciatively. He reached out to touch a strand of hair that had come loose from her mask, letting it slide through his fingers before trailing it down her bare shoulder. "You should take off your mask," he whispered, leaning in to brush his lips against her neck.
His hands moved lower, skimming over the curve of her hip and up beneath her dress, caressing the smooth skin of her thighs.
"Alright, let's get this over with," he says with a sigh as they lead him to the tuxedo maker. As she helps him into the final fitting, Parker can't help but feel a twinge of nervousness in his stomach. Today is the day that everything changes; today he becomes the king of Gusta...and tomorrow he faces off against Tasmania and its wicked princess.
He just hopes he's up to the challenge.
the day passed quickly and people began to arrive for his coronation. Everyone was invited, except of course tasmanians. His coronation was held in a big chapel and he had to wait for his cue for he could walk down the aisle and now before the current king, his father.
Parker paces backstage, trying to calm his racing heart as he waits for his cue. His tuxedo feels stiflingly hot under the bright lights, and sweat beads at his brow despite the cool air-conditioning. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what lies ahead. Today he becomes king...and tomorrow he faces an enemy kingdom bent on destroying everything he holds dear.
He can't afford to fail.
Finally, he penned the letter to Princess Analese, explaining his intentions and expressing his hope that she would accept his invitation. With a deep breath, he sealed it with wax and sent it off on its journey across the sea to Tasmania. Now all he could do was wait and see if she would agree to be his plus one at the coronation, ready to face whatever consequences might come from such an unconventional choice.
a few days later he received a letter back. I didn't physically say yes as all I wrote was, "black or white?" Meaning what should I wear.
Parker smiled when he received her reply. He knew exactly what she meant; it was a test to see how well he'd understand their customs and codes. With a laugh, he sent back his answer: "Black, of course." Now the anticipation only grew stronger as he awaited Princess Analese's arrival at the coronation, eager to meet her in person for the first time.
"Princess..." Parker repeats the word slowly, his eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion. "Tasmania?" He frowns now, not quite sure what to make of this news. Tasmania has always been an enemy kingdom... at least, that's what he'd been told growing up. "You're sure she won't try anything? I mean, her coming from there and all..."
His mother rolls her eyes but smiles gently nonetheless. "
"she's adventurous and rebellious like you are... I hope she does try something." She responded which confused him.
"I... see," he says slowly, still unsure about this whole arrangement. "Well, I'll meet her tonight then. At least she's pretty, right?" He tries to lighten the mood a little, taking another sip of tea. "And she's coming with an escort as well, correct? Just in case..." He says with a teasing grin.
His mother rolls her eyes again but can't help but smile back at him. "Yes, she's coming with a guard detachment.
Parker listens intently as she explains her situation, nodding in understanding. "I can see why that would be difficult," he says with sincerity. "But now that you're here, I want you to know that Gusta will always welcome you with open arms." He pauses before adding, "And if there's anything I can do to make your stay more pleasant... please don't hesitate to ask." His voice is low and gentle, but there's a hint of determination behind it as well.
"thank you for being so kind.. I didn't expect it coming from my kingdoms enemy... Gusta is lucky to have you as their future king." I beautifully replied as I got up to close the curtains.
"It's not like that," Parker says with a shrug. "Even though our kingdoms are at odds, I see no reason why we can't be civil to one another." He watches her move around the room, feeling an inexplicable sense of protectiveness over her. "Besides... you're different from other princesses," he admits softly. "You have spirit and fire... qualities I find very attractive."
There, he's said it.
He chuckled slightly at her question. "Actually, yes. I have been practicing quite a bit lately." He paused, leaning forward. "And you? Still as good with the bow?" It was his turn to try and bait her into revealing something about herself.
"Oh, I've never lost my touch," she boasted, looking smug. "I can still take down an enemy from a mile away." She paused for a moment before asking curiously, "But what about you? How long till you are king?"
"or are you still avoiding duty and pushing it back?" I asked with narrow eyes.
He raised an eyebrow at her question, choosing not to dignify it with an answer. "My mother is doing quite well as queen," he replied coolly. "I'm sure she'll enjoy ruling for many more years." He took another sip of his tea and glanced out the window, watching a servant tend to the garden below.
"So, have you come up with any new plans for Tasmania?" he asked conversationally, hoping to change the subject. "Anything exciting in store for your people?"