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Apr 02, 2016 10:17AM
Hey :D
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Hi! Just fair warning, feel free to send me reminders as much as you want because my notifs tend to disappear fairly quickly.
Okay I will and same here goodreads legit hates me and I never get notifs and it's always deleting my posts it's really annoying do feel free to send me reminders
Alright, will do. So do you wanna be prince or servant?
I don't care I'm good either way so you can choose :)
Alright that's fine :) So do you wanna make characters first?
And is Name, Age, and Appearance fine?
Ok I'll get started on my character then :)
{His Royal Highness Prince Gryffin William Alexander}
Age: 19
Hmmmm should my character be like a personal servant or just a generic servant?
Personal. How about he's cleaning his room or something?
Max sighed as he finished putting the rest of Gryffin's clothes away. He stood up and yawned as he looked around the room eying the bed before quickly looking away. No he was not going to sleep he had work to do and besides the prince would probably not appreciate Max in his bed. Max had been staying up late and waking up early to do extra chores that people asked him to do. He didn't have to do these chores but he was too nice of a person to say no. At first it hadn't been that big of a deal but as the months went on and more people started to ask for help it had begun to be more of an issue. After people learned Max wouldn't say no they just kept asking and asking, and as always Max didn't refuse. Max's few friends were worried about him, he was getting sick more often and instead of taking time off her work through it. Max was actually sick right now but he played it off like a pro. If somebody looked closely they would definitely realize Max wasn't well. Max sighed again moving towards the bed so he could make it. He threw the pillows to the floor before tucking the sheets in thinking about what he still had to do in Gryffin's room before running off to clean some other room of the castle because someone has asked him to.
"Prince Gryffin, please. I insist on an outfit change. You've already had an outing in that one." Gryffin's personal assistant, Ariadne, insisted.
Annoyed by the pestering, the young prince waved her off. "Don't tell me what to do." He said snobbishly. He was quite comfortable in his crisp purple polo with tan pants, and a sweater tied around his shoulders stylishly. It was true that he'd played croquet with the ambassador of Spain in the very same shirt, but the Egyptian cotton it was made of caused him to favor it slightly. Besides, no one important was going to see him, he was just having breakfast in the grandé dining room. Directly after his bite of French toast smothered in fresh sliced strawberries, his father walked in. He immediately rose to his feet in respect for the King. "Your Highness." He said, looking down.
"Prince Gryffin." His father said. "Haven't you worn that before?"
"Yes, Father." Gryffin said.
"Then go change." He barked.
Gryffin stood up, obeying his father. He walked through the halls to his room, passing a servant who was walking the same route as well. "Are you stalking me or something?" He asked him rudely.
Max finished making the bed wondering where Gryffin was. Usually he'd be getting changed into new clothes before giving Max a to-do list for the day. If he wasn't so tired he'd be a little annoyed, he can't do his job if Gryffin was going to be late. Plus he needed to clean that room for that one guy because the last time he hadn't done something for him it hadn't been good and he had to make up a bunch of excuses about why he had a black eye and bruises on his cheek. He sighed in relief when he heard Gryffin's voice outside the room.
Gryffin walked into his room. "Get me a new outfit, something I've never worn before." He ordered at Max, the servant who was basically his personal slave. He began to undress, angry at his father and taking it out on himself. He whipped off his shirt and tore the sweater off, throwing them on the floor, and showing off his toned torso. "You like that, Maxie?" He taunted, flexing for him mockingly.
Max bowed his head "Of course sire." He murmured walking quickly to Gryffin's closet. He picked an outfit similar to the one Gryffin was wearing now but different enough that Gryffin wouldn't yell at him... in theory anyway. He walked out of the closet to find Gruffin shirtless taunting him. He stood there for a couple seconds shell shocked "Well I-I'm straight." He finally spit out but the blush on his cheeks would convince someone differently.
Gryff slipped his tan cargos off too, revealing plaid boxers. "Oh, stop lying to yourself." He brushed a finger against Max's face and pouted his handsome face. "You liiikkkkeeee it."
Max sighed "Nope as far as I'm aware I was straight yesterday and believe it or not I'm still straight today." He said closing his eyes the feeling of Gryffin's finger on his face. His brain really was way to tired for this and he was almost swaying on his feet he was so tired. He needed to get out of that room and start on his chores.
