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Abolition AU #1
Mar. 22nd, 2017 10:54 pmMikleo’s handler doesn't seem to catch on to the fact this whole thing is a farce to undermine prince Sorey of Rolance. The party from Ladylake proceeds under the assumption they're to show the naive prince the height of Ladylake’s hospitality, in hopes to convince him that slavery could be fun if Rolance would just do it their way. Mikleo would scoff at that notion, but he had to play coy for the audience.
Because Ladylake had rules and layers of ceremony to get through, he was lined up in a private viewing room along with four others almost as exquisitely beautiful as himself (almost), and instructed to kneel. Sorey would come in and take his pick, the others would move on to the next viewing for the next noble. His gold collar and cuffs were purely decorative, and were the only things he wore beside a white robe, thin as a veil.
It was protocol to protocol to bow his head and avert his eyes, but he wanted to see what this prince who was causing so much uproar looked like. He lifted his head slightly and scanned the room, locking eyes with the prince for less than a second, then turning them down to the floor again.
He was handsome at least, he thought. But whether he was kind or had any power of his own remained to be seen. Still, Mikleo decided to bet on him, and turned on his charms. He postured himself in as coy and vulnerable pose as he could muster in a kneel, and let the gown slip down to reveal his neck.
Because Ladylake had rules and layers of ceremony to get through, he was lined up in a private viewing room along with four others almost as exquisitely beautiful as himself (almost), and instructed to kneel. Sorey would come in and take his pick, the others would move on to the next viewing for the next noble. His gold collar and cuffs were purely decorative, and were the only things he wore beside a white robe, thin as a veil.
It was protocol to protocol to bow his head and avert his eyes, but he wanted to see what this prince who was causing so much uproar looked like. He lifted his head slightly and scanned the room, locking eyes with the prince for less than a second, then turning them down to the floor again.
He was handsome at least, he thought. But whether he was kind or had any power of his own remained to be seen. Still, Mikleo decided to bet on him, and turned on his charms. He postured himself in as coy and vulnerable pose as he could muster in a kneel, and let the gown slip down to reveal his neck.
